Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, A Pirates Life For Me...

Is "yo-ho" short for "hi ya whore"?

Just got home from watching the new Pirates-movie. This is an urgent matter, which I must share with the entire world at once.
Consider it done.
Captain Jack Sparrow is pretty much made of awesome, which is why I cannot dislike any of the movies, even if the stupid people behind it decided to cast Penélope Cruz. Come on! Why???
I guess I'm a fangirl, so I liked the movie. Go watch it. Especially if you have stupid upcoming exams.

Exams! RUN!!!!!

I do. (Have an ass-load of stupid, upcoming, incoming exams).
Which is why I figured dinner with a friend followed by a nice, long, piratey movie was just the thing to do. I'm done with all my written exams, and just need to go through the worst ones where I need to convince ridiculous strangers that I am, in fact, a very nice and clever girl, who deserves a bunch of shining A's.
I'm considering dressing up as a pirate, at least then I could get some fun out of my exams.
I hate the stupid things.

Oh, I'm not allowed to hit the examinator? Even if I'm dressed as a pirate??
Weird...

Anywho, I should get to bed so I'm fresh for studying tomorrow.
But the internet calls me.

-It does!

Hello sexy priest-y guy. I'm the internet. Come with me. I have a tail and no shirt!

Exams? Say What??

I have been absent for a while. Again. I know. Apologies.

I've been stressed out of my mind to somewhere past the solar system because of my upcoming exams. I'm doing good in school and all, but somehow this does not help my nerves. If anything it almost makes it worse. Stupid expectations. And stupid exams.
My last schoolday is Monday, and my first exam is Wednesday. Lovely.
If all else fails, I guess I can go with tactics along these lines:

A wild Danish exam appears... And burns.

Can I bring matches or a lighter to my written exams? I know I have to hand over my phone for the duration of the exam (noes, I could cheat!!!!!), but what if my paper(s) suddenly, spontaneously self-combust(s)?

For some reason, some teachers feel like exams are something to joke with (easy when you're not the one being examined) and say stupid stuff like "exam is a party for the well prepared student." Well, "dying painfully is a party for the annoying teacher"?

Okay, okay, that wasn't very nice, but you'll have to excuse my angry/weird ramblings, 'cause exams do not do anything good for my mental health.

Oh, and also I don't know what I want to do with my life. Can I please be a pyro for Rammstein? I guess that's not the best/most safe plan ever. But it would be fun. So much fun.

I don't know all my exams yet, which is really annoying. I do know my three written exams and one oral. I got sidetracked while writing this post and found something relevant for my one known oral exam (why is it called an "oral exam" in English?! Makes my mind think about stuff that does not happen at the average exam...).
Anywho, this exam is on DNA in biology and English (yay - watching NCIS is now schoolwork!), and I found this:

I will not be happy, yet not surprised, if my mind blanks and this is all I remember at my exam...

It's from this page, which contains good procrastination. Yay!
I hope y'all are doing great, and having a less stressed May than I am!

Excuses, Excuses...

I feel like confessing - I'm one of them. SURPRISE!!!
I guess y'all have already guessed by the delightful name of my blog, but I'm great at procrastinating and making excuses.

Cleaning? Oh no, I have homework and a highly important tetris game to attend to!
Homework? Ahhh, I really need to clean my room. And I want to get outside, perhaps even get to do some sports today!
Exercise? I'm afraid I have too much homework, and also it's been to long since I've: had a girls night out/been chilling with this or that friend/relaxed with my family/taken some time to myself!

Pleeeease google me instead of doing constructive things.

It's the great circle of life excuses. Do you see how neatly they fit, so I can make my mind up to do one thing, and then decide that something else is a better idea or more important?

If anybody out there, yes you!, know how to break this way of thinking. Please - clue me in!
If you're statistically minded (or just ready for procrastinating some more) here's a cuddly flowchart of how an evening with homework often works out for me.

I know I'm not the only one, but I didn't know teachers were equally bad. Not my teachers at least. About 2 months ago I turned in my bioreport a week and a half late (a holiday got in my way), which my lovely teacher now uses as an excuse for why I haven't gotten it back yet. Because "since I turned it in late, he can just return it when he gets the time."
But dear, fellow procrastinators you know as well as I, that I will never get it back with that kind of thinking. My hard work will end up in the dark, endless abyss of forgetfulness and procrastination, and overcoming my list of waymoreimportantthingstodo will have been for nothing!
-Suggestions?

Before I leave, I will let you know that waytoocutehamsterwiththenameofanalcoholicdrink is from Ian's blog-thingy. And... Damn that little thing is sweet, I don't care if I sound like a ten year-old. If you don't love it, just a tiny bit, you have a heart of stone. Or possibly severe allergies, which also makes an acceptable excuse.

Awwwww.

Graceland Is Located In Denmark - Didn't You Know?

Actually, first and foremost let me just say:
WOHOOOOOOO!
I have holidays. A blessed week off from school. Let there be food, laughter and happiness. Possibly also drinking, excercising and drinking, which is very welcome.
I only have 15 schooldays left this year, which I would be ecstatic about if it wasn't because it meant exams. Seriously, whyyyy?

Instead of being happy it's spring and summer, this is what those dear examinations reduce me to.
Damn you, Salazar!

 
Enough with the whining! (For now at least, I make no promises on this account).

Apparently we have a huge Elvis fan here in Denmark. The guy spent the equivalent of $4,5 MILLION on building a Graceland. In a place called "Randers".
Graceland, Randers.
It does have a ring to it, doesn't it?
Or something. Never was a fan of Elvis, but unfortunately it is not for me to decide what he does with his money. Damn.

