New Year // A Toast.

So. Hi.

Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

I can't believe it's New Year's Eve. Tonight. Almost 2012. Which naturally means that the world will end this year. Naturally. Just like in the movie. Because we believe that. Yes, people are that easy to manipulate and convince.

Of course I don't believe it. But for the sake of pensive thought:

What if the world did end this year? What would we have to look back at? What would I have?

This year has, for me, been all about change. This time last year, I was... different. I know we all say that; it's all very well to feel that "you've like totally changed, and you're like totally in much better place right now, and you've evolved so much both mentally and emotionally"... Anyone can say that. I know that all too well. But I'm sure that many of the young people, that have started at their respective gymnasiums, high-schools, sports schools, carpenter schools, hairdresser training, photography schools, dog-walker schools or whatever you've started this year, will feel the same way. 2011 has been an eventful year for us.

In 2011, I chose Aurehøj, and I got in. In 2011, I prepared endlessly for all my exams, and I passed them without incident, thank God. In 2011, I have kissed both total strangers and my closest loved ones. In 2011, about a year ago for that matter, I got into DR's Girls Choir, and have eventually become one of those girls. In 2011, I have baked cup-cakes, and successfully cooked dinner for the first time. In 2011, I have said goodbye to many friends, and have gained a lot of new ones... mindboggling in numbers and faces, but all of them wonderful. In 2011, I have lost my footing several times; and I'd be hard-pressed to say that I have regained it every time. In 2011, I have seen the last Harry Potter movie and sobbed heartfully in the movie theatre, though I never cry in movies. In 2011, I have learnt to cry in movies. In 2011, I have been to many concerts; experiences of light and color and sound and laughter and music all molded into one, and so many of these experiences, that it's becoming hard to tell them apart. In 2011, I have done things that I regret; embarrassing and awkward things, unkind and mean things, things that I may never be able to take back. In 2011, I have tried to make up for my mistakes. In 2011, I have not doubted love; I have lost all belief in love; and I have begun to feel the budding hope of love again. In 2011, I have laughed... and, unignorably, I have cried. In 2011, I have discovered How I Met Your Mother, Damn You Autocorrect and FMyLife. In 2011, I have tried to be funny and outgoing; succeeding on the most part. In 2011, I have faltered when I was alone. In 2011, I have taken a tequila shot from a naked boy on a table; I have been driven home at 9pm from a warm-up party (while dressed up as a superhero); and I have found stethoscopes and red garters in my room after the infamous Doctor's Party. In 2011, I have spent every day with my best friends; and I have spent every day apart from them. In 2011, I have learnt many things... though I seem to have forgotten most of them. In 2011, I have gotten to know myself better, and yet, I have no idea who I am. In 2011, I have changed; though to what extent, I'm not sure.

In 2011, I have grown. It's been one year since New Year's Eve 2010. That's 12 months. That's 52 weeks plus one day. That's 365 days. That's 8760 hours. That's 525 600 minutes. That's 31536000 seconds. That's our lives.

Here's to another 31536000 seconds.

Now... If that little speach didn't make you hurl... I'd like to propose a toast. To New Year's Eve; where you hopefully won't spend your evening in the toilet either.

I hope that your New Year will be brought in with style; with glitter, with fireworks that say kaboom, with friends and family, or anyone that can shout out "Happy New Year!" with you. Go kiss some strangers at the stroke of midnight. Drink some champagne that you can't possibly afford. Look fabulous in your glittering dress and your high-heeled pumps; never mind the pain and pressure, you can deal with that tomorrow. Stay up until midnight, to 2am, and to 7am, and stagger drunkenly into bed when you are finally done. Be pretty, no, beautiful, and wonderful, and funny, and witty. Forget the failures of 2011 for one night; there weren't any. There is just the golden memory of the past, and the glittering promise of the future.

So raise your glass. Here's to change and memories of the past. To old and new friends. To losing your footing. To getting back up. To being young, alive and kicking. And to growing up.

