Merry Christmas!

Hello people from around the world! Here’s a late “Merry Christmas” and a “Glædelig Jul” from me (and Sidsel, I think). The Christmas days are pretty filled up because I hold Christmas four days in a row. Today is the last day I have to celebrate it and I really don’t think I’ll be able to eat more food before New Year’s Eve. Uff… Anyway I think I’ll talk a little about my last day at school. Every year at my school the teachers make a play. It’s (most of time) based on the traditional story about Jesus’ birth and the shining star but our teachers always make a twist or two. This year was no exception. It has been ages since I've laughed so hard, though I’ll never get the fact that my biology-teacher stood in underpants on stage out of my head. He was playing God with a very nice, fake, white beard. My former English-teacher played a confused Joseph (with a sword) and my former Latin-teacher played a very happy Mary. Either way the play was freaking brilliant, in my opinion, and when my Latin-teacher had given birth to one of the pretty teachers at the school, they all danced. No surprise, they danced “Gangam Style”. It was… epic. Very entertaining, and I think this truly shows how awesome my school and its teachers really are. Therefore I couldn't have wished for a better ending of 2012 - though I wouldn't mind of all my assignments disappeared. Anyway that’s it for now! I better be going to my grandfather’s place. Merry Christmas, feliz navidad, fröhliche Weihnachten and glædelig jul! 

I'm a mess sometimes

This week, it's going to be a rather personal and emotional blog, but I have some stuff I need to get out, and I feel like this might be the best place to ramble about my life, and what's going on, so forgive me...

Last Saturday, the eighth of December I walked into Billund Airport, where I was going to meet the guy I've called my boyfriend for over three months, at this point I'd never actually met him in real life before, so of course I was nervous, almost shaking, and when I couldn't find him at the airport I first thought that he hadn't come. When I heard my name being pronounced with a lovely Nothern Irish accent, I turned around and ran into his arms, Chris later asked how I felt in that moment, and my honest answer is, I felt like never letting go, even though we were standing in the middle of a crowded airport, I'd have like to stay that way, but we had to go home at some point.
It felt like the longest car-ride I've ever been on, when we finally were home, Chris and I spend half an hour before dinner just hugging, it was the strangest feeling, meeting someone for the first time and yet feeling like you belong in their arms.
Chris and I had a very nice week, we had fun, and Chris got on well with my family and friends...
Then at some point it was Saturday again, and Chris had to go home again, unlike the trip in the car from the airport, this trip seemed way too short, I'd never imagined that saying goodbye would be so difficult. When Chris told me for the third time that he had to go, gave me one last kiss and then walked of into the security area, I felt the tears coming, and when I realised he wasn't coming back, I started crying. I think maybe I didn't realise till the moment where I saw him leave, exactly how much he means to me. While Chris travelled all Saturday I was alone in my room, all cuddled up with my blanket, because I discovered that it smelled like him (it still does).

You don't miss a good thing till it's gone, isn't that what they always say?

So yeah, I miss him, but I'm going to Northern Ireland in February, so I'll probably be okay, sometime...

Stuff about Denmark

Okay I better write this blog in time. I’ve had so much stuff to do and yet so little. Anyway I think this week’s blog will be dedicated to the awesomeness of Denmark.  (Yes, that’s all I could come on with). When I tell people from the other parts of the world that I’m a Dane they often mention Legoland as an example to what they know about my country. It might not be a surprise for you, my dear reader, that LEGO (the bricks and everything else!) was invented by a Danish carpenter back in 1950’s and now is a worldwide phenomenon. And yes, I’m pretty proud of that because the LEGO bricks are really epic, and to sound like a cliché, it’s timeless.

Hans Christian Andersen

Okay, what else. Yes, there’ll be our most famous writer of all times Hans Christian Andersen, also known as H.C. Andersen. I think I’ll say “shame on you” if you haven’t heard of him. I’ll just mention a few of his stories. There’re “The Little Mermaid”, “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, “The Nightingale” and “The Snow Queen”, just to name a few. And of course my personally favourite, “The Ugly Duckling”. So if you’re a fan of fairytales, and not always want a happy ending, I recommend him.

The next thing I’ll mention might sound a bit silly, but I actually think it’s a great little fact. Denmark has the oldest flag in the entire world, and we call it “Dannebrog”. Once the Danes were in battle, probably against the Swedes I can’t remember, and we were almost losing. (Sources are telling me it happened in Estonia). Then suddenly, from the sky, “Dannebrog” came. The Danes gained new hope and won the battle. It’s actually a bit annoying that I can’t remember the details, but let’s just say that my History teacher wasn’t that great back in primary school.  

Besides everything I’ve mentioned I think I’ll just quick say: Food. We’re good at cooking, brilliant I might say, and we love it. We might not be as fat (sorry!) as the Americans but we sure know how to make good, tasty, unhealthy food. But I think that’s it. I have to get some sleep. Cheers! 

just a quick update

It's going to be a really short one this week, I'm a bit busy at the moment. I've been doing assignments for the next two weeks, because there's going to be a Northern Irish guy living in my house, Sofie and I are picking him up at the airport tomorrow afternoon...
Else from writing assignments, I've been watching Adventure Time, which I consider myself a fan of, after having seen every episode, and started doing fan-art, oh well, the fangirl has been let loose yet again.

I'm really sorry for this being so short, but I need sleep and stuff...

Christmas Time

Yesterday it was the first of December. To be honest I’ve been counting down until that day for weeks now and I was really excited when it finally arrived. Sadly I was sick yesterday, I still am by the way, and I was being dragged around in a town named Tønder near Germany. We saw heaps of Christmas stuff, fake Santa Clauses and it was cold, so it really felt like Christmas was near. Anyway that was actually something random, what I really wanted to talk about is the Danish Christmas. Nothing beats a good, old, Danish Christmas - Danes know how to cook, how to “hygge” (look that work up if you want to understand) and we know how to make a cheerful atmosphere even though you get a dictionary from grandmother.  Therefore I’ll start talking about one of the things I love the most about Christmas: The Danish TV-Calendar. Every year in Denmark at least two different TV-shows are shown on the television, made for children especially. Of course there’re more, often some for the “elders”, which often are shown later than the others. Anyway this year Danish television has decided to finally show my favourite TV-Calendar show of all time: Christmas in Valhalla (in Danish Jul I Valhal). A TV-Calendar is of course like a normal calendar, it has 24 episodes, each around 30 mins, and it’s shown every night until Christmas Eve where the epic ending finally comes. Christmas in Valhalla is about the Nordic Gods for example Thor, Loki, Odin, Heimdall, Sif, Tyr and so on. Yes, you might recognize some of the names from the films Thor and The Avengers. The story is not only about the Gods having trouble with Loki, but they need help from the main characters, two ordinary children who really dislike each other because they’re very different. Oh and did I forget to add that they sing also? (Here’s Loki’s epic song, in Danish of course… The subs are Norwegian).  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU_FmphZ4xA (I couldn't get it here as a video, I'm sorry).

Risengrød

Okay, enough about that, the next thing is our food! Lots of people put on weight during Christmas and we Danes sure do too! We eat gingerbread biscuits, risalamande, duck, turkey, havergrynskugler and candy and lots and lots of other great stuff. Again look up the words if you want to know what it looks like. Here’s a picture of our ride pudding by the way. (No I haven’t had it yet, so I had to steal a picture from Google).

But there’s something I love way beyond and more than those things I just told you about, dear reader. I actually mentioned the word quickly and I’ll now do it again: “Hygge”. This word can’t be translated into English even though my old English teacher used to say it meant “cozy” I refuse to believe that’s a proper translation. “Hygge” can describe everything - a person, animals, rooms, atmospheres and stuff. Everything can be described with this word and Danes know exactly how to make any situation, like Christmas, “hyggelig”. Yes it’s a big Christmas cliché but the best thing about Christmas is to be together with your family, I do believe that, and I’m that lucky that I celebrate Christmas four days in a row - and that’s all for now!   

Childhood

First of all, I'm really sorry for being late, but I've been busy, and somewhat tired. It's been a busy week in the life of Sid, I had assignments to take care of, and then I had 25 people over for a party on Saturday, my classmates are lovely, but what a mess they can make.