On a more royal note, the newest additions to the Danish royal family was given their names officially a day or two ago. So, the prince was named Vincent Frederik Minik Alexander. A bunch of people whine over "Vincent", but I think it's kinda cute. I guess people are just hating because the name is really rare here, so people aren't familiar/comfortable with it.
"Minik" is a Greenlandish (Greenish? Greenlandishian?) name, and somebody decided to mess with the media, and kindly let them know that this means "the one who thirsts for breastmilk".
...
I'll just let that one hang in the air for a while - good job on picking out a good source, you guys!!

The princess is named Josephine Sophia Ivalo Mathilda. Ivalo is Greenlandish, and I don't think anybody was able to convince the media that it meant something funny like "the one who suck on boobs" or whatever. Come on, talk to that other guy again!!

The Danes are debating the names as if there was a point to it (seriously, what do they expect to gain from it?), which is really random. But I guess we just like expressing out opinions over here...

Have an awesome weekend, all!

Princess Isabella, Prince Christian, the Crownprince- and princess.
And of course The One Who Thirsts For Breastmilk and his twinsister.

Entertainment Needed.

Long time no see!
Seems that life is dead set (he he) on moving on at a fast pace. Right now, however, not so much. I'm stuck in what might be the most boring class ever. The teacher is this really nice, old, grandpa-ish guy, who speaks in an impressive monotone. Prof. Binns, much?

Actually this particular hour doesn't seem so bad, but that's probably because I didn't hear the assignment. Doesn't seem that anybody else does either, though. A guy in front of me is talking about the persian war, so perhaps somebody heard what we're supposed to do anyways. Everybody else is chatting/eating/singing/Facebook'ing.
I'm fighting the internet, so I at least can watch som Eurosport or whatnot. And kazoom! Why are some sportsoutfits so hideous? Really! Will anybody actually buy them?

Please, please, please be distracted by my boobs.

If I were paid more in a month than most people make in a year, I think I'd be okay with wearing this a couple of times, too.

There wasn't actually any point with this post, other than entertaining myself. At least the pictures should be a source for entertainment for you guys as well.
Papers going around. I'll see if perhaps I can learn something, or... something.

Fitness Center FUN.

So, I have this weird-ish voice inside my head, that sometimes pops out of nowhere and then pops back into nowhere. It does, however, give my life a funny narrative sometimes. And life needs it. Just sayin'.

So today it had one of its little ta-daaaah!'s. I was on my way to the lockerroom in the fitness center. Which I, by the way, recently joined, just for the hell of it.
Two slightly overweight, uh, ladies stepped out, just when I was about to go in, when my insanely happy internal voice informed me: "FATTIES!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D"
I wouldn't accuse my thoughts of being boring politically correct.

I overheard them saying about 5 words about "having another month to tone up" or something, which led me to the question: Is it possible to speak of "toning up" when you have to lose 5kg+ before any muscles are visible? I mean, wouldn't it be, "losing weight" or "getting in shape" before "toning up"?
Don't get me wrong here, I actually admire fat people working out, trying to lose weight/get in shape. A lot. I understand it's hard to go out there when looking like a small/medium/large jell-o mountain. So all kinds of props to them, but her choice of words seemed rather interesting to me.
Oh, and fat bottomed girls, apparantly, make the rockin' world go round. So, s'all good.

Go! Go! Go!

Also on the "fun"-list of fitness center happenings is a Facebook/Fitness center collaboration:
A friend of mine added "runnning" or "fitness" or something to her "sports" on Facebook. Which made her boyfriend, who's a pretty hardcore handball player, inform her that "that's not a sport, it's a pass-time interest." Funny argument ensued. And... Doesn't sound as entertaining when retold, so I'll just leave it at that.

God, I love Google. And Queen's pretty awesome, too.

After spending too much time Googling for a change, I found the site I just remembered when I was thinking about fatties running. Be Does Life, this seriously cool guy, who decided to lose weight and set goals for himself. I really admire him, and I'm not sure I'd be able to do it if I were in his shoes. He's posts before and after pictures, and... wow. Plus he's funny. Downside is, his blog isn't on blogspot, so I can't stalk him properly.
Damn.

Have a great weekend, folks!



Expecting to recieve the new Within Temptation album this Monday! YAY!!!!

Star Wars MARATHON!

This Friday was beautifully spent.
First, 5 hours of intense math (yay!! Or... wait...) and a shitload of candy. Then home to grab a toothbrush and on to one of my friends' house. Her parents are in Norway or something. Out of the house anyways - which is what is important.
Girl has all the Star Wars episodes, so we called it a girls' night with Star Wars.
And don't give me that look. Star Wars is awesome. If you need more reasons, here you go

I really, really want one of those cloaks!

Uh, yeah, the cloaks. Watch it for those. Uh...
And Leia's bunns. They have me laughing flat on my back. I want to get a couple one day. Why not. Just one day, though.
My friend had bought 1kg of candy called "Star Mix", which is nothing short of brilliant. Hey-o themed out night! So just to make sure I got enough sugar that day, I ate some more candy. Woop-di-doo.
As it is necessary for any good movie marathon we ate some pizza (lasagna will do every once in a while), and then some more candy.
We saved II and III for Saturday morning, at which time I had room for some more candy. Oh the joy. Who needs wholegrain bread, fruit and vegetables and that kind of shit anyways? Right!

Good nutrition for the healthy woman.

My workout later that day did not go very well. How strange...
So my evil midterm tests or whatever they're called are over, which means I don't have an excuse to go 75/25 (candy/healthy'n weird stuff) with my nutrition anymore. Damn. Hello carrots.






...is that chocolate?