Monday, September 26, 2011

CRK // Life Is Awesome Because...

So. Hi.

De Eneste To Jeg Har Ikke Lyst Til At Dø

Today was a No Human Contact Day; with few exeptions. Doing Danish paper sent from hell... On Islandic folklore. Just shoot me now. Laughing at with my little sister in her new braces because I'm mean. Getting a chance to quietly read a book in the slowly dimming sunlight. The smell of Betty Crawford cake in our kitchen. Listening to Macy Gray on our stereo. And reminding myself, why life is awesome.

R E M I N D I N G    M Y S E L F    W H Y    L I F E    I S    A W E S O M E

B E C A U S E . . .

♥    Cats smile at you.

♥    I had my last nature-geography class today, and we watched a movie and had cookies.

♥    Cake exists. And buttercream icing.

♥    I go to Aurehøj.

♥    Kings Of Convenience are nice.

♥    I can draw hearts on my lists, when I'm in a bad mood.

♥    This afternoon, it was summer for five seconds. Wonderful five seconds.

♥    My friend nearly killed me from laughing today.
♥    I can get coffee at school before my classes kill me.
♥    There's a superhero-themed party at Aurehøj on Friday. And I'm going as the Powerpuff Girls.
♥    Cold iced tea exists.
♥    I sang a concert in the dark this weekend
♥    My mom promised me a new pair of leather boots. Yummie.
♥    I could sit on my porch in a cushiony chair, read a book, and feel the sunlight on my skin.
♥    The trees have begun to lose their leaves. Soon they will be bright red, flaming orange and bitter yellow.
♥    People show concern and kindness and affection for me every day. Every single day.
♥    I'm incredibly lucky.
Life is awesome. I should try to remember that.
Thanks for listening,
I Am Roseberry.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

What Brightens My Day...

So. Hi.

I've told you about those days. You know, my "just one of those days"-days. The days where I want to rip the head off the nearest person; the days where I want to lie down on my bed and cry hysterically, while simultaneously cramming cookies into my mouth; the days where all I want to do is scream and scream and scream until eventually, I turn a nice aubergine-color, stand gasping for breath, and forget the pounding headache that, in that instance, is my life.

I've told you how I solve my issues. Bridget Jones, screaming at my dog, reading Gaffa, stuffing myself with Ben and Jerry's beyond all respectability, crying to How I Met Your Mother, sneaking Nutella sandwiches into my room in the middle of the night, viciously shredding bits of paper, taking deep breaths through my nose, all the while ignoring annoyingly zen thoughts.

I have not, however, told you about those little moments. The moments that can make my mood swing from that black abyss from a flaming Hell, to a mood that reminds you more of a crisp September-breeze in the autumn sun.

Turning on the TV, switching from iCarly or some other crap to something more sane, and realizing that an old rerun of "Friends" is on. The first bite of a Nutella sandwich. A gust of wind blowing up my skirt, and making me laugh for myself. My caller-ID showing the number of my best friend, calling just to see how I'm doing, though I know she's busy doing a million other things. Breathing in the scent of the new (at least to me) Flying A store in Copenhagen. Laughing with a friend, her laugh short and cute like a baby's (hehehe), mine whimsicle and silly like a school girl's at first (hihihi), but then morphing into a manly roar of a laughter (mahahaha). Printing my ticket for The Kooks' concert in Vega, which I bought for myself, though I have absolutely no money what so ever. Coming home late at night from choir to see that my order of CD's from Amazon has finally come, along with my shirt from American Apparel, which I could finally hold after nearly a couple months' worth of giving up.

Little things. Silly things. Seemingly meaningless and insignificant things.

But what can I say. It works for me. "Little minds, little pleasures" I guess.

T H I N G S    T H A T    B R I G H T E N    M Y    D A Y

Blue raglan long-sleeved shirt American Apparel

New shirt from American Apparel has finally arrived. Nice surprise to see it lying, neatly packaged, on my desk, when I came home late from choir.