Oh well, it is the last week of November now, Sille made sure I knew that, because that is apparently very important, but I don't want to talk about Christmas just yet, instead I want to talk about childhood (I sound like an old person sometimes, I'm sorry).

I started thinking about childhood memories because someone mentioned a smell, and I realised that there's a lot of things that reminds me of my childhood. The smell of dandelions makes me think about summers in my childhood, where we played with dandelions in the garden, I tiny rings you could make on fabric if you poked someone with the stalk, the tiny rings that just never came of your clothes again.
When I think summer I also think the taste of redcurrant, rhubarb, gooseberries and peas. I think dust in the hair after playing in the stable all day or in the loft of the barn. I can't think summer without thinking "cakes" made from sand and water. I think chasing chicken and pretending to be a ninja, spy or Jedi.

The Springtime for me was painting eggs for Easter, even though we never actually celebrated Easter, but we painted eggs and ate chocolate. In the Spring is also when both of my parents' birthdays are, so we always had to be creative and make lovely gifts for their birthdays.

Autumn in my childhood was rain, the smell of rain, wet hair and boots, jumping around in puddles of water (this is not only a childhood thing I still do this, it's quite amusing). Autumn was drinking hot chocolate while watching the rain outside my window, right after a long warm shower. Autumn was always my favourite time of the year, even though I often got colds around that time, but it's the time for staying inside and do nothing.

Winter has always been a time for food and gifts, because of Christmas yes, but also because of my birthday in February. I remember being so much snow one winter that me parents didn't go to work, and I was home from kindergarten, we had snowball fights, and my older brother threw my younger brother into a giant pile of snow, and he got so angry he didn't talk to us all day. Winter is the time for cold noses and wet clothes thrown in the hall, so the entire house starts smelling like snow, mixed with the smell of Christmas cookies coming from kitchen.

My childhood is a bunch of smells, tastes and feelings.

Stuff Sille doesn't understand about guys

As a girl, guys can be rather big mysteries though they might not be aware of it. It’s often said that girls are difficult to understand but in my opinion guys are just as complicated therefore I’ll share my top 3 list called “Things I don’t get when it comes to guys” - it’s a rather long name but I think it covers my point. Anyway let’s start with number 3: Hands in the pants. I’m not sure if all guys put their hands in their pants but my classmates do, especially during PE. I always thought it was pretty weird but maybe they froze I honestly don’t know or maybe “it” froze, who knows. Luckily I haven’t seen my new classmates do this but that’s because they’re too busy fooling around and comparing muscles… All righty let’s take number 2: The ability to eat/drink fast. I’ve always found it rather fascinating and annoying that guys are incredibly fast at eating and drinking. For example my brother can drain his glass of milk in 5 seconds without taking a single breath. It’s impressive, yes, but it also irritates me that I and lots of other girls can’t do that. Maybe it’s an ability only guys have I don’t know and I don’t get why they do it either. To look smart? Hmm anyway let’s take number 1: Women as objects. This point really frustrates me a lot mainly because I got guy-friends who think girls are objects and just a “thing” you can score and then throw out afterwards. I’m thinking, why? Lots of guys know that girls don’t want to be treated that way but still they speak about it in public forums. I, once again, have an example - a couple of weeks I sat next to some of my classmates, guys of course, and they were talking about girls. One of them said: “I was in Spain and there was this girl, she had greatest boobs I’ve ever seen! Gosh she was hot! My friend couldn’t keep his eyes of them!” Apparently this friend was so focused on the Spanish girl’s boobs that she had to repeat things she was saying before he could listen and look her in the eyes. I don’t think I’d ever want to speak with someone who is more interested in the way I look in what I’m saying, meaning my personality. And I’ll never understand why guys even like boobs. I’ve actually asked them, and they just say: “Well they’re nice.” Sure but our personalities are nice too! Anyway I think that’s it, I don’t think I’ll come any closer to an answer to these questions anyway. Therefore the conclusion is: guys are as weird and difficult to understand as girls. They just like cars more than girls do… 

Wake up - a story, or something like that

It happens quite often that I get ideas for stories (I think I mentioned this before) but the time I actually wrote a bit down aswell, anywho, here goes:
"Aly..? What is it..?"
Johnathan squeezed her hand, but she didn't respond. She'd seen him again, the man in the white coat. He looked so out of place, he didn't belong here. But that wasn't what confused her the most, it was the fact that he seemed as if he was looking at her.
She heard Johnathan's voice again, but she didn't want to stop looking at the man in the white coat. What was he doing here? She knew she'd seen that face before, but where? She felt Johnathan squeezing her hand again, she turned her head and mumbled:
"Nothing..."
She could see he didn't believe her, he was probably right to doubt her, she was worried, she was sure something was up, something seemed out of balance.
It started about three months ago, that was when she first saw him, the man in the white coat, with his somehow familiar face. He'd just walked past her, but his odd look stood out to her, he dressed like a scientist or a doctor, in the white coat, in his eyes she saw both seriousness and sadness. She'd seen him a couple of times since then, he was always looking at her, but he's disappear if she tried to get to him, he never interacted with his surroundings, he was just there, completely out of place.
But things got weirder every day, Aly was walking home after school when she heard the voice for the first time.
"Wake up"
That was all it said, she'd looked all around her, but there was no-one, she seemed to be all alone, she'd ignored it, it was probably just her imagination, maybe she was going mad.
"Wake up"
She was already awake, why did she need to wake up?
She opened her eyes, but her eyes were already open. She was staring into nothing but whiteness.
"She's awake"
"Finally"
"We have to get her out of here"
"What about the others?"
"They're not our problem..."
Aly turned her head, to see to men, both in white coats, then she realised, one of them was the man in the white coat, how could he be here? What exactly was going on? A lot of questions popped up in her head, but the only one that came out of her mouth was:
"Wh-where?"
The men looked at her, as if surprised that she could talk.

It all seemed like the weirdest dream she'd ever had, but it all felt so real.

I hope that was somewhat understandable, I might write more sometime, who knows?

Another "normal" weekend - Sille's life

Lucius Malfoy - dat hair

This week I’ve decided to write about what I did in my weekend though it might sound very boring I really hope you don’t mind reading it anyway. At least I thought it was a pretty good one. All right, here we go: After several weeks of “thinking” my uncle finally decided to hold my 8-year-old cousin’s birthday this Saturday and I haven’t been at their place since last year so of course I wanted to go. But I had one problem: a few days before I’d been invited to a Halloween partay-thingy at one of friends/classmates’ place. Obviously I wanted to go there too so I made the deal with my mom that I could stay at my cousin’s place a few hours and then go. The only thing I have to say about that birthday party is that I ate a (cookie) finger with red nail painting! Anyway to the more “exciting” part. At my friend’s place I’d promised that I’d dress up as Lucius Malfoy and so I did. The wig(s) didn’t really fit that well and they were also a bit too curly and we all know that Lucius’ hair are long, straight and reaaally girly. However I put them on included a white smart casual shirt and a Slytherin tie. Sadly (cough, luckily) no pictures were taken but you can still admire this picture of Lucius. This means that I spent several hours burning under lots of false hair while flirting with “Remus” and making “Lily” jealous. Indeed I have weird friends and I’m not sure if I’ll ever forgive them for forcing me to watch scary movies with them. After a nice comedy movie named “Zombieland” we had to continue with something really scary. Let’s just say we saw, besides “Zombieland”, two scary movies with The Devil and a possessed girl and Harry Potter. Plus we ate lots and lots of cake, chips and nachos. Day well spent! Anyway the following morning we continued watching movies though we only saw one with David Tennant in it - it was kind of creepy because he wanted to rape the main character who was a boy. But it didn’t matter because we still had cake left and the guy-liner really suited him. Oh and tonight I went to see the new James Bond movie “Skyfall”. Well I think the film was pretty good I especially loved Bond’s reaction to the bad guy’s comment which was something like: One time has to be the first. (Yes, it is meant to be misunderstood). I suppose that’s it. I hope it wasn’t too non-interesting. Over and out!    

The love between siblings

Woah Sid get's personal again!

