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...

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.