A bit of travelling and poetry

Once again, I'm home from travelling, and I'm not overly in the mood for a lot of writing, seeing as I this morning at around 6 had to say goodbye to Chris, knowing that we won't get to see each other again before the end of June.

Oh well, instead of writing about my trip I'll share a bit of "poetry" that I wrote while on the train, I do want to warn you, I hadn't really slept, I'd kinda napped a bit while watching movies, and in the car... Soooo this might not be the best I've ever written...

Anywho, here we go:

The pain is in walking away,

Knowing that every step takes me a little further away.

The pain is in not turning around,

Knowing that your arms won't be here to comfort me.

The pain is in waiting,

Knowing that what I'm longing for is so far away.

The love is in coming back,

Knowing that no matter the distance we'll meet again.

The love is in waiting,

Knowing that you'd wait for me aswell.

The love is in ignoring the pain,

Knowing that you're worth the hurting I'm going through.

Oh Sicily!

Compared to Sidsel I'll spend forever on talking about my study-trip to Sicily, so don't come and tell that I haven't warned you! Here goes: First we had to take a plane to Riga (why, I wonder) then to Rome, then to Catania, but something happened so we flew back to South Italy. THEN we finally came to Catania and arrived at our 'hotel'. Some of you might know that I get really sick of flying and all these flights made me really sick . Luckily my classmates are so sweet that they did whatever they could to make me feel better. Anyway our 'hotel' (it was more like a B&B but not really) was really nice, we had a big bathroom with a fake door and six beds even though it was called a room for four people.

The first day we walked on Etna! Yes, we're talking about a real volcano which still spites lava up into the air. It was so amazing to walk on, to see and smell. Recently there'd been an eruption so the ground was covered in black lava stones. But underneath these stones there were snow! So you can imagine my entire class walking on this and suddenly you go right through the stones and your leg is stuck in a cocktail of snow and lava stones. It was truly peculiar.

Some of my classmates - notice the snow under the stones!

The second day we went to the countryside just outside Noto. We'd arranged that we could see an organic farm owned by a half Danish woman and her Italian husband. If Etna was great, this place was maybe even more great! Sicily is known for its lemons and blood oranges and we saw heaps! The entire farm, nature, streams and animals were incredible and the hours disappeared in no time. I never thought that I'd enjoy seeing a farm this much in my entire life. Afterwards we went to Siracusa where Kath and I saw a lot of beautiful architecture. Really nice city, even though a couple of Italian guys yelled "Ciao bella!" after me. I have to try and take that as a compliment I think... When we came home later that evening a few of the girls and I went into the guys' room and we talked with them while they were drunk. That is one of the most amusing things I've done for ages. Not only did they deny the fact that they were drunk but they also agreed on putting on fake moustaches. I'm also pretty sure if I hadn't told the guys to go to sleep, Thomas and Mie would have slept on me. Don't ask why, it was weird... 

Camilla and I - look at all 'em lemons!

The third day we visited small towns - also beautiful - and then we went to see ravine. It was, yes you guessed right, also very beautiful and we all had to take pictures of the stone formations since our NG teacher's big passion is stones. (She bought home stones which weighed 4 kilo). In the evening almost everyone went to a local bar where Thomas forced me to try a drink which tasted of orange and cider. Ew. Oh and Martin (skinny guy, 45 kilos) became so drunk that a few of the guys and I had to get home after a couple of hours. Luckily the barmaid drove us and later again (when the guys had had a talk with the people responsible for Martin's drinking) they bought home Camilla who also was drunk. To make it short: Non of the guys got very much sleep that night.

Michelle and I - look at the pretty stones!

The fourth day I went to the local fish market with Kath and we got some nice pictures and video for our AT (that project thingy).Then I went into town alone even though I wasn't allowed. I did have a reason though to do so. I wanted to post Camilla's postcards for her since she didn't had the time herself. But I got lost pretty quickly and my map couldn't help so I was forced to ask for directions. I asked an Italian guy who ended up saying: "You know what? I'm going to the post office as well. Do you mind coming along?" This resulted in that I spoke with a complete stranger for twenty minutes while we went looking for the post office. He was the nicest person on earth, and spoke very well English compared to everybody else on Sicily. It annoys me that I didn't get his name though, but he'd lots of interesting stuff to share. Also this evening the entire class went to a restaurant the girls and I had been to almost every single day. It was a nice way to end the trip even though it rained and I had to walk home in the rain with Thomas since I couldn't find the rest of my classmates. We also played card games that night with a guy from Germany and I had to stand on Thomas' back to make him feel better. Odd is the only thing I'll say.

Camilla, Thomas and Jacob - Happy to get something to eat

The fifth day we went home. The alarm was set at 3:34 AM and we were hugged by our families at 9:15 PM the same day. In the train from Copenhagen to our hometown we also called our history teacher to wish him happy birthday. He was a bit confused but we thought it was really amusing.

