I Am Roseberry: About Doing It All At Once

So. Hi.

Hey! I got my hair cut today. It's a little shorter, a little softer, and a lot lighter. You like?

Sorry. First things first: I've really been missing-in-action lately, huh? Just arrived home from France the other day, after being in Alsace-Lorraine for a week. It's been a month since I wrote anything here, and I'm ashamed to say that I nearly forgot that I even owned a blog. Yikes. Guess I haven't had as much time as I would have liked.

So what's been going on? Well... To me, it feels like everything's been going on all at once. A whirlwind of concerts with choir, overload of homework, going to the States for a funeral, coming back to two intense weeks with concerts every single day, continuing onto a stressing AT-project on World War 1 in school, arranging and participating in a flash-mob at CBS, going to France on an exchange trip with my class, and now, FINALLY, it's fall vacation!

So yeah. In short: I've been busy.

Now, I'm so glad to be off school, off choir, and back in my own country. Even though Copenhagen is a little cold, dark and gloomy, it's kind of great being back. And back to normal in several ways.

Up until now, I've spent my vacation working (I've had my job at Café Norden in inner Copenhagen for a few months now, and am still liking the hustle and bustle of the busy café), writing assignments for school (I'm a bit behind due to the long, tiresome list above, he), and hanging out with friends (seeing my best friends again for the first time in weeks, going out and drinking our favorite beer at our favorite haunts, and watching "Alfie" and coming up with the game "What would you do for Jude Law?" - incidentally, I would not have sex with him, if the only way was for me to be bathed in ketchup at all times during intercourse). So... Not much!

You know, as fun and exhilarating, if a bit stressful, these weeks have been, sometimes I wish there were more than 24 hours in one day. Then I could do all the things I never get around to doing. You know. Things like...

Update my blog
Paint my nails
Play the piano
Learn Spanish
Go to Tivoli for Halloween, eat candied apples and try every single ride
Finish a book by Austen, Dickens or Hemingway
Learn to cook something other than pasta
Read "Bridget Jones' Diary"
Keep a diary
Date (hahahahahahahaahahaha, yeah, that's possible, hahahahaha, it's totally gonna happen before I turn 40)
Go out and drink, party and dance (no wait, I do all three of those even though I don't have time)
Do Christmas-shopping before December 20th
Do homework thoroughly
Go to the movies to see cartoons with my family, like when I was a kid
Become freakishly stylish and well-groomed due to an inflation of cash in my wallet arriving from the cool writing/singing/journalist/fashion-job I don't have
Look into study options and scholarships for studying abroad
Lie down on my sofa and watch "The Avengers" with my little sister
Eat without standing up or walking at the same time
Read Vogue, Marie-Claire or Elle from cover to cover
See all my friends, and divide my time equally and perfectly between all of them
Go ice-skating

And a million other things that I should remember, but I have forgotten, seeing as I'm actually in the middle of writing a music assignment, and shouldn't be daydreaming about candied apples and reading Austen.

But hey. One thing I just remembered is this: Even though I don't really have time to do any of the above, I somehow manage to do some of those things once in a while and manage school, work and choir. Just not all at once.

So, back to the start of this post, I just arrived home from France a couple days ago. And the great thing about that trip was, that you were forced to concentrate on simple things, one at a time. For example, we were staying with French families, and the only thing I would concentrate on in the morning, was how to say "I would like a coffee the size of my head" in polite French. Other times, concentration was focused on other things, such as socializing in French, trying not to piss of the grumpy French natural-science teacher, understand what was special about the specific cathedral we were visiting, or ordering something eatable in actual French from an actual French waiter. In short, a great "petite pause pour moi". And no doing-it-all-at-once - now in French.

P I C T U R E S F R O M S C H O O L E X C H A N G E T R I P T O

M E T Z , F R A N C E

JUST REALIZED THAT MOST OF THESE ARE SILLY. HEHE.