Monday, November 28, 2011

Oddly Addictive Songs.

So. Hi.

I don't really know why; but these are just some of the few songs, that I have become addicted to lately. I apologize for their mainstreamness. But who says that the mainstream can't be a perfectly nice stream to swim in, occasionally? I just lov'em! Inexplicably so.

Thomas Dybdahl Make A Mess Of Yourself

Maroon 5 Moves Like Jagger

Lukas Graham Ordinary Things

LMFAO Sexy And I Know It

Breakbot Baby I'm Yours

Bon Iver Can't Make You Love Me

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Living, Living, Mmmh, Thanksgiving.

So. Hi.

About a month ago, the tree in our yard looked like this:

It now looks like this:

Look at that. Just look! I actually hadn't noticed it. But it's in the air. The windy air, I might add, as it is storming outside.

It's the end of fall. After today, there are only 3 days left of November. It's the first of Advent today, which for many means a preview of their Christmas presents; to me, it means the start of the Christmas season. Winter. Winter already...

Last Thursday was Thanksgiving; the American holiday of the fall. As we don't get an actual Thanksgiving holiday in Denmark, let alone celebrate it at all, my family had some friends over last night instead. In case some of you Danes are wondering, Americans celebrate Thanksgiving to give thanks (shocking, right?) for everything we are grateful for. It's all a bunch of turkey, pies and pleasantly shoving food down your throat until you can hardly breathe. Oh, and then there was something about some Pilgrims and Indians sharing a meal in peace... Nice stuff like that.

The turkey was grand, though slightly smaller than usual. It actually fit in our oven this time! The stuffing, my absolute favorite part, was soft and perfectly spiced. There was both apple pie and pumpkin pie, and tons of food for everyone. So I was happy, of course.

Naturally, something had to go wrong this year as well, as it has on all of our Thanksgiving's. The ghost of the Thanksgiving we made the mistake of grilling the turkey, and it caught on fire, still haunts me. It wasn't quite as dramatic this year, though; we just forgot the cranberry sauce (such an irrelevant but oddly yummie product), and we now have an entire pot of it left over, while we have next to no turkey. Our fridge is completely stuffed with leftovers; to an insane level, actually. And (ohohohohoho) two halves of leftover pies sit temptingly in our kitchen; both the pleasingly crunchy, yet still mouthwateringly soft apple pie, served with vanilla ice-cream, and the hilariously squishy and completely inexplicably delicious pumpkin pie served with sweet whipped cream... Mmmhhh...

Thanksgiving this year also served as a reunion for me and my best girlfriends, Ida and Male. The three of us haven't hung out together in ages, and I thought that meeting under familiar circumstances (what can I say, we like to eat...) would be more than great. Needless to say, with all that yummie food, and excellent company, we ended up feeling stuffed like little pigs, and having a very pleasant evening of piling endless amounts of food on our plate.

Aside from the fact that there is a hurricane level storm raging right outside the window, I'm am writing next to, things are quite peaceful at the moment. Well, I guess things are a little Chrismas-stressful... But hey, it wouldn't be the holiday season without all-overshadowing towering scream-inducing a little stress!

Otherwise, my life goes on, steadily waddling into winter. I'm learning to wear more than one layer under my jacket. Wool everything is the preferred garment of this season for me. I have learnt to appreciate thermoses and hot tea. And the warm cake, that can be bought in the schools little cantine. It's getting harder and harder to wake up in the morning, what with all-consuming blackness outside my window. I also continue to marvel in the fact that it is pitch-black outside at 5pm. I have a newfound joy in Kleenexes. And my family has decorated our house with elves and snowglobes and nutcrackers and paper figures of Santa and his reindeer.

Ah, winter. It's not so bad after all, is it? It just makes me want to curl up in a blanket with a cup of hot tea and a book, listen to some Ella Fitzgerald and listen to the wind howl outside, while I eat a slice of pumpkin pie.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

 M Y    K I T C H E N ,    A F T E R    I T    W A S    R A P E D    B Y 

 ♥    T H A N K S G I V I N G    


Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Might As Well...

