Pøllegubi

I miss someone to hug !
I miss someone to kiss !
I miss someone to talk to !
I miss someone to make me laugh !

I just remembered a conversation me and Asta had, a while ago. It was about hugs, and that there is a really hug different how people hug! Some people hug standing wiht 3 feets space between the person they hug, that the empty hugs. Some people hug like they are killing you, that's kind of scary. Other people often they are bigger than you, some like a teddy bear, hug with all their body and heart, and that's the best hugs! :'D That's the hugs you miss, that's the hug you want to stay in forever!
It's also a hug like that I miss ! From a really sweet guy, in Louisville !

And the kiss I miss, is the kind of kiss that only a guy you love can give! My guy <3
I'll give him one tomorrow, but I miss it, every minut he isn't here:')

The girl I would give anything to talk to, is sooo far away! But she is coming home in a month! Only one month !!
I can't wait to talk with her, from late night to the morning(: I MISS HER!!! :*

Someone to laugh with, yeah my sister can take the honour for that! :D Pøllegubi! HAHAHA! xD

Party ( :

I was to a party yesterday. I actually thought it would suck, and be boring. But except for the first hour, it was fun!! :D The fact that my girls and Casper where there, just made it so much better! Except for the story I told Nicolai...! Hahaha! "En kroget pik, duer ikk!" Anyway.. haha! xD Me and Casper found our song ! A song that reminds me of him, and what we have! :'D "I believe in a thing called love" I love that song!!! :D

Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel
My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh!

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh! Guitar!

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Ooh!
And I love you Casper <3

I want to be a bird, little, cute and free.

I once met this guy, a really nice, down on earth guy. He was funny, smiling and lovely. Not that I planned anything with him, except for having fun. Friends. Then the time came, where I had to go home to Denmark. I hugged him, as if it was for the last time I would see him. That’s the way it is, right? The ones you care about the most have to live across the ocean. That’s just life. Anyway, he came to Denmark 4 month later. I was so happy; it was like being in Louisville again, when I saw him. One thing is that the people you care the most about live across the ocean; another is when they let you down.

One thing is that you don’t want to, or doesn’t take the time to be with me, but the thought of not seeing you for minimum 5 month, is so much worse.

And I didn’t even give you a real hug…

Random

I climbed up in a tree yesterday(:

LUKE !!

I had the most wunderful day, tuesday(:
Luke is in Denmark, and I've missed that guy sooo much!
We walked around in Copenhagen for hours, and talked about everything.
When I met him, I felt like I was back in Louisville. I felt like I could just reach out for my American phone and call everybody. If I could do that I would call Parker, I would tell her that she is the most wunderful host EVER! And that she made my trip to the US, unforgettable.
And I would call Monica, and tell her that she shouldn't doubt her self, and that she's the best.
I would call Eli, and tell him to hang out with me and Parker soon, because I miss him.
I would call Paul, and thank him for all his sweetness, and tell him that he should pick me up somewhere in his car, because I really want to see it! ;)
And I would call the weird guy, I don't remember the name of, and tell him that he has a nice style!
And I would call Jenna, Roby and Brittany, and tell them that they're the best, and thank them for being soo nice to me right from the start(':
If I where back in Louisville I would be the happiest person in the world! :')

I can't wait to see Luke again Friday!! :D

Silly love (:

Love, love, love:D

There's nothing you can do that can be done,

There's nothing you can sing that can be sung,

There's nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game,

It's easy

Nothing you can make that can't be made

Nothing you can save that can be saved

Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to be you

It's easy

All you need is love

All you need is love

All you need is love, love,

Love is all you need

All I got is love,

love for you,

And love for you,

And plenty of love for you too<3

I'm full of love,

but I still miss you,

My sweetheart you,

My love I will give you.

All my love is yours<3

Casper

Mitchell

This video says everything.

I miss Mitchell. We had so much fun! :')

We hang out at Heine Brothers, at longest Avenue(:

Parker, Keely, Brooke and Asta were there too. I think it was one of the first nights :D

AAARRGHH!!

