Workout Diary - Numero Uno.

I love exercising, and I'm trying to go with a healthier diet, but I slip up all the time. It's not awful, though, because I have a pretty high metabolism, and as I said, I love working out, so I burn most of the calories again.
Still, now autumn's coming, it's getting darker and colder outside and I work nights twice a week, so it's getting a little harder to get out and move my ass around, so I decided to go with a work-out diary last week, which I would post here. That way, if I was lazy and fat, everyone would be able to see it and I would be really embarrassed. It's not crazy detailed, because that wasn't the point, but here's my week:

Monday: 1 hr tennis and a short interval run with a friend - 2,6km incl. warmup.
Tuesday: 1 hr tennis.
Wednesday: Resting (/work)
Thursday: Before noon I went to the fitness center; 15 mins on the "granny machine"1 and strength training for abs, back, arms and legs, pretty much allround.
In the evening I went for a run approx. 4,8km with a "pause" midway where I did 10 push ups, 30 sit ups and 30 back exercises. 29 mins.
Friday: 45 minutes on the bike, went for a long-ass walk, I was drunk, but it still counts!2
Saturday: Fitness center; 25 minutes on the granny machine, did a little core training but I was kind of sore, so I didn't go overboard.
Sunday: Spent the day being fat with a friend.

T-Rex having a lazy day.
Gets his junk food delivered!

1: I've come to understand, that the granny machine is called an elliptical machine by the broad public. When I first met it, though, all I was told was that it was better for your joints than running, and I saw how stupid people looked using it. The sucker looks like this:
 

Weird stuff, but it's really good for multitasking. I usually study when I use it!

2: Remember, people; drinking means adding calories, but that doesn't mean you can't burn some while you enjoy the effect. Get out on that dancefloor and shake what you got!

Holiday in Spain With My Parents and An Euskadi Hello

I just wanted to post a little update from Spain. Normally I wouldn't waste my precious holiday-time indoors watching tv or being on the internet, but the weather out is some home-y, that it's not that big of a problem.
I'm making it better by drinking some local wine. Supporting the local society here.

Pretty even though it was a really gray day.

I'm in Spain with my parents, driving about. We landed in Madrid on Monday, and currently we are in San Sebastián/Donostia, which is "bask" country. I'm not sure what it is called in English, but they not only speak Castillano, but also their lokal bask dialect of which I understand zero. They seem happy about x's and z's. And in (what seems like) most of the words you have at least one tx, which is pronounced "ch"-like.
I know a little Spanish from high school, and it's gradually coming back to me. It's really awesome to be able to communicate with them in "their" language.
We enjoy their local tapas called pintxos. It's an awesome way to eat, but in Denmark the health guys would've shut all those places down in less than 5 minutes.

I would put some pics in here of my own, but I forgot the thing that'll bring them from my camera to my computer at home, so that will have to wait. I'll put a couple up here when I get home.

Good stuff. Dry, yet fruity.

The Euskadi wine is nice. I quite like this one called Txomin Etxaniz (I think), which is a Txakoli (2011). It's about €8.50 or €7.50 in the local shops, and tastes like a mix of limonade and cider. The alcohol percent is 10,5%, so you can drink more of it than "normal" wine before getting drunk ;)
I'm on my third glass now. Woops...

SPLASSSSH!

Sober edit: Put in a couple of pics!

Autumn-Time and Signs From This Summer.

One of the things about having a blog that entertains me the most, is looking through the googles that lead people here. I think I check that more often than I actually post blogs. Or, well, I do check that more often than I post.
I think I may have posted a tad too much on boobs and strippers, because I get quite a few hits from those Google-terms. And I guess I disappoint them, because it's not like there are all that many boobs on this blog. Sorry, creepy dudes...

No strippers with big boobs, but I present to you instead: Four muslim women!

Anywho, I had a great summer, and I'm now fighting against King Winter's arrival. I'm more of a summer girl. Cold is... Rarely awesome. I give props to Greenland, though!
I traveled a lot this summer, and I was in both Germany and France with friends. In those delightful (and slightly warmer than Danish) countries, I noticed some signs that were weird enough to deserve being photographed.
Therefore, I share with you now: signs of fun!

In Germany they have roads that are wheelchair-free!

Lübeck is full of old, pretty buildings. But they also have shops with kinky stuff. My friend and I temporarily stopped our search for dinner to take a ton couple of photos of this building from the 1800s which coincidentally also contains World of Sex!
A better match between building and shop has rarely been seen.

Somewhere else in Germany they sell hedgehogs topped with red apples. Only €54,50!!

In the lovely southern France they have transits where... 13 ton-vehicles explode?

In a week I'm going to Spain with my parents for the autumn-holidays! I'll probably miss company my own age a bit, but no way I'll turn down a trip to Spain!

Have a good one, people!

Thanks Jules!

So, I actually wrote most of this a while back, but I forgot to post it, so that's why you haven't gotten to see it before now. Apologies.

