tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66143320678350659462024-02-22T14:41:15.519+01:00K a a s t .[Insert an either philosophical or poetic quote here]Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-52195278030395348782013-03-25T19:37:00.001+01:002013-03-25T19:37:35.971+01:00Update.I've had a couple of tough months to go through, so I haven't had the time or lust to write anything. I don't even want to say that much about it, 'cause it'll just make me sad. Peter and I are over, we're through, we're moving on and we're trying as hard as we can to stay friends, though it can be hard sometimes. I am not completely over him, so certain things hurt. But I can't do anything about it. I just have to get drunk and move on, that's what's working. So I'm just trying to enjoy the single life.<br />
It is harder to get laid than I thought, really.<br />
But I'll see Peter the 5th of April at Punks Undead. I feel nervous about it, because we haven't seen each other since the middle of January, but I do miss him, so...<br />
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Talking about Punks Undead, this will be the second where I am in charge of the kitchen - making dinner for the bands and the crew. Last time I made vegan Gullash with a whole lot of mushrooms in it, and people complimented me for the food a lot and Emil told me it was on the top 5 of best food ever served at Punks Undead, so that made me really happy.<br />
I don't know what to make the next time, but I've asked a person who has this blog on Tumblr called veganfeast (www.veganfeast.tumblr.com), so I hope she-/he'll answer me with some good ideas.<br />
- So yeah, that means I've made a blog on Tumblr as well. I'll probably use that more, but I use it for short posts, while this is for the longer posts, like this one.<br />
Here, have a link: www.oikaast.tumblr.com<br />
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I'll try to use this more than I do, but I don't really do interesting stuff at the moment, but getting drunk and sometimes feel sorry for myself, though it's months ago. But yeah... see ya'll.<br />
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P.S. I recently fell in love with Zombie Boy. He makes me happy. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVoRKh4eTlsrNZlkZbNBX3bXCVKKGWQ_lnAZoMztVh-kXdGZ0k6Sd3kzBR-w5IOaAK97GcnKdHjDoVVmenCXYshCz9KREGT1VTejHLotySCn0hTCQNRdRR2X_ZAnCM8V7jOSZzjyFZXWc/s640/blogger-image-576823247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVoRKh4eTlsrNZlkZbNBX3bXCVKKGWQ_lnAZoMztVh-kXdGZ0k6Sd3kzBR-w5IOaAK97GcnKdHjDoVVmenCXYshCz9KREGT1VTejHLotySCn0hTCQNRdRR2X_ZAnCM8V7jOSZzjyFZXWc/s640/blogger-image-576823247.jpg" /></a></div>Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0Frederiksberg Frederiksberg55.671077 12.506237tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-46935506003396383982012-12-10T00:15:00.002+01:002012-12-10T07:21:39.657+01:00Pure happiness<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I just had an absolutely amazing weekend. Where? With who? I think you might know it (if you don't, it was in Aalborg, with Peter, of course).</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We spent Friday night out, first at a bar drinking a couple of beers with his mum and her friend, followed by drinking at 1000Fryd at a free show with our friends. Just lovely.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Saturday, we cuddled, helped Peter's brother moving, went to Morten's place, went home, buying sweets, soda and Chinese on our way home, at then we just cuddled up all night, watching Disney cartoons. We cuddled so much it almost made me sick, haha, I just love it! We were supposed to go to this small Christmas market in Aalborg, to drink hot cocoa, share a candied apple and take a ride in the Ferris wheel, but they closed already at 17 (5 p.m.), so we weren't going to have this small, romantic winter-wonderland. Unfortunately. But that's what happens, we just went home for a cuddle instead, which I am alright with.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sunday, we - wait for it... cuddled! Yes, we cuddled some more. It had been snowing all night, so there was this thick, white carpet all over the streets, so we putted on come clothes and went out for a little walk before I had to go home. We bought a sandwich at Bogø (best sandwich shop <u>ever</u>!!!) and took a ride in the Ferris wheel afterwards. If it wasn't because of the cloudy weather, the view would've been absolutely fantastic. We didn't expect that you could see that much of Aalborg, but, well, you could. All the way from the east harbour, to the stadium in west Aalborg. Afterwards, we went to a café and had an Irish Coffee, a little chat and a lot of kisses.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><u>All in all:</u> a successful weekend.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wanted to take some pictures of all the Christmas decorations, but... I guess we were just too busy doing other stuff. For instance, Peter just had two new babies on Thursday. Two cute, little baby rats. So adorable! So we cuddled with them a lot and I took pictures of them, instead of the city. But that's alright too.</span></div>
Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-81090804050580339502012-12-04T01:06:00.003+01:002012-12-04T01:06:54.857+01:00Aalborg, I miss you so.<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I miss Aalborg so bad, you can not believe it. I have already been looking at student flats for when I'm done with my Gymnasium in Copenhagen. There is this one specific flat that I want so very, very bad. It is about 50 square meters, it has a large kitchen for it's size with space for an oven and to invite friends and family (yeah, more than <u>one</u>) over for dinner. Large bedroom, an alright living room and just a normal bathroom. The rent is affordable for a student (perhaps with a little help from my parents for food and stuff like that) and it is not just near the city, it is <i>in </i>the city, center of Aalborg. I am so in love with this flat and I really hope I get it, but I guess I shouldn't expect too much. But there are other flats I'd like too, so it's not like I'd get all depressed and disappointed if I don't get this one. I'd just really like this one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All in all, I really can't wait to get away from Copenhagen. I was born here, I was raised here, but I do most certainly not feel like I'm at home anymore. I feel a lot better in Aalborg, it's just the right city for me. It has the right size, the right things and the right prices for me. Instead of taking the bus to where ever I need to go, I can just walk. I can walk to parks, to the harbour, to the bars, to go shopping, to visit friends, and after all this; I can walk right back home again. I'd have to take the bus to school, though, but we're not talking about that...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Copenhagen makes me depressed. I am tired of all the same and I truly feel like I've been born the wrong place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've went to Aalborg on and off for about a year and I've lived there for two months, and I can truly say that this is where I should be. This is where I belong, and I can't wait to come back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It will only be for a weekend the next time, but at least I'll be there. With the two loves of my life.</span></div>
Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-85721708268481954502012-11-26T21:37:00.001+01:002012-11-26T21:37:46.797+01:00Cock Sparrer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I spent the whole weekend with Peter, Friday with moves, Saturday with shopping records and partying with Norwegians and Sunday with Cock Sparrer, and it was just... indescribable.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We picked up a friend from Aalborg at the main station and met up with a couple of other friends at a bar a bit later, who were also going to the concert. When we got there, we went straight to the merchandise-shop to buy some Cock Sparrer t-shirts, records, posters, you name it (the posters were free, yay!). And we got it signed! The warm up-band had a little shop too, but I barely dare to mention their name because they sucked so bad.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They started playing their first song and people already started the pogo. Idiots, bonehead and people who just wanted to "dance" went in front of the stage as the show began and if you were anywhere near them, well, yeah, you weren't going to be left alone (surprise). If it wasn't because they had microphones, the audience would probably have been singing a lot louder than the band. It was just insane. Pure awesomeness. But do you know what the best part was? Cock Sparrer... they're just five old men who still act like they just turned nineteen. They have so much energy on the stage, thinking of their age, which just made it such a great show. I just... I don't know what to say, really. I can't say anything bad about their performance. One of the members even did a little crowd surf when they finished the concert, and we got their play lists. I can't wait to see them again in April at Punk & Disorderly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The show ended rather early, about eleven o'clock, so we didn't really want to go home. We went to a bar - Peter and I, Kris, Jello, Myke, the Norwegians Helga and Maria, Tutte and her boyfriend, Magi and Elisa. The bar even had Cock Sparrer on their jukebox, so the party continued.</span></div>
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Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-18969885146955973862012-10-03T11:45:00.000+02:002012-10-03T11:46:47.990+02:00Moving back to Copenhagen<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Things haven't been as they should between Peter and I the past few days. Or have they? But that's not really the point, the point is, that if I want to save this, I have to move back to Copenhagen. So I'm coming back. I quit my school here and I'll start on a new school the 22</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; vertical-align: super;">nd</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">, in Copenhagen. I don't want to move back, I love Aalborg but I have to do this, because I love Peter even more. A whole lot more, I think you guys got that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I... I haven't got much to say. I'm actually quite speechless at this very moment, but in the other hand, I've got a lot to tell. I just don't want to tell it all here; if it minds people, I'll let them know. I just want to get things to go the right way, and it can only happen if I move back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I miss my family, friends and an oven anyways.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I'll miss Peter even more.</span></div>