I'm shaking.
Shaking of all my anger.
This blog has become more and more, angry.
And it's really not because I'm an angry person.
I'm more like a happy one.
I think so(:
But people makes me angry.
Or it's not like it's out of the blue.
They disappoint me.
And that could be because I have too many expectations for people.
But really, if I look at the stuff they do to make me mad,
it isn't big.
Maybe it's because it's my sister. now..
She pisses me off...
When she's mad, she think she has the right to yell and skream at me,
and everybody else.
But when I'm mad, she always defence her self.
And then she gets mad at me, for being mad at her.....!!

GOD !!

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I took this picture with Paul.

God I miss him !!

I wish I was in America right now!

Bitch......

I don't get it? How can people you trust the most betray you like that? The people you call friends.. It looks like she just can't take when her friends is happy. Isn't that the stupiest thing you have ever heard ? I'm happy when my friends are ! What is the problem? Just because she isn't happy, it doesn't make it right for her to spoil others happiness!?

I feel like breaking her leg.


I thought more of you. Bitch.

My lovely sister the moon(:

God. Danish television is boring...


And I would like to see Dumbo, but I don't have the time.
Because I have to find a birthday present for my lovely sister (:



( Luna/my smallest sister, and me )
A really old picture, but isn't she cute? :D


It's just that.. She has everything. She's turning 8.
What does an 8 years old want ??

Verdens smukkeste hus

I just wrote a really good story, for school. Sad it's in Danish.
I will post it anyway(:
It's called the prettiest house in the world, and it's about a girl, if you want to know more, learn Danish! xD Haha!

Verdens smukkeste hus

Bussen kører en omvej. "Vi lægger ruten om," siger chaufføren med tydelig accent i højtaleren. "I dag lægger vi ruten om. Vi kører ud og ser det smukkeste hus i verden."
Jo, tænker jeg, det er fint, jeg har alligevel en aftale jeg ikke kan overskue. Nu er jeg kapret i en bus, som i stedet for at køre ad ruten kører en helt anden vej, til verdens smukkeste hus.
Jo det passer mig fint.
Der er kun få brokkehoveder i bussen blandt de cirka 15 mennesker som sidder her.
Ikke mange gør forsøg på at standse chaufføren.
Kun nogle enkelte siger: "Hov, hør, hvad er nu det?" men gør ellers ikke noget. De er vel også nysgerrige. Det smukkeste hus i verden.
Hvad er det? Og kan det virkelig ligge i nærheden?

Vi kører videre, og stemningen begynder at blive spændt af nysgerrighed. Der sidder en lille dreng bag mig, sammen med sin mor. Han flytter uroligt på sig, og jeg hører ham hviske til sin mor, om hvornår vi mon er der. Gad vide hvor han mon kører os hen? Chaufføren mærker stemningen, og vender sig ”Det tager kun et øjeblik, i kommer ikke til at fortryde det. Det lover jeg jer.”

Jeg kigger ud af vinduet, det er som om det hele har ændret sig? Nej, det er nok bare mig. Vi er i en skov, en bøgeskov. Jeg vidste ikke der lå sådan en her. Træerne er lysegrønne, jeg lukker øjnene for at kunne dufte de friske træer, og hører fuglene kvidre, se egern lege i træerne og dufte de første krokus på skovbunden. Da jeg åbner øjnene igen, er bussen standset.

Chaufføren og halvdelen af folkene i bussen er steget ud, jeg skal lige til at rejse mig, da en ung mand rækker mig hånden. Jeg kigger op, og ser de fineste grønne øjne. Han smiler til mig. ”Skal du med på eventyr?” siger han med en blød og charmerende stemme. Jeg rødmer, og prøver at smile igen, men det bliver nok mest af alt til et fjoget grin der kommer op på mine læber.

Vi går ud af bussen. Han har stadig fat i min hånd. Nu kan jeg mærke det, livet der er i skoven, hver en lille bille kan man dufte eller mærke. Forårs solen skinner på os, og varmer. Den lille dreng fra tidligere, råber op, ”Mor! Mor! Se et egern!”. Vi kigger alle den retning hvor hans finger peger, og der fra gren til gren, hopper det fineste lille røde egern. En lykkelig stemning breder sig mellem os, det her er livet. Det er her det hele startede, lige fra den mindste bille i skovbunden, til den vagtsomme hjort, det føles så nyt.