The lovely Jules over at My Mom's A Whackjob was so kind to award me with... wait for it; an award!
Even though I've been out of the blogging world for a couple of months she still thought I deserved it - thank you so much, Jules!!

THE RULES:

1. Thank and link back to the awarding blog. Pff, how is this even a rule? People should do this per auto! I seem to be a little pms'ing bitchy today, please bear with me.

2. Answer seven questions.

3. Provide 10 random factoids about yourself.

4. Hand the award on to 7 deserving others.

7 Questions:

#1. What is your favorite song?
This is a straight up impossible Q to answer! I mean, I can't even tell which band or singer is my favorite. I am too much of a music fan to answer that. It changes a couple of times (1-100) a week. Right now (last 3 days) I've heard Christina Aguilera's Hurt a lot. That woman has an incredible voice. And so pretty to. Damn girl! In The Dark of The Night from the cartoon Anastasia is kinda clinging to me, too. The bridge is awesome. Rasputin is kinda hilarious. What can I do? And then Glee's I Feel Pretty/Unpretty and their cover of Shake It Out is amazing. Loving that too.
None of these song are my ultimate favorite, but merely songs that I hear a lot this week.

#2. What's your favorite desert?
I'm a sucker for ice cream. Adding fresh (preferably sunny, Danish) strawberries doesn't hurt! And blackberries! And most things chocolate are great as well. But ultimately I guess it's ice cream.

#3. What do you do when you are upset?
When I'm really upset and feel powerless I often start crying and I HATE it! It just makes everything worse, but somehow I simply can't help it. It sucks.
The upset stage before that is often laughing. I tend to laugh when I feel stupid or bad at something. And it's not because I find it funny. Believe me.

#4. Which is your favorite pet?

Dunno. I think we've had rabbits at my parents' since I was five, so I have a soft spot for those lil' cuties with their moving noses and flappy ears. Aww.

#5. Which do you prefer, White or Whole Wheat?

Whole wheat for sure. White bread sucks goat balls. It's like eating paper only with much, much more calories. What a waste. I'm no fan of white bread.

#6. What is your your biggest fear?
I don't really know. Probably some cliché like losing all my loved ones and ending up old, wrinkly, weak and alone or hurting someone I care about or whatnot. I'm not going to go there...

#7. What is your attitude mostly?  
I'm positive most of the time. Negative people piss me the fuck off. They're pretty good at getting me down and angry. Oh, and I'm rarely positive in the morning either. I tend to be a little grumpy when I wake up. Sleeping is nice.

Randoms:

#1: I'm a pretty good cook. At both food, bread and desserts. I kinda kick ass at those.

#2: I hate cleaning with a passion. This feeling extends to the kitchen. It's my numero uno showstopper when I'm cooking or planning to. I hate the cleaning afterwards.

#3: During last autumn I starting liking nail polish all of a sudden. Bought quite a few colours, which I like using. Unfortunately I've got really small and flaky nails, so it doesn't look as awesome as it should I would like it to look.

#4: I got really introvert after being bullied when I started school. I'm turning that around now, even though it's not easy. Don't bully, and don't accept anyone doing it. Raise your children to be aware of it, and not doing it. Kids can be way too mean.

#5: I don't watch a lot of tv, but I watch many tv shows on the internet. Woops.

#6: I have a broad musical taste, but how Danish "musicians" get played so much on our radio stations beats me. A little too much national pride, I guess...

#7: I'm currently in the middle of a life/career crisis. It's just too hard to decide what to do after summer. I'm being pulled in too many directions. It's constantly on my mind, which feels like pressure. Not awesome.

#8: The Lonely Island is my jam. So many of my friends play it at parties, and I listen to it when I'm alone as well. I know too many of their lyrics. It's borderline embarrasing.

#9: If only I remembered study-related stuff as well as lyrics, I think I'd do better with less bother. Mmmh. Lovely thought!

#10: I'm a little bit of a rebel sometimes. Not in the "I'm a stupid, destructive monkey with mommy/daddy issues. Look at me. Please?"-way. Just in the "wait what? Are you serious, well... This would be smarter. Boom!"-way. Elegantly put, I know, haha. Stupid rules are meant to be broken.


Deserving others? I hope it doesn't have to be people who necessarily see this, because stalking rarely goes both ways, you know. Just kidding. Though not really. But really.
Anywho, a couple of peeps...

Kage's blog is awesome. Her life is so different from mine in so many ways, and I like how she writes about it :)

Swatch and Learn - the blog I go to for my nailpolish obsession. Though I in no way have as many polishes or am as commited as Mary, I like checking out her swatches. Because they're really good, and she's a very nice person who answers everybody who comments.

Hyperbole and a Half - Doesn't get updated a lot anymore, I think she got a gig with writing a book instead. But the old posts are still up and hilarious.

Save Siccar Point!