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<br />Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-44387874547794547452012-09-18T09:01:00.000+02:002012-09-18T09:07:56.632+02:00Housewarming<iframe allowfullscreen="true" height="384" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="http://files.photosnack.com/iframejs/embed.html?hash=pz1m4559&t=1347951918" style="border: none;" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="576"></iframe><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These are the photos from our housewarming (yes, I found a page where I can make slideshows!). Pictures say more than a thousand words, so I won't say much about it, but that one of our girl friends got so drunk and puked out of our window. Enjoy!</span>Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-45075292571897171462012-08-14T23:23:00.000+02:002012-08-14T18:33:22.658+02:00Cooking<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I really feel like cooking right now. I really, really want to cook, almost anything, as long as it is delicious, with both meat and vegetables and if it's a bit of a challenge. I feel like I need to be challenged in the kitchen, but it's hard when you don't have that much money to do with, if you know what I mean.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yesterday, I was supposed to make some baked cod with mozzarella/garlic cream cheese and spinach, mashed potatoes with garlic and blanched broccoli and mushrooms. Buuuut, something went wrong and it ended up with Peter buying can-tomato soup. He mixed mushrooms, chicken, chili, ginger and macaroni in it, so it actually tasted really good, but I just really wanted to make something like the other thing above, because I thought it'd might be delicious and I'm not usually cooking fish. But we planned making it in the weekend instead and eat the rest of the soup tonight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The past hour I've been looking for recipes for Lancashire Hotpot. About a month ago I saw this program, I think it was on the Travel channel, with a woman travelling around in England to taste different typical English dishes. So, she went to Lancashire and got - wait for it - Lancashire Hotpot, and it just sounded so delicious - lamb, onions, potatoes, carrots, thyme, rosemary, chicken stock (to make it not-too-lamb-ish), all in a pot and in the oven. It's a workingclass dish they made in Northern England in the middle 19th century. The wife made it the early morning before she went to work, so it could stand there the whole day and simmer, and then it would be ready when the whole family got home, starving (not literally... I think). But yeah, I saw this and fell in love with it and I just HAD to try and make it. I haven't done it yet, as you could might guess, but I'm planning on trying it next month, 'cause it's also more of an autumn-dish.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was thinking to make a post whenever I make the Lancashire Hotpot, with pictures and recipe, of course, so you can enjoy it as well if you'd like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, I could make this blog into a food-blog. Some of it, you know, just when I have a recipe of something delicious, if I make anything "new" with no recipe but remember it and post it here, stuff like that. Of course I won't make this entire blog about food (it's also a bit too late for that), but, as said, just when I've got something new and delicious, why not share it?</span></div>
Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0Aalborg, Denmark57.028811 9.91777156.959706499999996 9.7598425 57.0979155 10.0756995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-77135517427438595352012-08-13T22:22:00.000+02:002012-08-14T18:29:08.328+02:00CTR: Crash Team Racing<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My absolutely favorite game, which I lost somehow. I don't know if I forgot it at my ex-boyfriend's place or if it just disappeared in the mess in my room, either at my father's or my mother's place. But all that is in the very past, because after a long search on DBA, GulOgGratis, Amazon and eBay, I finally just said "screw this" and bought CTR from eBay.co.uk for £14.49. It's a fair price, I could afford it and I just had to, because it is the very favorite of mine. Now we just need a memory card that works for Playstation 1 games. I found out that the one Peter has, doesn't really work. After doing 34 % of the Adventure-part-thingy-thing. Oh well... see how happy I am, with thumbs up and all.</span></div>
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<br />Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-27761878832766266232012-07-25T19:01:00.000+02:002012-07-25T10:05:37.000+02:00Update #2<div style="text-align: justify;">