I spent my Friday evening at my sister's place, because it was her birthday (well technically her birthday was Saturday, but she had other guests then...) Anywho, spending an evening with all three of my siblings got me thinking of "the love between siblings", mostly because both my older siblings moved out before I turned 10, my older brother did move in again after while, but not for very long at a time.
People often say that the love between a mother and child is the strongest, but I think in some cases the love between siblings can be stronger, and more complicated. Because in the relationship between siblings is not only love, but also envy and hate, not real hate though, it's a different kind of love-hate, this might all sound a bit weird, but most of what goes on inside my head is a bit weird.
But, the person I've had the most fights with in my life is my younger brother, (I once bit him so hard in the shoulder he was blue for two weeks...) but my younger brother is also the person I'm most protective of, I think that if anything bad ever happened to him I would blame myself, even if I had nothing to do with it, because he's always been my responsibility.
It's the same with my older brother I think, he is probably the meanest person I know, he teases me, and because he's know me all my life, he knows all my most ticklish places, and he knows exactly what to say to piss me off. But at the same time he'd never let anyone else hurt me (he also has this thing about wanting to beat all my possible boyfriends up, so I guess, in a way it's good that Chris lives so far away). And even though most of the time he wants to be a strong manly man, he's not afraid of not being that in front of me. And even though my older brother is the meanest of my three siblings, he's the one I'd go to with my problems.
My sister is probably the person who can  me the most, because she knows me so well, she knows just what to say to hurt me, she's the person I hate fighting with the most, but again, on the other hand she's also the best at cheering me up when I'm down.

So, even if the love between a mother and child is the strongest, I think my siblings know me far better than my mother does.

Another little story

I had honestly no idea what to write about today, so I figured you might as well read a short story I wrote during the summer holiday. It's not long, still in process, and faaaar from perfect and it sounds very Danish but oh who cares I just hope you guys will enjoy it anyway! It is called: Seeds of Sorrow

He mostly looks like a wounded soldier by the way he is walking around. The upper part of his body is bare and he has an unbelievable suffering expression glued on his face.

“It hurts like hell!” he moans and softly touches his right shoulder. (Sissy). A huge red mark can be seen there but at this very moment it is covered in yogurt. Dad’s brilliant idea. (Idiotic). The door closes behind him and dad stands still in the kitchen. Mom continues to chop the watermelon. The seeds dance on the table. A distressing is heard behind the closed door but nothing happens. The clock is ticking. (Wimp). The door opens and dad, who is still standing like a statue, finally turns around.

“Did it help?” It is clearly the yogurt-idea he is talking about. The “soldier” walk and expression disappears from his face and a pathetic and crying one appears. (Cry-baby). The glittering tears are running and he is inconsolable.

“Argh, it hurts like FUCK!” he sobs angrily while dad is giving him comforting words which obviously don’t have any effect. The seeds of the watermelon lie on the floor but no one even looks at them. (Fool.)

 “Maybe you’ve been stung by something which you’re allergic to?” Dad suggests and looks a bit hopeful.

“Yes life,” I say. (Twerps). 

I hope you enjoyed this - goodnight! 

The complications of a long-distance relationship - Sid's life

Okay, time for another one of the personal blogs!
I've now been in a long-distance relationship for almost two months, I know that doesn't sound like a long time, but we've spend a lot of time talking, much more than I've ever done with guys who are actually here, near me...

But, like with any other relationship, a long-distance relationship have it's complications.
The first I've encountered is getting hold of each other, because it's very expensive to send text messages or call someone who's in a different country, it is for me at least. This means that I have to go to a place with an internet connection, and wait for Chris to come online. But because we're both nerds, who prefer staying at home, in front of our computers, this is a problem that we rarely have... But it does happen that one of us have to wait several hours for the other one.

Then there is the complication of culture, language and time-differences... Well, with time differences, there's not really a problem for us, because Chris is Northern Irish, and there's only an hour's difference between us.
And I guess the Danish and British cultures aren't that different really that different. The thing that annoys me the most, is that since I'm Scandinavian I grew up with Astrid Lindgren, and Chris had never heard of "Brothers Lionheart" till I told him about it, and that was possibly the movie I watched the most in my childhood, well that and Pippi...
When it comes to language, oh, I've lost count of the times I've been yelled at because of Danish, I remember the time I was yelled at for the way we name animals the best. Chris got very angry when he found out that a hedgehog is named "stickpig", and he yelled at me for 20 minutes, and at the end I was crying and he was yelling louder and louder.

Then there is the thing I've been asked about, the physical part, and I guess, what I have to say about that is: when you're in a long-distance relationship you'll have to rely less on the physical part, and more on understanding each other, you'll have to be able to just talk for hours.

And Chris says: meh...

Being evil means I like you...

I’ve found it very difficult to associate with people from other countries without “hurting” their feelings because I’m a Dane which means I have a special way of saying: “I like you, my friend!” People in Denmark have a pretty dark humor and we use a lot of irony and sarcasm and I’m not even exaggerating. For example if my one of my friends says: “Don’t you think I look absolutely stunning today?” while looking like dog-poop, I’ll say with a lot of irony: “You look soooo beautiful today dear!”

Okay that be a bad example anyway that is how I'd react in any situation like that. I think a better example would be how I talk/speak to my friends. Saying: "I hate you!" to one of your friends/classmates means: "You're a great friend!" or "It's not fair that you're right!" depending on the situation. You still have to keep in mind while saying these things out loud you have to use a special kind of tone in your voice. It is very hard to describe in words but when you're pronouncing this "insult" you need to say it kindly and with a smile in your soul - or something like that. Anyway back to my point! Being mean is very Danish, I suppose, and because of our sarcasm and irony we tend to say something cruel to people we love though we actually mean the opposite. We got a saying: "Den man elsker, tugter man" which means (something like) "You pick on the people you love". Some people tend to be very confused by this "evilness" but don't fear my not-Danish friends - it simply means that I like you, if I say that I hate you. That is sooo not confusing at all...

Markus the time-traveller

This might seem a bit weird to people who doesn't know about "future Markus", I think I mentioned him before, and I thought I might explain it...
I may I was in Berlin with my class, on the last day we were waiting for the bus to come, and we were all a bit tired and bored, so we were sitting outside the stadium. I was sitting with Sofie, and this guy walked past us, and he looked like Markus, not just a little bit - he looked exactly like Markus, when I realised this I showed Sofie, and we sat there, staring at a stranger.
After this we discussed how Markus could've become a time-traveller. Our conclusion was; in the future Markus will get his hand on a time-machine, and because he by then will know that we saw him in Berlin (with a woman who couldn't be any of us) he'll have to go back without us to walk by. We see this as the only possibly conclusion, and we've joked about it for a while, we thought this would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
But then it got weirder, because I saw him again, I saw future Markus again! I was at a concert and this guy walked past me, he looked exactly like Markus - just older, but older than the other future Markus as well.
The whole future Markus is quite weird, and when I get the time I might write some short stories about him, but for now, I'll just give you an update if anything happens!

Story from writing-school

This week I'm the lazy one - I really don't know what to write so I'll just post the story I wrote when I was on a writing-school this summer. It's written for kids in the age 5-11 so that'd explain the simple story with not too difficult words. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Freddie the Frog

Freddie the frog was a green and black-spotted frog, who lived at the little pond in the forest on the top of the hill. Every morning Freddie jumped to the pond to play with his frog-friends, especially Henrik, he liked him the most.

“I’m going to have a little-toad-sister!” Freddie said one day when the sun was shining and the wind was blowing.

“No, is it really true?” Henrik said. “Can I see her?”

Freddie pointed excitedly down into the pond, where a small egg lay.

“Look!” he said. “Isn’t she lovely?”

“But that is an egg!” Henrik said. “Where is your little-toad-sister?”                 

“Inside the egg of course!” Freddie answered.        

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

Freddie jumped into the water and picked up the egg so Henrik could get a better look at it but when he brought the egg closer to Henrik he slipped over a twig and fell. The egg flew out of his hands and it began to roll down the hill. First slowly, then faster and faster.

“Oh no!” Freddie yelled and right away he jumped after the egg. Down the hill, as fast as his frog-legs could carry him, through withered leaves and twigs which hurt. Finally he caught the egg.

“Oh little-toad-sister,” he said, “don’t ever roll away from me again!”

In that moment Freddie heard a loud scream. A huge white stork with a red beak was flying in their direction. Frighten, Freddie began waving his arms and he croaked really loudly: “Go away stork, go away!” The white stork became so confused by the frog’s croaking that it flew away.