For once I feel a need to be serious, and raise awareness for a case that I recently discovered.
I just found out that a company called Drysdales is planning to put up some kind of a factory for processing vegetables very near a world famous geological site called Siccar Point in Scotland where Hutton's Uncomformity can be seen.

Hutton's Unconformity, pic from http://www.geos.ed.ac.uk/

An unconformity is a geological phenomenon where a hiatus can be seen. That means, that for a period of time no deposition was being made, or erosion took place, so the strata contains no informations for a shorter or longer period of time (in geology that's mainly measured in millions of years).

Hutton's Unconformity (an angular unconformity), notice the geohammer for scale.
See how there are two different kinds of "directions" of the rock - the lower part is vertical and the higher part is closer to being horizontal? The change is close to the shaft of the hammer, which is also where the unconformity is.

So now you may, rightly, be saying something along the lines of "vegetables? That's not so bad, is it?" And at first I agree with you. The problem is that they're leading their agricultural waste directly into the ocean, and also that they will dig a trench across the area which they will fill up with concrete. From what I understand that is the plan for now, but who's to say that they won't expand and perhaps build a factory later on?

My point is, I think it would suck majorly to ruin a beautiful piece of nature by sticking ugly, noisy, polluting industry in the middle of it.

If you want to read more and perhaps take some kind of action or just raise awareness of this case like I do, you can read a lot more on the site http://www.savesiccarpoint.co.uk/#help. 

Thanks a bunch, guys.
- Charlotte.

Shopping 2nd Hand

Okay people, let's save the world! It's totally easy. Or not.
But as I expected shopping 2nd hand is a really good way to shop without as much of a guilty conscience battering you for the next loooong while, and also you feel like you're supporting some of those less fortunate.

"Saving the world" is bs. The world will go on, question is simply if life as we know it will come along for the ride or not.
Which is basically impossible seen on a slightly larger perspective.
(Yay, geology...)

I'm quite a sceptic when it comes to certain things; Justin Bieber being more than 15 years old, chocolate being unhealthy and beggars (at least in Denmark) and some of the organizations that supposedly send all the money to the deserving in Africa or the latest country that had an earthquate that scored higher than a 5 or 6 or whatever on the good ol' Richter scale.
Some beggars make a shitload of money, which is slightly frustrating for students or other people with a job which the common society approves of.
(If I don't approve of the common society, where does that leave me?)
The help organizations only actually send somewhere around 40% of what they get to the places people want their money to go. They have their reasons, though. For instance they have to pay for their offices and so forth, and for campaigns...
Anywho, some is better than nothing, but I'd rather just get a bit more than just the "buying-myself-a-cleaner-conscience"-feeling. So instead I donate clothes that I don't use anymore, and I finally started buying used clothes too. Or at least a nice scarf. And some books, but they weren't really from a HEYYOU!YESYOU-LET'SSAVETHEWORLD!!!-place.
I'll put in a pic of the scarf if I get around to it. I mean, saving the world here guys... And/or stuff.

I guess I'll leave you at that. More than enough, I guess.

On the subject of pop - I approve of this song. It's kinda awesome!
"No more sick whiskey dick" - I dare not google the lyrics in case that ain't what she actually sings...

Dating vs. Hollywood

One of the most annoying things about all these Hollywood-made movies and series is their take on looooove and dating. Seriously, how do these people always get dates and find person whom they find attractive? In less than a month?! And how do they even have the time?
Anyone with answers to one or more of these questions, please do enlighten me!

One of my favorite love stories for sure!

I recently started dating the cousin of a friend of mine, and I'm so paranoid about it. He doesn't text me a lot, but the few times we've hung out he hasn't seemed uninterested. I do not get it. At all. I'm really confused and annoyed, and I don't want to keep being the one to take initiatives, it's just too weird, I think. I don't know.
Also, what's up with the dude always paying everything? That sucks, what happened to equality, guys? I feel slightly awkward if the guy pays everything. But it's kinda nice if he offers. Gentlemen are not to be frowned upon!
I'm rambling and not making a lot of sense. Apologies.

On the bright side, I guess, something is actually happening in my "love life" currently. The frustration and anxiety is a minor detail, I suppose.
Other than that, the Danish summer is pretty crappy again this year, but I've got a holiday planned in Southern France, so soon I'll wave goodbye to (literally) grey days and rainy weather. Then I just have to find a gorgeous French dude and forget about what goes on back home.
If I lived in a Hollywood production it would not be a problem and there would be 3 possible paths forward:

1. I'd find an amaaazing guy and forget all about my problems at home, and get a happy ever after.*
2. He would come running after me, realising what he's missing, and we'd live happily ever after.*
3. I would realize, halfway through my vacation, that all I ever wanted is at home, have a perfect game plan that would work, and live happily ever after.*

I will end this post's rambling with a little motivation. For paddling or going on vacation somewhere exotic or to spend more time googl'ing shit. Have a nice week, peeps!

Yippie kay yay, motherfucker!

*Until the sequel.

