This is how I feel

A physics teacher told me today, that all the constellations we see, is pure fiction. Because it takes millions of years for the light to travel, we receive information about what the stars looked like for 20000000 years ago, when we look at constellations. While the light was traveling, the universe probably changed a whole lot. So what we presently see, can't be trusted as real.

That makes me feel quite sad and quite small. goodnight.

I prefer my days sunny and my nights starry. I prefer my coffee black. I prefer warm soup on a day like this. I prefer kisses on the rooftop dashed in moonlight. I prefer looking at life from above. I prefer listening to jazz with a cigaret, eventhough I don't smoke. I prefer weekend nights spend wondering the streets of inner copenhagen. I prefer melancholic piano music. I prefer lyrics with a message. I prefer sincerity. I prefer simplicity.

- With inspiration from amalie skriver -

The time is 00:37 and I am forever tired.

Can you smell the fart?

When I rode my bike home this evening, with the moon shining over the rooftops of copenhagen, I for once felt a national sentiment. And then it hit me. I dont give a fuck about danish design, the royal family, danish nature or food or anything else, that normally makes the danish national feeling glow among people. Fuck it all. The only thing I have a national relationship with here in Denmark, the only thing, that really makes me feel danish, and commit to the danish culture, is Copenhagen. Beautiful, special, wonderful copenhagen. I could never feel more at home than here. This is where I grew up. This is where my story began and where my life received its value. I may travel the world, but I will always return to this place, with the feeling, that this is where I belong. I know Copenhagen will always be there for me, and that is why I feel the love.

Sunday the 4.

22.24. writing danish assignment. ask me if I want to. 22.25. stupid chronicle. I hate danish class, but only because of my teacher. It is funny how much my opinion on the different classes depends on my opinion on the teacher. 22.27. ..... my littlebrother os making an annoying noise, but my legs are to tired to leve the bed, and tell him to stop... slkdfsæsæsjlsdkjf soo annoying. 22.28 this is going to be a long night. 22.29 looking at my room and my life, and thinking that it needs some cleaning up. 22.30. why am I blogging?? 22.31 I wasted precious 6 minuts of my chronicle-writing-time on a useless blogpost. now I have to go.

have a good night.
goodbye sunday 4.