Jeg føler mig så fredsfyldt, men bliver vækket op da chaufføren siger at vi skal til at videre. Jeg bliver helt forvirret, som at blive revet ud af en drøm. Men jeg følger med, uden alt for meget brok. Han fører os gennem skoven. Efter at have gået et stykke tid, jeg føler ingen form for tidsfornemmelse i denne magiske skov, munder skoven ud, og vi går igennem 3 meter højt græs, som opdagelsesrejsende igennem en skov. Græsset bliver lavere, indtil det har en længde på 2 meter. Nu begynder der også at komme stokroser.

Vi går i mellem dem, lyserøde, mørke lyserøde og hvide stokroser, duften fyger os om ørene. ”Gud, hvor er her smukt!”, indrømmede jeg højt. Og der imellem alt det høje græs ser jeg en mælkebøtte. Den smukkeste gule mælkebøtte, den står bare der og smiler til mig. Det føles for et kort øjeblik som om alle hverdagens problemer, og andet fjolleri forsvinder, og livets store spørgsmål er besvaret. Et kort øjeblik som om det her var himlen, som om det her var enden på det hele.

Jeg bukker mig ned og plukker mælkebøtten, rejser mig op igen, og for første gang siden bussen, vender jeg mig om og kigger ind i den unge mands øjne. Jeg lægger mærke til at, de ikke bare er grønne, de har noget brunt i dem, når solen rammer dem, og han smiler. Det får mig pludselig til at føle mig så utrolig lille, og følsom. Mit blik falder, han opdager det, og tager om min hage, og løfter mit hoved, så vores øjne mødes igen.

Hans mod rammer mig, og smitter af. Jeg husker nu den gule mælkebøtte i min hånd. Jeg tager hånden med den i op, imellem vores hoveder. Vores blikke falder på den, ”den er til dig” siger jeg forsigtigt.
Han smiler, og det varmer mig. De smukke øjne siger tak, og han sætter mælkebøtten fast i hans skjorte lomme.

Det hele er så smukt og overvældende eventyrligt, at vi helt glemmer at følge med. De andre er helt ude af vores synsfelt, men vi kan følge det nedtrådte græs i deres fodspor. Vi løber hånd i hånd, og når grinene og stakåndet bagtroppen. De andre virker også helt fortryllede af det smukke landskab.

Det meget høje græs er nu blevet til en have. Haven dufter af æbler, blommer, ribs, hindbær og jordbær. Blomster i tusindvis er plantet som en hæk, hele vejen op gennem haven. Den lille dreng sidder allerede oppe i et af frugttræerne og spiser en blomme. Han griner lykkelig ned til hans mor, som står overraskende ubekymret neden for træet, og spiser et æble. Jeg går hen til et ribs busk og begynder at spise, de smager så sødt, jeg bliver helt nostalgisk, og kommer til at tænke på da jeg var lille og vi havde en ribs busk i haven. Jeg endte altid med at svine alt mit tøj til med den røde ribs farve.

Chaufføren kalder fra den anden ende af haven, og vi går alle over mod ham.
Dér bag ham, og alle frugttræerne ligger det. Det vi alle var blevet fortalt om, det var derfor vi var endt her.

Min mund stod let på klem, overraskelsen og skønheden ved dette hus overraskede mig.
Der var noget helt fantastisk og fortryllet over det. Huset havde stråtag, det var slidt, men ikke hulet, på husets mure voksede der grønne og snørklede planter, og stokroser udsmykkede også murene, med deres skæve måde at stå op af og ud fra husets murværk.
De duftede dejligt. Det var rødt med sorte skodder, de var åbne og man kunne se ind af vinduerne at der var lyst, med fine hvide og lyseblå mønstrede gardiner, og potteplanter i vindueskarmen.

Haven sluttede ikke helt op til huset, i stedet havde ejeren lagt brosten, i et smukt mønster. På brostenene stod et lille have sæt, der bestod af to stole og et bord. Rundt om det lille have sæt, stod der potter i alle størrelser og former, fyldt med farverige blomster.
Døren ind til huset stod let på klem, men der så ikke ud som om der var noget hjemme.