P.S. Who the hell googles "check out my tits dad"?! That's just wrong. Or very, very weird at the very least. And wrong.

Apples Are Good. Apple, Though? Not So Much.

Minor rage. I've never really been a fan of Apple.
Yes, sure. Point the flamethrowers this way, go ahead.
But for real? Overpriced merchandice designed designed to break 1-3 days after the warranty expires? I guess it, objectively speaking, is rather impressive to make stuff like that. And keep one's custumors. Kudos.

If your Apple product does not remind you of something like this after the warranty has expired, well, it's probably not really Apple. Sorry.

My iPod Touch is currently doing the shuffle. Not the shuffle I want it to do, but a shuffle where it laughs at me by turning off and on by it self. Sometimes in the middle of a track. Jeez. I just can't love that on my 25-30 minute bike ride to/from work, or shopping close to a screaming kid during the rush. Also, WHY will you not let me play Wordfeud for more than one word/20 mins, iGuilty, WHY?

If I named my iPod Touch iGuilty? Why, yes, I most certainly did. On shuffle it plays popmusic rather often. Usually resulting in me dancing around like a crazy person. And jamming along. Woops.

What finally triggered this little, hating, blog-rage is that because of these problems I'm looking to buy a new one. How much that costs? Oh, $400, kinda expensive, but ok, I work a lot currently, so I guess I can afford it. Ohhh, taxes, you say, so $430? So the $400 is just your rich asses making more profit on that sleek design, yet crap product? Lovely.
And if I buy it in Denmark? The price equals somewhere around $600 - lovely, innit?
Beats me how Apple keeps owning such a large part of the market.

Don't even get me started on the iPad.
I keep wondering if it's good at absorbing liquids,

If anybody knows a nice alternative to an iPod Touch, I'd love to hear it. Preferably something that will let me geek Wordfeud.

Looks like FUN! And who has never wanted to do this?
Picture impolitely borrowed from this place.

My 4 Month Hiatus Is Over. For Now.

I haven't been in here much the last 4 months, I know. But that's just what happened when I suddenly had less internet access than what I was (am) used to.
I've been doing so much amazing and fun stuff, and I can't sum half of it up now, so I won't bother.

One thing that I do find interesting upon returning, is that my blog is still visited. Mainly by random passers-by that google weird stuff. Some of it leaves me in a state of "... what?" - but weird Googlers, please continue to search for weird things. It's just too entertaining.
Apparently people wanting to see "fat guy on a bike demotivational" comes here. I'm not sure I have what you're looking for, but here's... Well, I wanted to give you a fatty on a bike, but found a comic insted. I'll share!

Early merry Christmas!

Meanwhile, I'm beginning to fear I'll turn into a fatty (sometimes on a bike), after having spent 7 weeks on a ship in the northern Atlantic Ocean. There I (on average) had cake every day. More than once. Yeah, that'll make most of us slightly overweight.
Now I'm looking for a job, and might become a mail(wo)man, so I guess that'll help. Also I can go running whenever I want to now, without having to consider how much my current platform is rolling. Not bad, I know!

I'm not this much overweight, but I think it's an awesome photo. And I want to try that!
(Preferably somewhere too warm for icebergs and on a boat smaller than 3500 tons...)

I somehow lost my earphones while in the Atlantic, and I'm not exactly a fan of running to begin with, so without music... Well, doesn't really work out awesomely for me. I have ordered some new ones, and they should be here any day now, so I'm anxiously checking my mail every day.
Going for tennis later, and trying to think about what I eat, so I hope I'll lose those extra kg's soon enough!

This says it all.

The Muppets Are Evilz! And Brainwashing! Oh, And Sent From Communist China!!!

First of all I'd really, really like to know if this is a serious feature from a serious news channel?
It looks like a classical spoof on the stereotype of "stupid Americans," so if this is for real I'm pretty scared...

Time for a rant!
 I haven't seen the Muppets movie, but to compare it to "communist China" and Mao's propaganda is pretty damn freaky. Muppets are brainwashing kids, it seems. Oh, just like The Day After Tomorrow is a big, bad movie made to brainwash us all. Run while you can!!!


Hey Fox News - The Day After Tomorrow is something called fiction from a place called Hollywood. Ever heard these terms before?
Well, fiction means something that isn't real. In this case it's made for entertainment, and for money. There's this other kind of movies called documentaries, that are supposed to depict reality fairly truthful, but in fiction it's ok to make stuff up! Like, you know, zombies, talking animals, time travel machines and even nature disasters that are overexaggerated. You see, depicting nature exactly as it is, is not likely to become a blockbuster and make loads and loads of money.
Then there's this other thing called science, but no worries, I will not confuse you with that right now.
Hollywood is this place where they make up stuff to get rich, it's basically a money machine. And you know what that is, so I won't get into that.

Why do people that stupid get to control a major media outlet? That's so surreal.

Kermit and his new BFFs.