No festivals at all, for Peter and I to experience and enjoy. KanalRock is too expensive, Force Attack messed up everything and we don't have a place to sleep in Berlin for Resist To Exist.</div>
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A while after we cancelled KanalRock, I was actually looking forward to Force Attack. But then, just last week (and it is held this weekend), our girl friend started talking about, that it was moved to Berlin, with no ability to camp. We checked it out and it was true. Then one or two days later, we read, that the place that Force Attacked asked rejected it, so it is held a whole third place, about 60 kilometers from Rostock, again with the ability to camp. But really, it's so fucking messed up and it kind of upsets me that I'm not going to any festivals. But that's life. I hope there will be no problems with Force Attack next year.</div>
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Instead of all this, we're planning on going for a little 5-7 days trip to the Netherlands to see Toy Dolls in 5 different cities, in October. Then Cock Sparrer is playing in Copenhagen in November and The Casualties in December, also in Copenhagen, so at least, we're going to see some great bands later this year.<br />
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But what are we going to spend our money on? Yeah, we're going to spend some money on buying old, used Playstation 1 games. I lost my Crash Team Racing, and I really want it back, and this guy from <i><a href="http://www.dba.dk/"><span style="color: blue;">Den Blå Avis</span></a> </i>("The Blue Newspaper", a Danish site where you can buy and sell used or new stuff, a lot like a Danish eBay) has it, and a lot of ther games which Peter wants. So we're just going to sit in our new flat and play video games. Aw Hell Yeah.</div>Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-1532493125281236742012-07-10T20:31:00.000+02:002012-07-10T11:31:43.251+02:00Update<div style="text-align: justify;">
So, Peter came up with the idea to go to <a href="http://forceattack.de/">Force Attack</a> <i>and </i><a href="http://resisttoexist.de/">Resist to Exist</a> instead of Kanalrock. Why? Because we can go to both festivals for about the same amount of money and it's cheaper to go to Rostock and the train from Klingendorf to Berlin is free the day Force Attack ends, so we can easily come to Resist to Exist and the ticket home to Denmark again only costs a bit more.</div>
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I was really looking forward to see Sham 69 and Toy Dolls at Kanalrock, though, but I guess Peter is right. It's just a bit too expensive, especially because I'm really only interested in those two bands. So why not go to <i>two</i> other festivals we know will be awesome, not matter what music plays? I've been thinking about it, and I say go for it. I'm in. Peter just needs to talk to his pal who has a room in Berlin where we might can stay, because I am not going to another country again, without an official place to sleep. It was horrible. And I'm not paying for a hotel room again. It was horrible.</div>
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I'm with Peter at the moment, in Aalborg, so I'm juuust fine!</div>Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-16611506848909028642012-07-01T06:48:00.000+02:002012-06-30T23:33:28.851+02:00Summer vacation<div style="text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, it's summer again, just like last year and the year before that and so on. And I don't think I'll have that much time to blog before August, just like last year as well. I didn't in fact make one post in whole July last year, because I was way too busy with Peter and friends and Berlin and Peter and festival and Peter. And Peter. I'm not going to any other countries as a vacation, you know, we wouldn't be able to find the time, Peter and I. We earlier planned on maybe to go to Hamburg with a couple of friends, but, yeah... it's not going to happen. But it's okay, we'll be busy! We've got stuff to do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tomorrow, I'm going to my dad's place, just to see him a bit this summer and before he is going to Berlin. On Wednesday the 4th of July, I'm going to Aalborg, to see Peter of course. We'll just be chilling, until the 12th, because what happens that day? Yeah, it's so exciting... We are getting the key to our new flat. Ohh, how I just can't wait! I'm going to move by myself (with Peter, but you know, no parents), and boy, am I excited? I am indeed! We're going to spend out vacation on planning our flat, you know. Furniture, stuff for the kitchen, economics, all these kinds of things. But first, we have to inaugurate the apartment, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQj_Iea7FWf5XRvYKQicqyM76dZSdaJEf14SBSaDSdb7dg9YYs-35nl_JoIq94Ic62Szp45R3m9H797cfSrRMB2chrX5v8JIjqdi1UWm6ZXlk6qtPSLEs58wsUxvYJo6cit9BiLKru21i/s1600/neutral-if-you-know-what-i-mean-l.png">if you know what I mean</a>! And <i>then</i> we're going to do the sensible stuff.