And that's it people! Oh man that was a lot. I think I better add a few pictures so you have something to look at - and if it works I'll add the video Camilla made about our trip. If you want to laugh at silly people and silly teachers you should check it out! Sille is out! (And very happy.)

(Here's the link, couldn't make it a video on the site, sorry. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KW4b9eusuU8&list=HL1363387552&feature=mh_lolz) 

2.A ON ETNA!

phew, stuff happens

I don't have it in me to write a big thing right now, where I have to think about complicated questions and stuff, so once again, here's a quick update about what's going on in my life...
Last I wrote about my life was when I came home from visiting Chris, that's about a month ago, since then stuff has happened, as I mentioned (or dedicated a blog to) I turned 18, and I've had to fix money stuff and such. I turned 18 on the twenty-sixth of February, four days before that, the 22nd of February Chris and I celebrated our six-months, which we did by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail and eating M&Ms (Mmmmmmmmmm'n'Mmmmmmmmmmms) even though I'd sworn never to watch that movie with Chris again, because he knows every line in it, and most of the time is going "ooh this is the part where..." But since it was the first movie we watched together, and we had something to "celebrate" I agreed to watching it anyway.
Else from that I've been doing AT (a project thingy) in school, which related to our trip to Dublin, we left for Ireland last Sunday and came back again this Friday, we did lots of stuff, went to museums, went shopping and stuff like that. But my favourite thing was meeting up with Chris, who spent something like 4 hours travelling from Bangor to Dublin just to spend a few hours with me, and to give me my birthday present and a six-months present, which was an Adventure Time T-shirt and a bracelet with a "tiny deer elk" (also known as a giraffe).
Next week I'll do a bit more AT and then next Sunday I'll be going back to Northern Ireland to spend more time with Chris (this whole long-distance-relationship thing is really spending all my money for me, but Chris is really worth it)

okays, I'm off again, take care and what not

Sometimes it's necessary...

I believe that it's necessary to feel bad now and then; to cry and just let everything go for while. As you can imagine this isn't going to be the most exciting blog you've ever read, but this is how I feel these days therefore I thought it was important to write it down. My life has been a mess (oh wait, still is) and it has been difficult for me to be surrounded by my happy friends. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing that all my friends are happy but that it can be annoying to compare their happiness to your own and at the moment my happiness level is 5% (my lucky number actually) and all my friends are like 100% - okay I might be exaggerating but exaggerating promotes understanding. Because, truth to be told, a lot of my friends aren't happy either. One of my friends are having a lot of trouble with her family including being 'dumped' by her best friend and as a good person I find it tiring to make other people happy when I'm not happy myself. Therefore I'll make my conclusion; it's more than okay to let everything out. The last couple of days have been like riding a roller-coaster  and it has helped a lot, at least for me, to just let everything and think happy thoughts. I told one of my very adorable friends about this and he told me: "Don't worry, it could have been worse! At least it's not raining with yellow urine!" - this is exactly what you should be thinking when your life falls into a deep hole; it could have been worse. (Here's a prettay picture of a cat hugging another cat by the way). So what was actually the purpose of this week's blog? Be sad if you remember to be happy afterwards! Oh yeah I'm smart - and I'll be going to Sicily this Friday so I think we all know what I'll be writing about next time it's my turn again. Hopefully that blog will be more happy and less messy. Anymerlin, Sille is out!

"all grown-up"

This Tuesday I turned eighteen, and I of course had to sit through the awkward "you're all grown-up now"-speech, which was terrible and lovely at the same time, but honestly, I don't feel any more grown-up than I did last week, I am aware that's very cliché, but it's true.
It made me think aswell, I mean, how do we define a grown-up? I know it's different depending on where in the world you live, but in Denmark you're an adult when you turn eighteen, even though drinking and having sex is legal from you're 15-16, when you turn 18 you're just allowed to get into bars and stuff like that. Of course when you turn 18 you can also get you driver's license (even though I know people over 18 whom I'm not entirely sure should be allowed their driver's license... But the same goes for a lot of thing, not everyone is mature enough for the things they're legally allowed to do...) And of course when you turn eighteen you start getting SU, which is basically money you get for going to school, I send my application yesterday, (see I am "all grown-up" I can do stuff on my own and everything), I also went to the bank Thursday to talk about all the money-stuff that needs sorting now that I'm legally and adult and therefore my bank changes stuff around, so I had to talk about that, which was "fun", oh well, needed doing and now that's done.
For me becoming an adult also means my parents will stop paying for things, well the last 5-6 years I've paid for my own clothes, and before that I paid for all the stuff that I didn't necessarily needed, but I wanted, like books (and when I was a younger toys and stuff, of course I had loads of toys left from my older siblings, but I had to pay for my pokemon-stuff myself). But now I have to pay for things like shampoo and other things that are as my mom put it "not necessary for you survival", which I'm fine with, seeing as I will get more money now, so I'm okay with the whole thing, I'll just have to make sure I don't spend all my money on flights to Northern Ireland...

But else from the money-stuff, I don't think an awful lot has changed since my birthday, I think (again very cliché) I think I'm still a child at heart...