Haha, oh my goodness. Just watched a bit of it again, and that dude who can't move his face has a pretty hilarious answer when asked if "liberal Hollywood" is using "class warfare" (warfare? Really?) trying to "brainwash our kids": "Yeah, absolutely! And they've been doing it for decades!"
And here's another golden nugget: Occupy Wall Street is evil, liberal Hollywood's fault, because the poor young "have been indoctrinated, litterally for YEARS, with this kind of stuff!"
Also Fox seem to think that the great message in The Day After Tomorrow is that the oil industry is evil. To brainwash people with this point was actually why the movie was made. Damn! Saw right through it - didn't ya, you clever things!


Maybe Fox should start looking at people's education and intellect before hiring them. The host must have an IQ lower than 90 and I highly doubt he graduated high school, because I'm not sure a single intellectual thing left his mouth during those 7 minutes. And he talked quite a bit.

"I just wish liberals would leave little kids alone" said the pretty girl with the big, brown eyes. Am I the only one being reminded of LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE! ?
Gods... Where do they find their show hosts? They actually have staff with less IQ than the male host they started this off with?! I'm... Shocked. Or impressed. I just wish they wouldn't let them on tv, I guess...

Leave Britney alone! And the kids! And the multimillionaires!!!
... Can I have two cheeseburgers and some fries to go, please?

The last, very interesting thing in this feature is, that the only intelligent, educated person is a pretty, blonde girl.
Yes. I laughed.
Here's 7 minutes of "cartoons are actually evil brainwashing and propaganda" and proof of how (some) Americans are worse than the stereotype they try to fight and in comes someone who's probably heard a LOT of blondie-jokes, she definitely looks the part, and then she's actully pretty kick-ass.
So there was something positive in this.

/Endrant.

If you didn't read all this I don't blame you. But props if you did.
Just a bit of proof of why education and the ability to think for yourself is important. And I needed to vent.

Golden Monday

When I got up this morning it was dark. Dark and cold and really foggy outside. I had promised a friend to wear glasses today (instead of my normal contactlenses), so all in all it seemed pretty much like a bitch normal Monday.
Rolling down the hill on my bike - nothing unusual. (Except for the glasses that seemingly prevented me from crying my eyes out as I usually do).
Going inside the institute - nothing special. Just chatting with the others before the lecture started.

"I wish I could look as sexy as Charlotte sporting glasses and a bike..."

Then I opened up my computer and logged on Facebook and there it was.
A golden ticket from Willy Wonka.
A treasure chest on the bottom of the ocean.
A light at the end of the tunnel!

This is how the light at the end of winter the tunnel looks.

An invitation to fucking southern France. For two weeks. This summer.
Holy crap. I didn't believe my eyes. But a friend got permission from his parents to borrow their summerhouse in southern France for a couple of weeks and invite some friends along, and I was (one of the six) chosen one(s).
My Monday was saved. Actually I don't remember if I've ever been this happy on a Monday in November ever before.
Of course I had to spend the rest of the day (or until 14.00, at least) letting others on the institute know. They appreciated the information.
Mwahahaha.

Loves it.

Once There Was A Bottle Of Tequila...

Actually, once there were quite many bottles of tequila, and the people of the kingdom of Geosciencia could not quite believe the number of there was.
"Why are there so many bottles?" "Are they just for tonight?" "How shall we ever drink all of them?" they asked. The people believed there were too many bottles to be drunk in one evening.

Like this. Exept it was bottles. And lemons. And there were many more!
And... well, it wasn't all that fancy.

One evening there was a party. A party where men dressed like women would walk the catwalk and compete for the title of Miss Geo 2011. The competing started late, for earlier on, most of the men denied any interest in this title, though they secretly yearned to win. As the evening went on, beer was drunk and many a bottle of tequila was emptied, and suddenly more showed interest in partaking in the glorious competition.
Luckily for them, there were old ladies-clothing and women quite capable of helping with the hardships of "make-up" - an ancient artform, and mystery for many a man.

You need our help or you'll end up looking like this. Or worse.

At the late hour of ~8pm more than half the bottles of tequila('s content) had disappeared mysteriously, and the show was about to begin.
Yours truly were not feeling all the way on top, due to standing behind the bar which led to quite a few free rounds of shots from happy costumers. Tablesoccer did not burn off the lovely effects of the tequila. Or the beer. Or the vodka... Well, back to the story.
One by one the competitors took the catwalk. Bodyparts were shaken, clothes taken off and moves that need a PG-rating, at the least, was made. Finally there was a winner.
It's a little foggy what exactly made him stand apart from his competitors, but win he did, and happy he was.

"Yeah, bitches. This is how I roll."*
*Not Miss Geo in photo.

For the record I shall let it be known, that by 22-23-ish all the tequila was gone. And the people of Geoscienca wanted more. I, however, had decided that I needed no more (alcohol) to drink for the night, and drunkenly happily left a while later to get fastfood and nice, cold water.

Review: Within Temptation, Falconer Theatre, 25/10/2011.