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But yeah... I simply just can't wait to move in with Peter, and then in Aalborg. Of course I love my hometown, Copenhagen, but Aalborg has been very charming as well, since I went there the first time, last summer. Also, Aalborg is so cheap to live in - our apartment is very central, I mean, it can't possibly get any more central than that and those flats are usually pretty expensive, right? Well, not ours. And the food is cheap as well and the beers on the bars! And I love cheap stuff, so Aalborg is definitely a city for me! Haha, nooo, it's also a very beautiful city, with old houses all the way back from the 1600's and maybe earlier. And then it's a city by a harbor, and I love harbors! Okay, do you get it? I love Aalborg!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am so happy, my life is just as good as it can be! I sure can't explain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I will probably take some pictures of the apartment and post them here, so you can see it; when we just move in and when we are DONE moving in, with furniture and stuff. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The first weekend of August, Peter, I and a lot of friends will take a little trip to Norway, near Oslo to <a href="http://www.kanalrock.no/">Kanalrock</a> - another punk festival. Toy Dolls, Sham 69, Discharge, Oslo S and a lot more will play, so, yeah, can't wait for that either. It's going to be another awesome summer in the company of my beloved boyfriend!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bus 6A takes me everywhere I need to go: to my father's, to school, home, at my girl friend's old home, at her new home, into the city, everywhere. Then once, there was this bus driver. He seemed like a standard mad bus driver, you know. Never smiling, or stuff. But recently, every time he's driving the bus I'm taking, he's recognizing me (not that it's hard to recognize me) and he's smiling and probably saying "good morning" or "hello" or stuff like that, I'm always listening to music but I'm smiling back at him, 'cause, you know, to be friendly. But earlier this week, I was going to meet up with a couple of my friends, and of course 6A could take me there. I went to the bus stop and was trying to figure out the new bus plans for the A bus', because they're stupid and confusing and non-telling. I wasn't looking at the road before I saw my bus (6A!) out of the corner of my eye. It stopped by the bus stop, even though no one was going off or on (except from me). It was that bus driver, who's always recognizing and smiling at me. Because I'm always taking 6A, he just assumed, or kind of knew, that I was going to as well that day. It felt kind of nice, you know. Quite nice.</span></div>Amalie W.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07956832833495550801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614332067835065946.post-39817549369840079762012-06-16T22:25:00.000+02:002012-06-16T13:26:01.714+02:00I hate you.<h1>
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Yeah, that's right, I'm talking about you, insomnia and expensive public transport. Peter could have been here by now, if it wasn't because of you. I'm not hating him, I'm hating you two guys 'cause you're the fucking reasons! You're fucking douchebags! "Oh, so you're going to your girlfriend's birthday celebration next weekend? Well... then you won't need sleep, and especially not good sleep, whenever I let you rest!" and then the public transport is just an expensive whore. You pay way too much for something you don't really like in the end. You two are my enemies! You're the worst on this planet! I could just keep on going complaining about you, but it wouldn't help. Peter won't be here for that reason. Why, oh why? I just want to be with him and especially this weekend because it means a lot to me that he meets my family. If he's not going to this weekend, then when is he going to? We've been talking about celebrating Christmas at my father's place this year, but that won't happen till half a year. And then it's not my birthday. Well... it was my birthday last Sunday, but my father is celebrating it this weekend, you know. I don't know what to say... Peter says he'll come here on Thursday. Until then, I just want to complain about how unfair insomnia and prices are. Sometimes, it's not easy to have a long distance relationship, when it's so expensive just to see each other for about 30 hours. 500 DKK for 11 hours of bus-driving, because the bus has to stop elsewhere to pick up other people. 5 hours and twenty minutes each way. For about 250 DKK when it's in the weekend. Only 170 DKK from Monday to Thursday. 432 DKK is the standard price on a train ticket from Copenhagen to Aalborg, one way. One way only. That'd be 864 DKK for a return ticket, if I didn't have my Hypercard, which works as a Wildcard. Then, from Monday to Thursday and Saturday, I can take the train by half price. But still. But still, but still, but still. Yeah, but still, we manage to keep together and that's the most important thing. Every time people ask where he lives and I say Aalborg, they sometime ask if it isn't har to have a boyfriend that far away. Yes, of course it is, I miss him every second we're not together, but I simply just care too much about him, to let distance and money ruin our relationship. I just love him too much. I just love you too much, Peter.</div>
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