Chaufføren vinkede os hen til et af vinduerne. Vi stimlede alle op bag ham, og han tyssede på os. Jeg kiggede ind af vinduet, og lige der midt på stue gulvet stod en gyngestol, og der sad en smuk kvinde, jeg kunne kun skimte hendes ansigt, men jeg kunne på afstand se hvor smuk hun var.
I hendes arme lå en bylt. Jeg skulle lige til at spørge, hvad det var hun holdt. Da hun drejede sig i en vinkel, så jeg kunne se det var en lille baby. Det hele var så overvældende, at jeg kneb en lille tåre.

”Det er min datter” hviskede Chaufføren, ”Er hun ikke smuk?”. Et suk gik gennem os alle, som for at give ham ret. Han vente sig om mod os, og sagde ”Vi må også til at komme tilbage til bussen igen”.

Jeg mumlede, lidt utilfreds med at vi allerede skulle af sted, fra dette magiske sted, men den unge mand kom op på siden af mig, og jeg glemte hurtigt at vi skulle hjemad. Han smilte og ledte mig tilbage gennem den fortryllede have, gennem det høje græs og ind gennem den lysegrønne forårs skov.

Han hjalp mig ind i bussen, smilte og gik ned til sin plads hvor han før havde siddet.
Tænk at en helt almindelig dag, kunne ende så fantastisk. Jeg smilte for mig selv, og tænkte at jeg aldrig ville glemme den her dag og oplevelse.

Da vi atter stopper i byen, smiler vi til hinanden, og jeg ser den unge mand gå af sted med sin mælkebøtte. Selv glemmer jeg alt om hvad jeg skal, og dasker lidt omkring på må og få.
Da jeg endelig kommer hjem, går jeg direkte i seng, og før jeg sover, føler jeg mig heldig, jeg har set verdens smukkeste hus.

Feeling good

I've found the cutest boots! :D
But, but, but I have to save all my money for next year...

And they aren't in my size.
Which makes it easier, but still....

I want them!!

(I don't know why, but the picture thing doesn't work..)
(Imagine, black small boots. They are small with a big black bottom on them!! :D) (I want them!!!!)

Day one !

Starting a new life style is hard !

But it's the first day and I have to give it a chance !
And yet I haven't ate any kind of candy or junk xD

YAY!

New life style

Time: 21:45

So, I’m in my room. Eating all this junk, me and Casper bought earlier. And I’ve decided to begin a new sort of life style! And right now I’m enjoying the old fat life style! xD
Here is my life style today; the previous week;

Monday: I got up too late, because I was lazy! I actually don’t remember Monday…? I may have been eating candy? I do that every day.. Not good. No sport today.

Tuesday: Oh yeah I had to make dinner for 30 people, so I felt sorry for myself and ate candy. No sport, I had planned to go for a long walk… That didn’t happen.

Wednesday: I went to Copenhagen with Pernille, to drink a kop of chocolate. No sport.

Thursday: I got up too late again, because I was lazy and I couldn’t find my health insurance card, I had to go to the doctor. So I showed up to late in class, and left to early. And on the sport side, I did go to UNI bike today, am I good or what?

Friday: I got up too late again, because I was tired. When I actually showed up in school we have this thing every year when we dress up, and make fool of each other, AND eat these huge cakes with a lot of cream in it! And I didn’t even feel fat!? (Now I do…) Friday night I drank a lot of alcohol, which we all know has a lot of calories in…

Saturday: I only remember eating and sleeping. In the evening Nicolai, Casper and I made some delicious food J with a lot of cream in it… L No sport or other kind of activities. (And Pernille, this is not something that should be misunderstood!)

Sunday: I woke up at 1, and ate breakfast, and half an hour later we ordered a pizza and some frize.

So my plan will be to work out, and run more! No candy or other kind of cake or junk food! Work out more, again, and have fun! J And I also have to turn down my use of alcohol, at least try !
I can’t eat anymore pizza... All the thinking kind of killed the old life style!
And now I have to get some sleep.

Nighty night