Figured I'd try my hand at concert reviewing - why not.

So, after moving my exam I hurried back home 24th October so I would be ready to rock out at the (very, very anticipated) Within Temptation concert in the Falconer Theatre (Falconér Salen) in Copenhagen, Denmark the next day.
The concert was originally supposed to happen (in March!) at Store Vega, but sold out and was moved to a bigger venue: KB Hallen. Then the lead singer of the band, Sharon den Adel, got pregnant and the show was moved to October. Then, about a week before the show, KB Hallen burned and luckily the concert was moved to the Falconer Theatre.
This last piece of news was a spoonfull of awesome, since the acoustics of KB Hallen are (they're rebuilding the thing) (in)famous for being... Well, politely and politically correct put; sub par. Or you could say "awful".

I went with a couple of friends, and when we got there, we made the (in my opinion) not-awesome decision of placing ourselves at the top balcony, where we could sit (completely unnecessary) and see the stage at all times (which was what convinced me to do it).

At about 20.00 the warm-up band Triggerfinger went on stage. Although I wasn't a big fan of their music, they delivered a great show with loads of energy. I enjoyed watching them, but was impatiently waiting for the main gig. As well as most others, it seems. Sorry guys, but still - great job!

Lead singer of Triggerfinger.
Rock on!

At about 21.00 Within Temptation finally took the stage (I'd literally waited a year for them), starting out with a Mother Maiden short-film (the backdrop was a screen showing musicvideos and stuff while the band played), which didn't surprise me.Even though I'm not loving the short films, I think they made for a great part of the concert. Right after the shortfilm ended, they started off with Shot in the Dark. The band was amazingly energetic - most things are probably less energetic than Triggerfinger, but Within Temptation sure kept the energy levels up. I don't remember the exact sequence of the songs (I was busy partying with the show), but cheating a bit, it was something like this:

Shot in the Dark

In The Middle of The Night

Faster

Fire And Ice

Ice Queen

The Howling

Our Solemn Hour

Stand My Ground

Sinéad

What Have You Done

Iron

Angels

Memories

See Who I Am

Mother Earth

Encore:

Stairway to the Skies

How does she both sing like an angel and look like one?!

Commenting on just a couple of the tracks, or more:
I was a little surprised they started out with four TU-tracks in a row. Two of my friends seemingly hadn't heard the new album (why? I don't know...), so I guess it was a little weird for them, although one of them tried to sing along. It was awesome. I was, of course "singing" along through the entire concert, even though I was placed with the boring people who were just watching. Concerts like this are supposed to be dynamic and fun, it's not classical!

Then came Ice Queen - completely surprising me (not for the last time that night), going from some of the newest to some of the oldest. The backdrop showed snowy mountains and beautiful sceneries. Being a complete geek (loves it), I was thinking (the entire time) "arrrh, the sky isn't blue in the mountains when it's snowing like that" and "hmm, I wonder what kinds of moutains they are".
After this we got The Howling and Our Solemn Hour - both great tracks, followed by Stand My Ground - and the crowd went crazy. The friend I sat (sigh) next to and I were pretty much singing screaming along as loud as we could through the entire song.

Awesomesauce x 10

Then Sinéad (awesome) and What Have You Done, of course resulting in the crowd screaming "what have you done now?" as loud as possible - whenever possible.
After this we got Iron followed by, finally, Angels which is one of my through-and-through favorite tracks by Within Temptation. Might be the first one I heard, and it certainly holds a special place in my heart.
Then came Memories, a little bit of the same style, and also a track from The Silent Force. After this they played See Who I Am, and the one song I'm still the most surprised they played: Mother Earth.

Looking amazing live, just sayin'.

It was incredible to hear Mother Earth live, it's an awesome track, and people seemed to be loving it. I'm pretty biased, since I sure was (loving it, like McD loves fat people).
In the end we got a final bonus track (or encore, I guess): Stairway to the Skies. A very good song, and rather good to end on. I guess. If it has to end. Which it did.

After the concert Sharon and one of the guys jumped down and met a couple of the fans which, to me, shows that not only are they great musicians - they're also really nice and down to earth kinds of people. Unfortunately I didn't get to say hi, but I loved the show, even though I didn't think it was long enough. At all. But they played for almost an hour and a half, so in the end it's not all bad, and I guess they would be exhausted if they played for two or three hours every night. Can't blame 'em.
And in the end I prefer quality over quantity.

Great show - thanks a lot!

Sharon sang amazing and the band played incredibly well, I'm so impressed. Only thing that bugged me was the lighting - it might just be my unfortunate, high position, but I got blinded quite a few times, which was a little annoying when I wanted to see more of the great show down on the scene.
Otherwise it was the best. My neck hurt both Wednesday and Thursday, which is a record by me. More proof of a great concert!

I found a stairway to the skies in the end.
Within Temptaion, please come back to Denmark. Soon.