Cheers, guys. And Happy New Year.

H A P P Y     N E W     Y E A R !

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Dressed For The New Year?

So. Hi.

I know that Christmas wishes and good cheer are overdue, and therefore, in order. I hope that you enjoyed your Christmas Eve, and that you have received many wonderful presents. More on that later; for my focus is elsewhere. With New Year's Eve looming over me, I'm hardly thinking about tinsel and holly.

Oh, the stress and joy of New Year's Eve! There are New Year's resolutions flying all around. I have none. Party invitations are being flung across the vast spaces of the internet. I have several, but no idea as to exactly what I'll be attending. Girls around the world are panicking about what they are going to wear. But I'm not one of them; not anymore. For I have found my New Year's outfit! And bought it, I might add. It's now hanging in my wardrobe, ready to be worn. And oh, will I look good. Sorry. But I'm just sayin'...

 

MICHAEL Michael Kors Black satin peep-toe shoes, found in Litoral

Rosemunde Black silk and sequined dress, found in SOHO

Line & Jo Miss Ewell star-earring, found in Line & Jo

Line & Jo Miss Ellenberger long feather-earring, found in Line & Jo

Oh, and don't worry. It looks even more fabulous when I put it all on. And a lot different too. For example, the dress drapes completely differently on me. Better. It looks all weird and frumpy on the picture in comparison. Ha!

But, all fun aside, I'm actually very happy with my outfit. Have you managed to find yours yet? And where did you look? If you don't have one: don't panic. You still have a whole day.

I can't wait for tomorrow. I'm having dinner with my parents and some friends, and then I'm heading to a party with some people from Aurehøj. It's going to be great. At least I hope so.

Get ready to pop some champagne people!

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

I Just Can't Beliebe It.

So. Hi.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph. And God. And throw in Santa Clause for good measure. What have Christmas songs come to?!

I finally managed to locate the Danish interpretations of all-around favorite Christmas songs, which I have been looking for since November. It's called Fra Danske Hjerter, and it's actually.... Quite bearable. Even interesting. And I might have to club you over the head, if you don't listen to at least a couple tracks. What could be worth your while, are "Last Christmas!" by The Kissaway Trail, and "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Figurines.

Now. To something else. While I didn't even vomit while listening to the tracks mentioned above (round of applause for this spectacular feat), Christmas music has always been toxic in its own overly sweet, corny, uninteresting, slightly disturbing and uninventive way.

So I ask you:

Would you willfully listen to the autotuned, high-pitched voice of Justin Bieber, while watching Mariah Carey wriggling in an insanely inappropriate elf-costume...

O P T I O N    O N E :

Mariah Carey feat. Justin Bieber All I Want For Christmas Is You

Mariah Carey + Justin Bieber + Christmas sleigh

= SCARY AND WRONG!

.... Or would you rather actually enjoy the music, and listen to a new Danish version of the same thing, that litterally sounds good ?

O P T I O N    T W O :

Figurines All I Want For Christmas Is You (Cover)

Figurines + Christmas music + cosy studio and woolen sweaters
= PERFECTLY BEARABLE!

... Or just say fuck it all, and go Hansi?

O P T I O N     T H R E E :

Hansi Hinterseer Jingle Bells

Hansi Hinterseer + scary red turtleneck sweater + reindeer
= PUKE-INDUCING AND GERMAN!

Take your pick. And excuse me, while I go vomit.

Oh, who am I kidding. I love Christmas music. Hansi, Wham!, Mariah Carey, and even Justin Bieber; as soon as they're dressed up in jingle bells and sleighs and reindeer and snow, I'm hooked! It's my guilty pleasure.

C H R I S T M A S     C O U N T D O W N :

5 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS EVE

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

%!="#/&/??!""&?(#¤=! (Sorry ♥)

So. Hi.