“Phew,” Freddie said, “that was close!”

But where was his little-toad-sister? Oh no, he had lost the egg when he had been scaring the stork away! Now the little egg continued to roll down the hill and Freddie saw it pass by the huge oak and he jumped after it. Down the hill, over stones and tree stumps and suddenly a breeze made the egg roll faster. But Freddie jumped futher and higher than ever before and finally he caught the egg.

“Oh little-toad-sister,” he said, “don’t ever roll away from me again!”

In that moment Freddie heard a high noise. A huge red car was driving in their direction. They were standing in the middle of the road! Freddie jumped high up into the air and landed on the muzzle of the red car but at the same time the egg slipped out of his hands and ended up on the other side of the road. Quickly he jumped down again and he almost did not hurt himself.

But where was his little-toad-sister? Oh no, the egg had continued to roll! Down the hill, through the grass and down to the river. Freddie jumped through the grass and he caught the egg seconds before it fell into the river.

“Oh little-toad-sister,” he said, “don’t ever roll away from me again!”

In that moment a hungry, yellow-spotted pike stuck its head out of the water.

“No, no what am I going to do?” Freddie yelled with the egg in his hand. “Now we will be eaten!” Just as the pike was about to eat them a huge heron came.

“Snap!” it said and the heron ate the pike in one mouthful. Freddie stared terrified at the heron but it flew away again because now it was stuffed.

“Phew,” Freddie said, “that was close!” And then he began the jumping-trip back home to the pond on the top of the hill. Careful with the egg in his hands he jumped through the grass, over the road and he avoided all the stabbing twigs. After a long time Freddie reached the top of the hill and he quickly jumped to the pond.

“Freddie,” Henrik yelled, “you came back! Is your little-toad-sister okay?” Freddie was just about to say yes, she was, but then he tripped over a dandelion’s leaf. The egg flew through the air.

“No!” Freddie and Henrik yelled at the same time but neither of them caught it before it hit the ground.

“Splat!” it said, and Freddie’s little-toad-sister was lying still in the grass.  

“Oh no, no!” Freddie sobbed. “What have I done?”

Carefully he picked his little-toad-sister with the long tail. Henrik looked sad.

Suddenly a small voice said: “Finally I’m free from that stupid egg, would you mind putting me into the water?” Surprised, Freddie put down his little-toad-sister into the water and she began to swim right away.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Freddie asked and smiled.

Henrik stared with huge eyes.

“Yes, she’s mighty lovely,” he said.

geekery and stuffz

I've been a bit busy this week so this will be like a super short bloggy-posty-thingy. The time I haven't spent at school, writing assignments or being social at parties, I've spent talking to Chris (the loveliest of all guys).
And in between that I've had a bit of time geeking out, because the new season of Doctor Who started three weeks ago, (going to watch the third episode with Chris tonight, yay!)
And then I had to create an etsy-account because I bought some necklaces for Sille and I, which turned out was a bad idea, because I now know about all the things I need but I just don't have the money, argh!
And today I found this:
http://www.shermansplanet.com/gallifreyan
and I ended up trying to learn Gallifreyan! Which I hope you won't mind if I return to now ^-^

What makes me cry

I’m sure we all have a weak spot where the charisma of hardness disappears and we burst into tears. I sure do and that is what I’m going to write about this week. So let us begin! The very first thing I need to tell you guys about is music. As many other people in the universe music have a huge influence on my mood but some music literally makes me cry especially one particular song comes to my mind: Aerosmith - “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” (from the soundtrack of Armageddon). The reason why I cry when I hear this song is it was played to one of my classmate’s mom’s funeral I went to a couple of years ago. I won’t go into details but all I can is I can’t listen to the song without crying simply because I link it to that sad happening. The movie the song was made to is pretty sad as well and I think it’s worth watching. At least give it a try.

Okay, the next thing which makes me cry is movies especially Disney/Pixar movies. I cried when Stitch was about to die in “Lilo & Stitch”, I cried when Mufasa died in “The Lion King” and yesterday I saw the prologue to “Up“ on Tumblr. If you haven’t seen Disney/Pixar’s “Up” yet I highly recommend it but either way I’ll put a link to the prologue here. This prologue to a wonderful movie is an incredible and amazing love story told in less than five minutes but it’s very tragic and when something is tragic I often cry. Not saying that “Up” isn’t a hilarious movie it is, very much indeed. Squirrel!

The last thing I’ll mention might be a very common thing though I’m not sure. Anyway I find it hard not to cry when other people do. If a friend of mine is crying or simply has blank and somehow shinning eyes I can’t help to get it as well and I start sobbing. Why I do that I don’t have an answer to but it actually annoys me a little bit because sometimes you need to be “the strong friend” and you can’t be that if you can’t handle other people crying. Maybe you can “train” yourself to be less affected by others but I’m a very emotional girl so that will probably never happen.

Well I hope you found this interesting and if I made you cry, for reasons unknown, I apologize though it might have been my intuition - who knows?

Ideas for short stories

I've got some ideas for short stories, and I thought I'd tell you about them, so here goes:

• The first idea is one I've had for quite a while, ever since I saw a guy in Berlin who looked like a future-version of Markus. Basically the idea is that two friends realise their friend has become a time-traveller, and that he's started travelling in time without them, the reader follows the two friends in their search for a time-traveller.
• The second idea is about a zombie with moral-dilemmas, he wants to eat brains, but he knows it's wrong and wants to make his way of living better.
• This short story involves Sille getting lost on the North Pole, then Sofie, Markus and I have to go looking for her.
• The fourth is about a girl who is forgotten by everyone, and has to find a new way of living, she finds out she's not alone and becomes part of a group of chosen forgotten ones.

Lovely Italy

Finally things are starting to settle down again. I feel like my vacation disappeared in no time and here I am - already in school again with a too long math-assignment hanging over my head. Anyway back to the point. Today I’ll write about my personal top 5 great things about Italy. I’ll start at the bottom!

Number 5: The weather - there’s no doubt that the Danish weather contains a lot of rain. And snow for that matter so coming to Italy where the sun is always shinning compared to Denmark is absolutely incredible. Therefore it deserves to be placed in the top 5.

Number 4: The waiters - this is a bit sillier but truth to be told Italian guys are pretty handsome. Dark skin, brown eyes and black hair and perhaps a crooked nose. The best excuse to look at these handsome men is when they’re serving you. In other words the waiters. My mom and I got this “game” where we rate different waiters and compared them to one another. Very amusing and childish at the same time.

Number 3: The nature - once again Denmark fails. We don’t have any mountains, only very very small hills, so driving through Germany and Austria is always overwhelming. Seeing Italy, which got lots of mountains too, is simply so beautiful. And the oceans and seas. Oh woah I envy Italy for its gorgeous nature.

Number 2: The buildings - Many people in Italy are Catholics which means they got a lot of churches. And they certainly do, lots and lots of churches and all of them are beautiful, huge, colourful and memorable. The Italians know how to stun people and seeing six during each summer vacation doesn’t matter. You get a gleam of the past and the country got a really exciting one though I’ll not talk about that right now. Because here comes number one!

Number 1: The food - Yeah this probably doesn't come as a surprise since Italy is well-known for its amazing cooking-skills. It’s one thing to eat pizza at home but eating pizza where it original comes from, see that is amazing. To be honest the best thing about Italy is truly their food and I don’t see why that could sound bad. Give me pizza and pasta and some water without bubbles and I’ll be the happiest tourist in entire Italy that’s for sure.

Now if you don’t mind I’ll finish now, I better finish that math-assignment as fast as possible. 

Monday Morning - Sid's life

So, it's back to school for Sille and I, and I thought it might be time for the blog to return as well, and I thought I'd start by talking about Mondays.
And I am not going to complain about Mondays, because I actually really like them, I see it as if every Monday is a new start, a chance to change your ways, a new week to do with what I want. Of course Mondays can be annoying, it's the first school day after two days of nothing, and you have to get up early on Mondays, which can be hard after snoozing for two days, I (lucky as I am) don't have school before 9:50 every Monday, which I think makes Monday so much better for me.
I don't really have a lot to say today, I have to get back into the blogging-thing, later peepz.

Summer!