Finally I would just like to mention that we found a place to buy a beer (or two, or seven. Whatever) after the concert. Wasn't easy, not many places are open on a Tuesday night. Got kicked out from a couple of places because they closed hella early (1am or something, weird), but one of the places contained guys drinking Bacardi Breezer, so I was happy to get back to Sam's Bar with beer and karaokee. Insane standards for singing in there, by the way. If it's that way every night, it's like going to a fairly good concert - only a lot cheaper.

The Holy Internet Which Holds Answers To All Your Questions.

Right?
Anywho, last year I got myself a nice little Helix-piercing in my left ear. I love it, and I think my mother has learned to ignore it although it seemed like they were mortal enemies for the first couple of months. Thing is, I might like to change it, even though I really like my beloved, simple Blackline-ring which currently recides there.

Looking something like this. Only blacker.
Yes, that's a word.

The problem, then, is that I don't know how to get the damn thing out.
I know I googled it before (a while ago... Might've been months) and found youtube-videos showing what to do. Most of them involved tools, which is really annoying because I'm not rich, and would rather spend money on fun stuff (new piercing?) than on tools.
My point is, that all of this seems to have vanished into thin air. How the hell did that happen? Google has allied with the devil? Or Apple? Same shit different name?

Yeah, no, this is not a Halloween costume.

If anybody has some tips of awesomeness for easy removal (besides "go to your piercer"), it would be awesome to get them in here. I'm 99,9% sure I can't be the only one with this problem.
Also, I tried to get my major keywords in here, Blackline piercing, removal (although that sounds so harsh - I want to keep it, I just... want see what it looks like with other jewellry. I'm not cheating on my piercing... Right?) so maybe someone will find it. Like life on Mars.
So gather round, pierced geniousses, and let me (and the Internet) know what you know!

If nobody answers, I'll know Google's behind this conspiracy!!!
Jk.




...Not really.

Busy, lazy life. Hello.

It's been forever (give or take) since I updated this, but I'm ill and staying with my parents for a couple of days and the internet is failing me (can't watch my precious moreorless guilty pleasure series online), so I was reading other blogs and decided to update this a bit.

The Vampire Diaries would not contain the same amounts of awesomeness without the picture-part working properly. Mmmh...

So I started uni a couple of months ago, and it's been crazy. I'm just loving it. The people, the place, the courses (or well, some of them) and then - table soccer. My new #1 procrastination-tool. We have a free table down at the institute, and being a very small institute all the way down one end of the unipark it's usually rather easy to get to use it. For a couple of hours...

Another thing I've noted in my new academic life is the amazing amounts of beer. Exam done? Beer! Friday? Beer! In the mood for beer? More beer!
I've never drunk this much ever before, and I didn't even like beer before I started uni. Well, after a week of possibly drinking more beer than water, I guess I kinda got used to it. Also, it's cheaper than drinks!

This looks quite a bit like my new average Friday afternoon/evening.
Except for the old person, the suit and the shameless lack of beer.

My internet is driving me batshit crazy, so I'll end this  post and check for a FF-update.
Pleeeease make it better!!!

Better Late Than Never, Right?

What'up.
So my bro (/bff whom I've known my entire life - give or take a couple of months) just visited for 2,5 weeks and flew back to the effing stupid States yesterday. I had just gotten used to having her around and breakfasting with her, and now it's over. Grrr. Miss her already, and that sucks old goat balls!

We are completely sensible and normal people, and about 75% of the pictures I took while she was here look like this...
5% I have no words for. And the rest is stuff I'll let people see.

This also means that uni starts scarily soon. And I have 4 days to say bye to my friends before leaving. Wth? How did this happen?!
Also I don't really have a place to stay, so I have persuaded my lovely grandmother to let me stay with her for a couple of weeks 'til I find something.
Jeez Louise, it's way harder than I thought to find somewhere to stay.
Also I feel like I need to get rid of a couple of kg's fat ASAP!
It's a wonder what a couple of cakes every day for 2½ weeks and less working out than usual will do for to your body. I'm telling you!

Gahhhh. Gimme sunshine.

What Happens At Work... Apparently Doesn't Stay There.

In the summertime I work at this little shop by a lake where we mainly sell beer, ice cream and junk food. This doesn't sound very exciting, I know. But holy shit, weird stuff goes on at that place. And some of those customers are even more whacked than we who work there.
This Tuesday I took a nice little 9,5 hour-shift, and among other things I danced and sang with/for some customers, tried to communicate with an old Italian couple who spoke Italian. And only Italian, it seemed. I tried to communicate with them in Danish, English and Spanish. Nothing got through. However, I sold them some ice cream and I feel like I might have understood their request. Maybe not, but they looked happy most of the time, so I guess I didn't do too bad.
As usual I had to put on my fake smile while I was thinking die, you son of a bitch! Wait here while I get my baseballbat, and I'll rearrange your face. I'm a grrrreat surgeon. and other stuff along those lines, when a bunch of people as. Fucking. Usual. Asked me if I just happened to be a certain famous person. Or perhaps related to her? If I were, I don't think I'd be working at minimum wage washing dishes and selling ice cream. Do you?
They do.