I'm so sorry for the long silence, guys. Christmas has always been my busiest season; at least since I joined the choir. Let's just say that December definitely is the month with the most socially squished calendar this year. This has resulting in me being... Well... A grinch. A real Scrooge. Or just plain old cranky. Oh well. Sorry everyone! You just can't be happy all the time.

But all my stress ends this Thursday, where I am officially done with both school and choir. Then I'll be able to stuff myself with Christmas food, run around frantically after Christmas gifts (I haven't bought any yet...) and turn my brain off completely.

At least until January. Sigh.

But come Thursday, I have chai-tea, Coldplay's new CD, Christmas elves and wonderful friends to help me through December.

C H E E R S    M E    U P :

♥ GIRLS ♥

♥ COLDPLAY ♥

Coldplay Hurts Like Heaven

♥ LISTS ♥

D I D    Y O U    K N O W    T H A T . . . :

• The elephant is the only animal with four knees.
• We, as humans, forget over 90% of our dreams.
• Every time we remember something, we recreate the memory from scratch; this means that our memory is never the same each time we remember it.
• Approximately two-thirds of people tip their head to the right when they kiss.
• Coffee drinkers have more sex than non-coffee drinkers. They also enjoy it more.
• In ancient Rome, when a man testified in court, he would swear on his testicles.
• The humming bird is the only bird, that can fly backwards.
• In the US, Americans eat about 18 acres of pizza a day.
• Your foot is the same length as your forearm.
• If you plug your nose, and keep your mouth shut, it is impossible to hum.
• In Victorian times, prostitutes wore pubic wigs.
• The longest flight of a chicken is about 13 seconds.
• On average, a woman’s heart beats faster than a man’s.
• Kissing is healthier than shaking hands.
• The tradition of brides carrying a bouquet of flowers down the aisle, started with brides trying to hide their body odor.
• Dalmatians are born without spots.
• Horses can’t vomit, and pigs can’t look up in the sky.

♥ CHRISTMAS ♥

 

C H R I S T M A S     C O U N T D O W N :

10 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS EVE

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry

December ♥

So. Hi.

Hey. It's December... Yeah, it's winter now. Officially. Christmas, actually.

Say what?!



Wham! Last Christmas

Maybe I'm just feeling overly elfish. Maybe it's all the Christmas lights lined up in Copenhagen that are getting to me. Maybe it was the feeling of walking under big, shining, red, bobbly hearts on Strøget today, seeing the twinkle of Christmas lights surrounding the winter-wonderland vs. sickly-elves-wearing-designer-clothes displays of the stores. Maybe it's the fact that I spent the afternoon practising with my class for the MGP-party at Aurehøj tomorrow; singing like a child and laughing like one as well, thinking of glitter, of glam and of drunkenly falling off the stage, while singing about geeks and pretty boys from the 3rd year. Maybe it's because I spent the remainder of my day on a special December treat: being lathered up in shampoo and well-scented conditioner at SuKa, with my favorite hairdresser, where we chatted about Roskilde, about the Christmas holidays and about lying on a sunbed drinking egg-nogg on the 24th of December, in the sweltering heat of Arizona (while he practically had to crawl around on the floor, as he was cutting my slightly long hair). Maybe it's because Radio Soft was playing "Last Christmas", as my newly drivers licence'd friend gave me a lift in to town. Maybe it's because it looks like Santa's workshop exploded in my house, due to my family running wild with the decorations, and I for inexplicable reasons have a Nutcracker standing on my desk. Maybe it's becase I only have to be in school for two hours tomorrow (not counting the many hours I will have to spend on my science paper beforehand).

Maybe it's because the Christmas mood has finally lodged itself in my system. Or maybe it's just because it's the first of December today. But it just might be that my cold and stressed teenage heart is slowly warming its frozen limbs to the Christmas spirit.

But OH MY GOD! It's the first of December! HOLY... (on the off-chance that Santa and and that Jesus-kid are listening)... FUDGE!

C H R I S T M A S     C O U N T D O W N :

23 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS EVE

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.