I've decided that since both Sille and I will be busy during the summer, the blog won't be updated as regularly as usually, but when we have time, we will return with the usual schedule sometime in August.
Have a nice summer!

Being a fan(girl)

Today’s blog will be about being a fan, especially a fan girl. Sidsel would probably be more classified to write about this subject but I came up with the idea first. (Though she has kinda talked about in one of the first blogs she did). Anyway to the point which will appear after my little story…  Today I designed my mythical shoes and I had decided that there had to some Harry Potter and My Little Pony on them. After almost killing my computer to make it all look good I finished my art work and put it on my shoes. The result is this: 

The reason why I chose to put HP and MLP on my shoes is of course simple - I’m a fan. But being a fan isn’t easy. First of all some people say you need to have done certain things to be a true fan - if it’s Harry Potter you need to have seen all the films and read all the books more than once. Maybe 3 or 100 times, nobody really knows where the line goes.

If it’s My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic some people say you have to know all the characters. For example there’s this grey/yellow pony named Derpy who appears all kind of places in almost all episodes. And if you don’t know that you’re not a fan, at least not a true fan and all of this result in lots of fights between people who actually love the exact same thing. Which in my opinion is completely madness: first of all no one can decide when you can call yourself a fan - only you can do that. Second: it’s ridiculous to hate on other fandoms - you might not like a show about ponies but some people do and you have to respect that as a decent human being. Now, I’m not telling you my dear reader what to do in life but I simply think that’s how things should be.

So where am I going with all this? Well the thing is, it’s not easy to be a fan of any fandom because there’ll always be someone who hates it and someone who tells you you’re not a true fan because you “don’t know everything”. But here’s my point: you shouldn’t care what others say - if you’re a fan of Doctor Who, True Blood, Sherlock, Stargate or any other TV-show/film/book you definitely are a fan. Don’t be ashamed and keep on watching/reading the stuff you like. (I sound like some wise dude. Or maybe it’s just me…)  

Growing up

I did it again, I was late with a blog, sorry.
Anyways here's something about growing up:

We all grow up, eventually. We all start out as infants and we simply can’t stay that way. We might not all grow old, but we do get older.

Children always say: “when I grow up…” children have lots of dreams about growing up. Another thing you often hear is grown-ups saying: “when I was little…” It seems that a lot of things happened when people were “little”, and I’m guessing it isn’t all true. But when is that? When are you little? Little, that must be before you grew up, yes, we can probably agree that children are smaller than us. We all start out as infants, then we turn into children, teenagers, grown-ups, old and at some point we’ll probably die too.

Oh there’s an interesting word “grown-ups” that must be the people who are done “growing up”. But when are you done growing up? Maybe there’s a “magic number”, a line you cross, which is, I guess what growing up is all about; crossing lines.

I often hear people saying that teenagers are hard to raise and understand, and they’re supposed to be so because they’re finding lines to cross, rules to break and they create an identity.

That’s another interesting word for you “identity” that is another thing growing up is good for, finding our identity. We find our identity in different ways; some by getting new friends, some by being angry at the world, and others by “looking into ourselves”. But at some point, we’ll find an identity, we’ll eventually figure out who we are, and what being who we are means.

We will encounter both bad and good as we grow up, some will get bullied, some will start abusing drugs or something completely different, but we will meet the bad sides of life too, and the bad things that happen to us as we grow up might change our personality and identity. Then there’s the good aspects of life too, they will change us too. But I do think that the bad things, in a way, are more important, maybe because we remember them differently, some might realize later in their life that the things that seemed bad to them as you’re growing up might seem stupid or silly later.

One thing is for sure though, we all grow up.

Names which I dislike

Today during work I thought of what this week’s topic should be. There wasn’t much to do so I had plenty of time and suddenly, let’s say out of nowhere, I got an idea; names. In my big head I keep lots of names sorted; names usually with faces attached to them and how I feel about them. For example if I think of the name “Sidsel” I imagine my crazy friend with dark hair, blue eyes and a black humour who for some reason loves me. Also I recall having another classmate with the same name who lives nearby. I really hope you now get the idea of how it works. But some names got faces of people I really don’t like therefore I’ll write about a few of them.

The first name is “Katrine” - the spelling of the name doesn’t matter it can be with a “C” or with “th” it doesn’t really matter the thing is I really dislike this name. Through my short life I’ve known quite a few with this name and every single one of these girls have been unbelievable annoying and cruel. Let me give you an example of how much I dislike this name. A few years ago I held my confirmation and as a tradition you have to give your friends a red rose. Our neighbours have a girl at my age (her name is Katrine of course) and my mum asked me if I would give her a rose. My reply was: “Well I’ll give her a black one if I really have to.” Normally I don’t say such things but this really shows how this name and these people have made me go crazy over the past years.

Now to a name of the opposite gender; that name would be “Adam”. I only know a few guys with this name and let’s just say that one of them was a true jerk - the other one had classes. But the thing with this name is I can’t take it seriously - it’s overused if I may say so. I’ve read lots and lots of stories where the main character is named Adam and a brilliant example will be Adam & Eve from the bible. It has been used so many times that I don’t know what to think about it anymore and that might be a shame. Maybe I’m not really sure either way I’ll never name anything or anybody Adam or Katrine for that matter.

I hope I’ve made my point I’m not really sure it sounds kind of crazy but who cares, if it sounds crazy then my mission is completed. 

Perfect - In Sid's head

It's time for another of my really personal blogs.
I came up with this subject when I was discussing plastic surgery with my mom (not that I wish to have any done, we just came to talk about it.)
Well, what I want to write about is the way we change ourselves to be perfect; I have, as most teenagers, struggled with my looks and talents, to me it seemed I could never be what I wanted.
My problems with myself was mostly caused by the place I grew up, and mainly the school I went to, I was never good at fitting in at my school, I had few friends, I rarely said anything in class, I spend years making myself invisible. But even though I might have been invisible, I never liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror. I was well aware that my looks weren't considered ideal by everyone else, and when people around me never told anything nice, I didn't believe there was anything nice to be said.
A thing I've come to realise, mostly after a change of schools, is that it's more important that I feel okay with myself, than people around me think I'm perfect. I've learned to like what I see, if other people have nothing nice to say about me I won't waste me time on them. I have - (this is going to sound like I'm old or something, whatever) - I have in the past spend a long time trying to build up a friendship that then was ruined because I try to appreciate other people as much as possible, but when other people doesn't do the same, it doesn't work.
I'm not perfect, I never will be, but appreciate whatever I am.

Berlin, amazing Berlin

I too apologize for being late but I had totally forgotten it was my turn to write a blog. But here it is and it will be about our (okay only my part) to Berlin! I didn’t really see Sidsel at all in the 3 days we were in Berlin so she might have to write her own blog about it if she wants to. Okay let’s begin!

It took us 9 hours to get to Berlin - that’s a long time when your friend is high on Red Bull and he never stops talking and isn’t capable of staying still. Anyway we saw all the “must-see”-things in Berlin; The Berlin Wall, Brandenburg Tor, the Stasi prison, the TV-Tower and so on. Oh and my class had a 3 ½ hour guided tour through the city with a guide named Rob (from Manchester). To make it short; Rob was amazing! Enough said.

I witnessed two of my classmates eat 2 huge pizzas at an Italian restaurant and I ended up giving massage to several of the guys later that night. Stupid “S, P or K”-game why didn’t I get any massage? (Okay I did get some in the buss when we drove home so I actually can’t complain). Oh well we had a lot of fun even though it’d have been nice if we could have stayed for longer. We only had one entire day in Berlin since we were sitting in the bus half of Wednesday and Friday. But once again I can’t complain at least we had the trip and it was great! I sure got amazing classmates, no doubt, and of course our last-minute-teacher who I’ve never really met before the trip. Our history-teacher, who original should have been with us, suddenly had something to do so a physics-teacher took his place the day before leaving. This physics-teacher was much to my surprise pretty cool and two of my classmates and I spoke with him for hours while sitting at a restaurant. (My entire class had dinner together with our teachers the last night).

That should definitely be enough about that since it’s not very interesting - but I had a lovely trip and I wanted to share my happiness once again.   