THERE'S A PARTY IN THE U-S-A!She wants to kick your ass. For realz.
Fortunately she's old and not very fast. I am the opposite. And I know where you live.
Ha.

It helps when people try to redeem themselves by saying that I'm prettier than her. But still I'd like just 3-5% of her money or $1 everytime people asked me that stupid question - and I'd be rich.
Also, on this darling Tuesday, I got hijacked into starring in a commercial. While at work, so I couldn't even run away as I may have liked to. And did the bitches pay me? NO! I'm seriously considering hunting them down. With a baseballbat or a lawsuit. Haven't quite decided yet.

On another topic, isn't this the Pope wearing a cowboy-hat?!

And is that a goldchain around his neck? Pimpin'!

Well, maybe people will now ask me if I'm "the girl from that commercial"... But we'll see.

RIP Bjørn.

The Danish Summer, Live It and Love It.

The Danish summer is all about sunshine and butterflies. We always have the best weather...
Not.
We're used to depressing cold weather, rain, rain and rain, but a few days ago we were also subject to flooding.

Wanna go for a swim? Used to be a highway...

I'm actually a fan of heavy rain/thunderstorms because, well, they're awesome.
They are!
Can't stand the neverending drizzle that we have so often, which is also why I will (probably) never move to London. And why I have grand plans of taking part of my education in Hawaii, California and/or Australia. Yes please.

Very sweet and deep.
But sorta obvious when you live in a country where the months on average have 8-13 days of rain.
-Which feels like more.

On the bright side we don't have too many religious nutters (okay, one religious nutter is one too many, but still...) in this country of sunshine. So at least we didn't hear any "GOD IS WASHING AWAY THE SINNERS" or "GOD WILL JUDGE YOU!!!" or whatnot. At least not anywhere I looked, haha.

God/Allah/The Holy Überrabbit punishing annoying cabdrivers?

Dancing in the rain is actually pretty awesome, but doesn't stop me from mainly preferring sunshine.

Her kind of love is what I adore
What kind of trouble am I in for
My kind of heaven lies in hells back door
And I got more than I need

Cause I need sunshine
The kind that everybody knows
My sunshine she's finer than a painted rose
Yeah yeah sunshine yeah 

(from "Sunshine" by Aerosmith)

I WILL Leave My Hat On, Thank You Very Much...

It's been a while - but in that while I graduated. At long last I got that wonder of a hat put on my head.
And it's just been a bunch of crazy days since then. Since my last exam was on the last possible day the craziness started off right away. I've never spent this much money on eating (and drinking) out in a week and a half before. But we're having fun. A lot of fun.
Some of us... Too much fun.

Wait... How did this happen?

Right, so that didn't happen. Not for me at least.
-Oh, and my hat is a bit more discreet than that one...
But I'm being told my new standard can be described by the lovely word "naked".
It's a tradition that we go for some skinny dipping when we get our hat, and I'd already done it once but apparently my very drunk alterego felt like it would be an EXCELLENT idea to repeat the fun at 4 or 5 in the morning the other day. In front of a bunch of people that I know/don't know. Gotta love that. Especially because I thought that people only saw me from the back, and I'm being told that they most certainly did not only see that.
I'm still hoping they're just trying to make me feel embarrased or something...

They should put up signs like this everywhere I go when I'm drunk from what I hear.
Just remove the "sun"-part. We don't really get any of that in Denmark anyways...

I hope I'm done with the whole "yay, I'm so drunk that I'm naked"-thing. I'm not sure it would make the best impression at college. It would, probably, make an impression, but I'm not sure it's the image I'm going for, haha...
Deadline for signing up for uni is 5th July, but I'm planning on doing it now. At least my lovely 'rentals are telling me to...

On an endnote for this very brief post, I'll just say that I met some pathetic loser in the city last night who told me and a couple of friends that it was "about time to take that hat off". HELL no! Just because he's too stupid to get any kind of an education doesn't mean I won't be happy that I got one - and show it. Take a chill pill, dude - it's only been about a week.


And now: PARTY ON!!

And Another One Down, And Another One Down - Another One Bites The Dust!

Five down, two to go.
Hell yes.

This countdown refers to my exams. Only two to go, and I will have one of these beauties resting peacefully on my head:

Come to mama, come ooon, you know you want to...

I know it wants to, too.
Less than two weeks 'till I get it. I'm really scared and really excited, but I know it'll be great.
After I get it I'll have what I expect to be two of the most alcoholic weeks in my entire life.
Oh well, what one doesn't sacrifice for the sake of tradition... *coughs*
And once I do get that sucker you can betcha I will leave my hat on!

You may congratulate me on never having to worry about how the workers of the 19th century felt or why they felt that way, again. It's a great feeling I tell you.

Untill next time...