Junk Of The Heart The Kooks
Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful? Paloma Faith
Suck It And See Arctic Monkeys
A Different Kind Of Fix Bombay Bicycle Club
Inside In / Inside Out The Kooks

Finding that the 5 CD's I had ordered months ago from Amazon have arrived along with it!

Gaffa Magazine.

Dashing into TP on a Friday night, at the most unpractical moment (before hitting the town with my ladies and booze), just to get the most recent issue of Gaffa.

Re-finding it on my dresser at home, and discovering that it had made it through the night. Fingers itching to turn the pages and swallow all the words...

Short burgundy sheer dress Flying A (sale!)
Cream maxi dress, tight Flying A (sale!)
Black leather skirt Vintage from my mama

New clothes. The smell, the feel, looking forward to wearing them, and slipping them on in the dead of night, just to see if they still fit.

Concert ticket The Kooks playing at Vega

Seeing my printed ticket for The Kooks' concert in Vega (November). Knowing that I haved willingly payed 300 kr. for it, from my own scarce funding, and loving it.

Concert poster DR Pigekoret: Svøbt I Mørke
A concert played in the dark, in DR's Concerthall, where positively all lights are turned off.

Practising (when awake and when dreaming) for the Girls' Choir's upcoming concert this Sunday, reading the music until I want to puke, listening to the same things over and over again, practising harder than ever - and then seeing the poster for our concert. Somehow, it makes it seem more like a "real" concert.

School photos DK Foto

Receiving my school photos in my hand, heart stuttering inexplicably, and realizing that I don't look like a retard, for once.

Smiling. Laughing. Being silly.

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

I ♥ Sundays

So. Hi.

Don't you just love doing absolutely nothing?

It's Sunday. And, in the classic Sunday-sense, it's a bit rainy and gray outside, I had bakery-buns with Nutella for breakfast, Ella Fitzgerald is playing on the stereo, my homework is done, and the only thing left for me to do today, is debate which crappy show I want to watch, and eventually waddle down to the gym.

This is what I call down-time. Sunday is my no-human-contact day. The only people who get to see me on Sundays are my family; and that's just because they happen to live with me. Otherwise, no one is welcome in my Sunday Sanctum. Except perhaps Bridget Jones, Jude Law, or Barney Stinson.

I    ♥    S U N D A Y S    B E C A U S E :

♥    It's my no-human-contact day.

♥    I wear my pajamas all day.

♥    My homework for the entire week is done, thereby removing some of my constantly nagging stress.

♥    I have time to watch crappy and ridiculous Youtube videos, bad TV-shows, and read F My Life as much as I want.

♥    My dog that comes in to my room to visite me, squeaking a little, as he presses his wet nose into the palm of my hand, and sheds all over me, as he pushes his furry body against my leg to be petted.

♥    I don't even consider wearing make-up, and I just sloppily dump my hair in a bun for the day.

♥    My room is always cold on Sundays; and that suits me well, since I mostly end up cuddling in my woolen sweater, my sweatpants, my fluffy pink slippers, and a scarf that covers my entire head.'

♥    I can always hear my parents having lunch together, though I don't join them, since I have slept in, and Ella Fitzgerald chiming in to the clinks and clunks of their forks on their plates.

♥    My friends call with news and saucy gossip from the weekend, and I politely try to dodge human contact before late in the afternoon, while enjoying giggling Sunday girl talk.

♥    I get to read the paper, especially the culture section, or MS Berlingske.

♥    I always end up scavenging what tiny bit of chocolate I can find.

♥    My mother comes padding in with my laundry at half-hour intervals, perhaps smiling at me, though without saying anything, both of us completely content with this silent ritual, and the passing smell of clean clothes socks and T-shirts.

♥    I eventually force myself out the door late in the afternoon, for the first time of the day, to go work out at my gym, where, after some self-coaching, deliberating, procrastinating and hesitating, I end up feeling great.

♥    I come home, hopefully to a steaming hot meal, perhaps watch a movie, and fall asleep as soon as I hit my bed.

Ella Fitzgerald Let's Do It (Let's Fall In Love)

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.