Sid's (and partly Sille's) life

I apologise for being late with this blog, but I thought I'd give you an update on my life (and partly Sille's):
We spend last week working with something called "AT" it's like a school project, were we mix some classes; this time we have English, physics and art-class mixed up, so that's lovely. In our group (which consists of Sille, Markus, Sofie and I) we're mainly working with art, our project-thingy has to be about the renaissance so we've been analysing renaissance art and architecture.
Else from AT I've mostly been concerned with exams, but then it turned out that I have no exams, which I think is lovely, I have one week of school left and then I have a month where we're I'm going to have a few tests.
Else from school I've been trying to get a little sun, but I get sunburned easily so I'm covered in sunscreen. But the heat that have taken Denmark slightly by surprise is a lovely excuse to eat ice-cream and be lazy.
And then about two weeks ago Markus gave me Portal 2, which I finished in less than a week and have been playing over and over again since then.

Oh well, I guess the last thing to say is we're going to Berlin Wednesday-Friday with our school, and I'm really excited about - with insane classmates like mine a school-trip is always fun!

- Sidsel out -

Guys and cars

Compared to Sidsel I actually have an idea for this week’s blog and of course it’s about something which happened in school. Today we had PE as the first subject and even though I’m the worst athlete who has ever lived I was at the gym 20 minutes before the bell rang. For reasons unknown my classmates are always standing outside waiting for the clock to be 8:00. And when I say my classmates I actually mean three guys who really love cars, motorbikes, scooters and so on. Now while standing beside them, and holding hands with one of them because he was freezing (poor thing haha), they began to get more excited about a new moped one of them had bought recently. And suddenly they began making sound effects - especially one of them sounded like a scooter on drugs. It was so hilarious and apparently they couldn’t see it so they just ignored me laughing and continued to talk. Later that day I was chatting with the guys again and some of girls as well while waiting for our teacher to arrive. Suddenly they started to make sound effects again together with lots of fuss while explaining the girls why they shouldn’t buy a specific car because it was oh so expensive. It is absolutely one of the most amusing things to look at, especially when you need a kick to get through a school day which ends at 4:30 pm. To be honest I know nothing about cars, motorbikes or mopeds (or anything with two/four wheels and a motor) so all the talking is completely nonsense but looking at the guys talking about it while “demonstrating” with sound effects and gesticulation is worth it. Who needs a TV? I got friends as well as classmates who got a big compassion when it comes to machines on wheels and they share it with the world at the most entertaining way. So to speak I do admire that they’re even capable of doing so it must take a lot of practice. Well on the other hand guys do spent an awful lot of time playing video games. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have learned to sound like cars after playing Need for Speed and games like that. So thank you guys for making me laugh even though it wasn’t your purpose.

Poetry

I have no idea what to write this week, so have some poetry:

Be someone

All you want is to be someone,
But to do that you need to grow up,
Child,
Do you ever think of,
Everything life will bring you?
Freedom might not be what you think,
Google might not know all the answers,
Help might not come,
Identities might get mixed up,
Joy might be temporary,
Keys might get thrown away,
Love might be hard to find,
Money might not be everything,
Nails might break,
Opinions might meet,
People might be mean,
Questions might not be answered,
Reality might suck,
Stupidity might seem smart,
Truth might be lied about,
U-turns might be necessary,
Vitamins might be healthy,
Worlds might part,
X-mas might only come once a year,
You might not be number one but,
Zero is a number too.

Autumn 

I dance in your rain,
feel it on my skin,
I see your leaves fall,
like brown and orange snowflakes,
I hear your wind calling,
Like a memory of a distant time.

Some think you sad and ugly,
but with wearing rubber boots I walk,
in a world once green,
I have no worries,
even though I have things to do,
in your rain there's only freedom.

With rain and wind you came,
you leave in snow and cold,
are you leaving already?
it seems that you just arrived,
did you tell all that's on your mind?

I miss you now that you're gone,
you left me in the cold arms of winter,
the snow falls slowly,
I wonder why did you leave?
where did you go?
tears fall from my eyes like raindrops...

Watch me

Give me a box of matches,
watch me burn the past,
Give me wings,
watch me fly,
Give me time,
watch me fight my demons,
Give me love,
watch me learn to love you back.

(I don't know what happened to the background here...)

Nonsense about me

Once again it’s my turn to write a blog. I’ve tried my hardest to come up with something and I really couldn’t. Therefore I’ll be a real douchebag and write about a topic I might know a bit of: Myself. Yep it’s going to be about me. Well actually it was more something else that got me thinking about me and who I am. A few days ago I was lying on the grass, in the sun during school, talking with one of friends from my German-class. Okay to be honest, my only friend from German-class but yeah at least I’m not alone. Anyway we were discussing boys, of course, and not doing what we should. We’re not very close at all but all of a suddenly I got to know a lot about her. She told me that she once had had sex with a Hungarian lifeguard at a roller-coaster during the night and they were both really drunk. This girl doesn’t fit in the “type” of friends I normally talk to so I didn’t really know what to say afterwards. So I began wondering of course because only a few days before that conversation one of my other friends had told me that I was “innocent by heart”. First I rejected the statement but after the conversation I think my friend might be right: maybe I’m “innocent” to some extent. Well I mean I’m not “the wild type”. I don’t drink or smoke and it’s no secret that I’ve never been in a relationship, so I haven’t been really close to any boys. And thinking of this, it reminds me of something else. One of my amusing friends, who really love games, movies and all kind of TV-shows, think I’m a very innocent and pure girl who needs protection. This means she doesn’t think I can handle people swearing, having sex, taking drugs etc for example if we’re watching a film where this appears. Usually I laugh when she “protects” me but the truth is I can handle a lot more than some people think. Getting new friends, starting at a new school have changed me in many ways and I feel more confidence than ever and for some reason a bit less innocent. Maybe it’s a part of growing up but hey I’m not trying to sound like a smart-ass-genius I’m only 17. But where am I going which all this? I’m not sure I just make this up as I come along and perhaps it’s a little bit personal *sarcastic cough*. I better stop writing. I hope this was… interesting. Or something.   

I'm not funny...

So, this week I've been sick a lot, and I haven't really felt like writing a lot, but since I've made a promised to write something every second week here goes:
I think I'll write a little about humour, being funny, joking or whatever else you want to call it, we can probably all agree that we define 'funny' as different things, but some people just aren't funny to anyone but themselves, and it's very hard to tell people that they aren't funny. I know some people have had a hard time figuring me out because I have a very dark and very specific form of humour and some people don't think I'm funny, and sometimes they simply don't know that I'm joking, Sille and I have a joke about her not being welcome at my house because she's noisy and eats all our food (the reality is that Sille almost is too shy to talk to my parents and she follows me around and only eats when I force her too) and the other day we joked about this once again and a dear friend of ours named Michelle (the nicest person to ever walk the earth) got really confused and thought I was serious when I told Sille she couldn't come over, and after sitting and looking at us for a while she asked if we were being serious. I guess what I'm trying too say is that I confuse people.
Sometimes people confuse me too (though not often because I am awesome). I guess we should all be able to tell when people think we're funny or if people know we're joking, we could make the world less confusing... But a little confusion might be healthy for us...

Yep, that is all you get, I'm simply to lazy.

Where my happiness comes from

Today I thought long about what I should write for this week’s blog. While thinking I hummed a song or two and then an idea came to my mind: why was I happy? Just to clarify something I hum when I’m happy which means I hum/sing a lot. But why is that? Often I feel like there’s nothing to be happy and satisfied about and I feel like life is trying to kill me on purpose. I do complain a lot about how shitty my life can be but I also think that I can happy for just the smallest and most silly thing. Today a friend of mine asked me why PE was better than yesterday (we play and do the exact same things at PE each time) and I answered: “Because the sun is shining.” The weather, a nice but also annoying thing all people have to deal with, made me happy today.

Now it’s not the weather which decide what mode I’m in. I think that the music I listen to have a huge influence at it as well. I’m one of those people who listen to music when I’m in the shower and yes I do sing along even though I’m the worst singer ever. Depending on the music I listen to in the morning my mood changes. If I listen to Mika I usually turn out to be very silly and very optimistic during school. On the other hand if I put on Alicia Keys or sometimes Dearth Cab for Cutie I can be rather quiet and thoughtful, a rather emo-kid even though it’s difficult. I laugh to easily so I can never be a real emo-kid.