So. Hi.

Van Halen Jump

Just working on my English paper. You know. Chillin', with some motivation from my main man, Van Halen. Gotta love the hair. And the outfits. And the splits... Hahaha.

If you are, like me, working on some sort of paper, or any kind of homework, that is due tommorrow, you are probably torn between the compulsion to do two things:

  • Someday finishing school with a grade that isn't sub-zero, and therefore finishing your homework.
  • Postponing your work as long as possible, and by all means possible.

And though we all know that procrastination doesn't exactly kickstart your working progress, it's just impossible to avoid some amout of procrastination. And I'll admit, I'm quite bad at resisting the temptations myself.

But, oh hell. Just take a break for a while. I personally took the time to delete all my unimportant e-mails (this took about 5 minutes of clicking), stalking random people on Facebook whom I don't even know (I never finished) plus listening to my father debate whether he'd rather like his ringtone to be the song above or "Waka Waka" by Shakira (I fled quickly).

I know that procrastination doesn't help anything... But when I just sit and sit and sit, and read and read and read, and write and write and write, my brain just melts. So I figure that, if Van Halen might as well jump, I might as well take some time off to procrastinate, and then get some kick-ass work done afterwards.

So. Half an hour of slacking. Half an hour of work.

Oh, wait... Fuck... That was my half hour. Back to work. Sigh.

I'm tired already. Here's a picture of a baby panda. Have a good night.

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Keeping Warm In Cold Country.

So. Hi.

Oh No Ono Keeping Warm In Cold Country

Adding a few things to my personal list:

♥ Realising that your class has been cancelled, so you can sleep in ♥ Bringing a thermos to school, filled to the brim with hot tea ♥ Looking down Strøget in inner Copenhagen, and seeing all the Christmas lights you didn't know were there ♥ Slipping into the softest sweater you own ♥ Getting a call from your best friend in the middle of the night, wanting to gossip and girl-talk ♥ Listening to Billie Holiday in your room, and sitting with your woollen-socked feet on your heater ♥ That moment when you watch a movie, and you sit and scream and dig your nails into your friend's arm, because it's so scary, but you still can't look away, but it's kind of cozy in a funny, scary way ♥ Waking up in the morning two hours before you have to get up, and rolling over to sleep some more ♥ Seeing your breath like ice cold fog in the air in front of you ♥ Drinking a perfect latte with the exact right amount of foamy milk on top ♥ Realising that you have a class party on Friday ♥ Finding clothes you thought you had lost ♥ Unexpected friends asking if you want to hang out ♥ Sitting around at home in your sweatpants, cushiony sweaters and woollen socks ♥ Realising that it's Christmas Eve in 1 month and 2 days ♥


Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Calling Dr. Jones...

So. Hi.

There's only one explanation for why there's a stethoscope lying on my desk. Why I found a bright red garter lying in my bag. Why I got a text from a boy, on who's arm I'd written my number on last night. Or why the pen I used to do so was shaped like a needle. There's only one reason for me to have a slutty lab coat dress and a nurses cap lying in my closet. Or that my black high-heeled pumps are all grimy with dirt, along with my knee-high white socks with a little red ribbon on, which are currently being washed. There's only one reason I've been looking at doctors, dressed in lab coats with nametags reading "Dr. Pussy" and "Amateur Gynecologist", and red-lipped nurses wearing hardly anything. There's only one reason that the only pictures lining up on my Facebook page, are of guys and girls drooling all over eachother. There's only one reason, that every girl and boy I've talked to, wants to know who hooked up with who last night, and when, and for how long, and with how many other people, and with how much clothing on.

There's one reason, and one reason only. And that reason, my friends, is the infamous Doctor's Party at Aurehøj.

Aqua Dr. Jones

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.