Okay the last thing I want to mention in this weird stream of thoughts I’m having is the most obvious of them all: my friends. No one in the world can make you as happy as your friends. Somehow all my friends manage to smile and make me laugh every day, always. Sometimes it’s enough for me just to see their faces and I’ll suddenly have a huge smile on my lips. Often I get a smile back in return or maybe a hug. Because I’m a big fan of hugs, everyone I know knows that. But my point with this blog is this: it’s the small thing in life which makes me happy - maybe you as well - but it’s also the people around me who makes my life worth living. Thank you, all of you! You don’t need a greater greeting than that, I’ve already wrote a blog about how much I love you guys. So that better be the ending of this blog…

Mich - a story

I really didn't know what to write this week, so I decided that I would give you a peek of a story I'm writing, might seem a bit weird to some - I'm still working on it, well here goes:


"Mich"
Chapter 1 - intro
"Cecilia - leave the cat alone."
Marcus looked over the top of his book and spotted Cecilia chasing their pet cat around the garden. Sophie walked out onto the porch at that moment, she looked angrily at Marcus and said:
"Marcus, you're doing that thing again."
"What thing..?"
"That thing were you forget Cecilia is FIVE!"
"It's a cat... Not a toy!"
"She wasn't hurting it."
They both turned silent when they saw Cecilia standing between them, she had a flower in her hand, she gave it to Sophie who smiled, it wasn't a real smile though, she hadn't truly smiled since their parents told them about the divorce. They all had different ways of handling it - Sophie preferred not to talk about it, Marcus got angry about anything and Cecilia wasn't really old enough to understand what was going on around her. None of them was able to get used to the new house. After a while in silence Marcus got the look on his face he had when he was about to say something annoying:
"Don't you have Simon coming over or something?"
"Just because I've got a boyfriend and you're miserable and lonely, doesn't mean you have to point it out all the time!"
"I'm... I'm not..."
"If you say so... But no, he's not coming over. I've promised mum to help her with the cooking and stuff."
Sophie knew that Marcus hated it when she ended a sentence with "...and stuff." But he didn't point it out this time because he knew Sophie really disliked helping their mother out, for several reasons, but mostly because the two of them didn't get along very well. It wasn't that she blamed their mother for the divorce, they all agreed that it was their father who was to blame, he hadn't cheated or anything, he'd simply not been able to live the family-life they had, he needed to get away. He'd never been a good dad, but they'd loved him anyway, but when he'd told the children that he was moving to Australia they'd gotten a real surprise. Marcus had started yelling at him, and Sophie stormed out the room, none of them had spoken with their father since. It hadn't been easy for them, but they'd kept on a brave face on because of Cecilia, they silently agreed that they couldn't sit around in front of her, when she didn't.
Cecilia was possibly the bravest and most optimistic child in the world, unlike her older siblings - Cecilia was very fond of being outside she loved plants and animals. The older siblings were both book-people. Marcus loved science and the only time he willingly went outside was at night to look at stars, as Sophie put: "you're more nerdy than what's healthy for a fifteen-yearold." He didn't really care what people said about him though, he never had. Sophie on the other hand didn't care about science at all, she loved fiction, anything that could make her forget the real world, the only time she really enjoyed leaving her room was when her boyfriend Simon visited, which he often did.
***
Once again they ate dinner in silence, summer-vacation had just started, they had no plans whatsoever. After buying the new house, there wasn't really a lot of money for things like vacations, besides their mother worked all the time. Cecilia was the only of the children who really wanted to go anyway, that was why they'd bought her the cat, they'd allowed her to name it too, she'd chosen the name "Puppy" but no-one dared telling her how ridiculous it was, not even Marcus.

After dinner Marcus and Sophie did the dishes together, after a while in silence Sophie suddenly said:
"I'm sorry about earlier..."
"Hmm?"
"I don't think you're miserable, or lonely..."
"Hmm..."
"But you shouldn't have yelled at Cecilia, she's just a child..."
"Sophie do we really have to talk about this?"
Sophie was about to say something when once again Cecilia came with a flower, she gave it to Sophie who put it in her hair.
"There's an egg in the garden."
"Cecilia leave the birds alone."
Sophie looked at Marcus and shook her head.
"It's not a bird egg, it's a big egg!"
Cecilia showed with her hands how big the egg was, it was about the size of her head, Marcus was about to say something, but Sophie shut him up by holding up her hand, and said:
"Show us the egg."
And as asked Cecilia showed them the egg, and it really was a big egg. In the garden next to the big oak tree Cecilia loved. The egg was not only big, it also had green dots. Cecilia looked up at them with her big puppy-eyes.
"Can we keep it?"
They looked at each other and then at Cecilia, this egg just couldn't be real. After a while Marcus answered:
"Yes, we'll keep it."
And so they did, they kept the egg nice and warm, and they waited for it too hatch. They named it too, "Mich" they called it.

Technology and old people

I’d like to call this the most amusing mix ever. I truly can’t help myself but laugh and smile when I see my grandmother sitting in front of her laptop, trying to find the right buttons on the keyboard. Now I’m not an evil person who laughs at others because they can’t figure out how to use the modern technology. I just happen to think it’s a bit entertaining. The other day I was at my grandmother’s place because we were going to the cinema later that afternoon. She told me that she needed some help with a mail she got from a friend of hers who lives in Canada. My grandmother doesn’t speak English so I had to translate it for. Or so I thought because I often do that but this time it was a “send-this-mail-to-all-your-friends”-kinda mail. It was wisdom words and some of the ugliest glittering butterfly giffs I’ve ever seen. After my grandmother had tweeted about how pretty it was I tried to convince her that she could send the mail to others without it disappearing from her own inbox. I’m not sure if I succeed however I found it rather amusing that she tried to sound like she knew more than I did about this mail-thingy even though she was asking for my help. Another example would once again be my grandmother. Recently we all had to set the clock because it’s summertime and my grandmother couldn’t figure out how to do it on her mobile. She got a Nokia (the very best!) so it took me less than 2 seconds to set the clock. Well my grandmother didn’t quite understand it. “Where did you find it? How did you do it?” she kept repeating and she would not realize that she simply had overlooked the huge picture on the screen which said “Calendar and time”. Plus the picture was a huge clock… Anyway what I think I’m trying to say is that I find it amusing to help and watch older people trying to understand and make technology work - but it isn’t their fault, modern technology can be such a pain, even I can’t follow up. But on the other hand technology hates me…

Getting along...

We all have friends and people we like, but I think most of us also have someone in our life we just don't get along with, what I usually do is try to get to know them better, and if we still don't get along I simply try not to be around them.
But the thing is, a lot of people see me as weird and decide before getting know me - yeah, OK, I know I am a bit weird, and that is why my friends are often a bit weird too, but I usually get along with most people - even though they aren't as weird as me. But sometimes when people have decided I am too weird to get to know, we can annoy each other enormously, I know several people like this, but what brought me to think of it, was my sister.
Most siblings have a those fights that you can always bring up, those jokes that always return and so on. But with my sister it's become extreme, she can't come up with any new jokes so uses the same joke about my glasses she's used since I git them when I was 4 years old, and she seems to not have realised that it stopped being funny about ten years ago. My sister moved out when I was seven, and it seems that we just can never seem to get along for more than a few days, whenever she visits I get very moody, and the more time we spend together, the worse I get. We are just very different people, and I guess that is why we never got along.
And that it is with most people I don't get along with, I am very spontaneous at times, but mostly people just can get used to my weird humour.
So maybe it's my fault people don't get along with me, maybe it's them who can't get into my way of thinking, maybe some people are just too different...

Thank you...!

Yesterday I spent hours in the park drinking, eating and talking with all my classmates. This morning I came to realize how lucky I am. I got the most awesome friends and classmates that I could never have dreamt of, so I dedicate this blog post to all of them.

I’ve never been good at making new friends so I was very nervous about how I’d do when I started high school last summer. I got placed in the class where almost all the students had a social studies and English at high level. I didn’t so it was clear to me that I was in, what we Danes would like to call, “papegøjeklasse” which means, directly translated, a parrot-class where students with different high level subjects are mixed together. I spent a few months in this class and I started to like them. Then time came and I ended up in my real class, where all the students had English and Spanish at high level like me. I was heartbroken but after a couple of days I realized that I was one lucky girl. My class was amazing. Everyone was so kind, talkative, open-minded and understanding. I now got more friends than ever, who I can truly trust and share my thoughts with, but I also got classmates who don’t think I’m a freak or some kind of smart-ass.

So what I’m really trying to say is: thank you! Thank you guys, all of you, not only whose who I can call my classmates but also those of you I spent my breaks with in school and those of you I only spent a hour or two with when I got German or Art Class. You’re all truly freaking awesome and I’m grateful for what you all have done to me.

It might sound like I’m exaggerating but right now I might still be a little bit high after I’ve been sitting beside people who smoked hookah yesterday. I think the smoke has made me sillier than I normally am. Anyway, two words: thank you!

Animals that are stupid...

After I'd told my friend that I wanted a pet shark, he asked if there wasn't any animals that I didn't like, and as I told him about why hamsters are stupid I realised that a lot of animals are stupid, in fact I made a list:

• Hamsters are stupid because they run around in stupid hamster wheels.
• Ostriches are stupid because have tiny heads and big bodies, and they can't fly even though they're birds, that's only okay with penguins.
• Ponies are stupid because they're like angry miniature horses. This almost the same reasons as to why zebras are stupid, because they're like angry striped horses.
• Dolphins are stupid because they act all nice and cute UNTIL THEY BITE YOUR ARMS OFF!
• Butterflies are stupid because they think they're so much better than all the other the other insect, but they're really not, they are just as disgusting.
• All mammals without hair are stupid because well, look at them, they're stupid.
• Most small dogs are stupid because they are just like ponies, angry miniature dogs.
• Lions are stupid because they're boring, unlike tigers, tigers are awesome!
• Pigeons are stupid because they're just like the rats of the air, but people stand around feeding them bread anyway. You shouldn't feed pigeons, they should all die.
• Bunnies are stupid because they are scared of everything.
• Pheasants are stupid because they're everywhere and they're noisy and they wake me up early Saturday morning.
• Sea cucumber, I am not even going to explain this one. Here's a picture:
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Other animals are stupid too, but my list is too long for me to write it all in a blog. Don't get me wrong, I do think awesome animals exist too, I made a second list for them. Maybe I'll write about it sometime.

… Which makes me a child

Yesterday I got this weird look from a friend of mine when I told her I still had all my Pokémon cards. It was an odd look and I asked: “You don’t like Pokémon?” Her answer was: “I did.” The tone of her voice was clear: she thought I was a bit childish. To be honest I kind of feel sorry for her. Since when is it childish to love Pokémon? To love your childhood? I was just about saying that I still kept the cards under my bed and that I still had lots of Pokémon figures somewhere in my room. But my math teacher cut us off since the class had started for 10 minutes ago. Afterwards I thought of all the things and stuff I still have which I probably “shouldn’t” have since I’m a teenager but I still got them because I don’t want to let go. I still got that teddy bear who I love more than anything. Whenever the world is being too much I still feel better after hugging him. Then of course I complain to Sidsel and she’ll call me bad names and say I grumble too much and afterwards she’d tell me she loves me. Personally I don’t find that childish. Besides the fact that I still got my lovely teddy bear by my side I also happen to have several Disney movies in my movie collection. In my opinion I don’t have enough. I turn 17 in less than a month and on my birthday wish list I’ve written: “Classic Disney movies on DVD”. My mom gave me the same odd look as my friend did but she only shrugged her shoulders and kept reading. She has told me who knows how many times that I’m too old for wishing Disney movies. My reply is: “You never get too old to watch Disney.” And now I’ll add a bit more: you never get too old for anything. Who on Earth has told you that you have to grow up before you ever get the chance to enjoy the childhood’s happiness? I’ve had the same math teacher for 7 years and he always said to me: “I’m not young anymore and I still haven’t grown up. And I never want to either.” All I can say is: me either…! Because, why should I…?

Stuff I don't want to do - Sid's life

Anywho, I have to write a blog this week, and I really didn't want to, not because I don't like writing, I looooove writing, but because I simply didn't know what to write, and because I unlike Sille like to come up with my own ideas *cough cough* ^-^

So I thought I'd write about all the stuff PI don't want to do, and that is a lot of stuff, actually I'd love to just sit at home in my room watching Doctor Who and eating chocolate. But sadly I can't spend all day doing what I want to do, I have to do stuff like go to school.

I would like it very much if I could stop having German-lessons, it would be nice to get up in the morning and think: "Do I have German-lesson today? Oh wait, I don't have any German-lessons EVER!"

I'd like to live in a world where Nickelback was NEVER played on the radio, I turn on my radio to get some news and what happens? Nickelback is blasted out into my ears.

I don't like going home on the bus everyday, it is very time-consuming, and there are so many annoying people on the bus, the other day I spend 20 minutes listening to two girls argue over Glee, I just sat there and turned the music in my headphones further and further up.

I don't want to talk to people I don't like, I wish I could have a tiny sign on a stick saying "Go away, I do not want to talk to you... Go find someone else to talk about Glee with..." but apparently that is immature and I am not allowed to do so...

I don't want to ever have to watch reality television, why can't they send something good on a Friday evening, all that x-factor stuff is just not me... (Now that they've decided to finally send Doctor Who on Danish television, they've decided to start with season 5... This pisses me off, you can't just skip 9 and 10... Oh oops I need to get back on topic!)

I don't want to spend time with awkward-family-parties, I am the socially awkward nerdy cousin nobody really wants to talk to, and when an aunt decides to feel sorry enough for me to talk to me, it's always like: "Sooo you go to school or something don't you..?" "yeah I do..." "Soooo are you going to be as smart as your siblings and study physics..?" "No... I want to be a pirate, or a ninja or a super evil villain or maybe a unicorn ." "Oooooh-kaaay, I think I'll go over there now..." Yeeeeeah, my friend Markus expressed is beautifully by saying: "You're the black sheep in a family of physicists"

This is another thing I don't want to do, I don't want to be expected to get good grades, to love school, to become a teacher like everyone else in my family...

I also don't want to write more stuff I don't want to do... 

Friends - Sille's life

I haven’t forgot to write a blog I’ll make that very clear - I just didn’t feel like writing it before now. And since Sidsel wrote about friends last time I’ll be uncreative and ‘copy’ her. In a way… The first friend I can remember having was my dance partner Steffen. Yeah I spent the first years of my life dancing in a white lovely dress, dancing with Steffen every time. The thing was that Steffen wasn’t a very good dancer. At all. I was always the one leading and he didn’t move his feet very often. I still remember him as a friend though, a good one even though I only was 5 years old. The sad thing is, I haven’t seen him since but I can still see him clear in my mind as it was yesterday. Maybe a bit silly but I am silly so that should explain it… The next person who comes to my mind is a girl I didn’t know for very long. Still just like Steffen, I remember her face very clearly. Her name was Andrea, like one of the headpersons from a Danish kids show with a talking frog and parrot. I remember one particularly day we played together. It was before I started in kindergarten and I’m not quite sure how we met. But I know we were making jewelers out of red berries in her garden. That’s all I can recall, but it’s a happy memory without worries and full of silly laughs and lots of smiles… A few weeks ago I talked about her and I said: “I wonder where she is today.” Suddenly my mom answered that she had returned to the Faroe Islands where she came from. It was a huge shock. I mean… I didn’t know that, I’d never known she wasn’t from my hometown. Oh well it won’t change the way I remember the dark-haired girl who lived behind the bakery.

Don’t worry dear reader, this is soon over. I got one friend left. Her I really miss. She was my kindergarten-best-buddy-silly-mate. We were called “hønisserne” which means, if you translate it directly into English; “hay elves”. It sounds pretty silly but we had a lot of fun. Her name was Hanne and she was a younger than I. All the years I spent in kindergarten I remember her being there almost every day. Of course I had other good friends but I still talk with them, Hanne on the other hand I haven’t spoken to for years. And why is that? She’s a year younger than me so she began a year later in school than me. I’ve often wondered what would have happened if we’d started at the same time. If we still would be friends. If I still would be friends with Sidsel. Sighs, oh yeah I’ll never know and now you know a lot about my past-no-longer-friends. Doesn’t that make you feel better and smarter…?