A lovely weekend of drinking, song writing, loud singing, badly smelling, unhealthy eating, fat, shiny and dirty looking, clumsy acting, impure skin establishing and a whole season of Hannah montanna watching, is what I just returned from. It was priceless. We ended up with one complete song about redheads we know, wich I do not doubt is going to be a great succes.

A weekend to remember.

The more we know, the more we know we don't know.

To know, that you don't know, is the best.

Knowledge is to know, that we cannot know.

The more we learn, the less we know for sure.

The fucking cops are fucking keen

to fucking keep it fucking clean

the fucking chief's a fucking swine

who fucking draws a fucking line

at fucking fun and fucking games

the fucking kids he fucking blames

are nowehere to be fucking found

anywhere in chicken town

the fucking scene is fucking sad

the fucking news is fucking bad

. the fucking weed is fucking turf

the fucking speed is fucking surf

. the fucking folks are fucking daft

. don't make me fucking laugh

it fucking hurts to look around

. everywhere in chicken town

. the fucking train is fucking late

. you fucking wait you fucking wait

you're fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking view is fucking vile

. for fucking miles and fucking miles

. the fucking babies fucking cry

. the fucking flowers fucking die

. the fucking food is fucking muck

. the fucking drains are fucking fucked

. the colour scheme is fucking brown

everywhere in chicken town

the fucking pubs are fucking dull

. the fucking clubs are fucking full

. of fucking girls and fucking guys

with fucking murder in their eyes

. a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed

. waiting for a fucking cab

you fucking stay at fucking home

the fucking neighbors fucking moan

keep the fucking racket down

. this is fucking chicken town

. the fucking train is fucking late

. you fucking wait you fucking wait

. you're fucking lost and fucking found

. stuck in fucking chicken town

. the fucking pies are fucking old

. the fucking chips are fucking cold

. the fucking beer is fucking flat

the fucking flats have fucking rats

the fucking clocks are fucking wrong

the fucking days are fucking long

it fucking gets you fucking down

- EVIDENTLY CHICKEN TOWN

I got this shirt today.

It was a birthday present from ma grils at school.

Usually I dont blog about clothes,

but I thought this deserved a post.

I like it.

I like it because it's so simple, and yet so nice.

I like it because it fits everything.

And I especially like it,

because I got it from my sweet friends,

who btw. are really sneaky,

buying this behind my back,

just as I walk out af the shop,

sad because I didn't have any money to buy it.

BEAUTIFUL MUSIC

Currently my favorite song is "Free money" by Patti Smith.

The song questions the present world we live in. The scary part is how much money really means to us, how greatly we depend on it, and what disgusting desires it brings to mankind nowadays. Most people write songs to become famous, but this clearly is a song written with the intention of touching people with an important message:

Making people open their eyes for what a beautiful world we live in, not being so damn money obsessed and focusing so much on stuff we don’t have.

Through the sarcastic, ironic voice Patti sings with in this song, you clearly fell her anger and frustration about the materialistic view people have on life these days. I really like her honesty and different viewpoints. I can relate to what she sings about, even though it was written over 35 years ago, when the society was entirely different from the one we live in today.

Besides the message she wants to send out, I like the melodic structure in the song. It starts out soft, with the piano evocatively and slowly playing its solo. The tempo rises as more rocky instruments, such as drums, bass, guitar and vocals, are added. In the end the tempo is at the very top, and every instrument plays to the hilt. The song ends with a big bang, which prints the song and the whole message even deeper into your mind. A beautiful song, sung by a beautiful singer.

Since I started at Sankt Annæ gymnasium majoring music, studying among musicians, playing music all the time, thinking about music all the time, talking about music all the time, I'm beginning to love it more and more. Music is the only thing that makes sense around here anymore. And I havent even played for that long.

Wondering how my life would look in ten years from now, if I keep on going like this. Making a living out of playing music, would be living the sweet lifte. Yes it would.

Mr awesome

FINE FRENCH FRIEDNESS

I feel fried. Fried like the one forgotten french fry stuck in the boiling oil.

2 x wild party, musical all weekend from early morning till sundown, homework, homework, homework, cleaning, going to work ect. ect. ect.

But I like being bussy. I think I have a perpetual fear of being restless, a fear of wasting life on stuff that does not matter. What a life, not doing anything. Being nobody.

So really I like feeling fried. Knowing that my life, my dreams, my everyday is not a total waste is after all worth the friedness in the end.

BjöÖöÖöÖöÖöÖöÖöÖrk

... Long day...

My room is a big fat mess. But it always is though. Mother is yelling, but she always is though.

Scenery construction all afternoon for the big musical at school. Paint everywhere. Even between my toes. Wondering how it got there, because I was wearing socks all the time. Who knows?

Not looking forward to gym class tomorrow. We are studying swimming techniques. Not fun.

And now I shall sleep. Goodnight dear.

Tunafish, my favorite dish

Life is art. art is life. no life, no art. art or life or none?. life and art. art and life. no life without art. an art to live life. if art, then life. any art. any life. life of the arts. my life. my art.

SAN FRANSISCO

Mr. Nobody.

Beautiful movie. It discusses the meaning of life and the importance in the choices we every day are ought to make. Through the whole story we jump in between the follows of the different choices, that Nemo makes. I like the fact that you don't have a fully and complete action, but slide between peoples worlds. But best of all, I liked the message, which despite the confusion and randomness, stood very clear to me in the end.

In life you will face allot of choices which will change your life completely. But there is no right answer, only not to choose anything. But that is an option, you can't pick. So live life dangerously, and do not think so much about the future or the past.

Pick the choice you feel the most for, and never look back, because you might get stuck.

wild monday night. wild party. wild friends. wild music. wild dress. wild drama. wild trip home. wild weather. wild cold. wild relationships. wild morning. wild hangovers. wild life. sweet life.

I walk into the room dripping in gold. Yeah dripping in gold.

.YAS.

An hour and twenty minutes, come on.

The murder of Cesar. I'm bored. Signe is blabbing about why he wanted to die.

Wondering about who wrote "SOG" on the wall. On another brick in the wall.

It's a wild time we live in. It was wilder before.

The computer died. I die. You die. We die.

Christmas Quiz.

Weekend.

.YAS.

A quote from a good friend of mine:

"If I eat just one more skittle, I will throw up rainbows"

Math is a wonderful thing. Math is a

really cool thing. So get up, you ass,

lets do some math. Math, math, math.

A little greeting from a girl who's name i don't know..

The most guineas idea of this year.

Combined Stine Goya and Henrik

Vibskov stock sale can only be 100%

sweet. And it was. I didnt have any

money as usual, but i could stand there

and drool all over all the stuff I'm so

much going to wish for for christmas.

Weekend.woop.qoow.bnekeeW

Sitting in school and blogging. Fucking hardcore crime ridin'.

We are listening to blues podcasts we made our selves, which actually is pretty interesting. Blues is interesting. I like music class.

We are having a good time laughing at each others recorded voices, which sounds ridicules.

It is lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol.

Fantastic music. I listend to this an awful lot when I was little, but then I stopped. I wonder why.. But now I just dogged it up from my fathers old vinyl collection, and had completely forgotten how great they are!

☜☝☞☟

Which way to go?

DAMN BEUTIFUL BOYS

MA DAY

Today I had a nice day.

I spent half of it in the school, which was fine.. I fell asleep in the science class, almost lost my friends mittens and ate allot of raisins. I like raisins. What a wild day of school, indeed.

Afterwords I went home, cooked some pasta, and arrived late (as usual) for the theatrepractice. In the break I found a little bag of candy in the kitchen, which I insidiously ate with my best friend. uh CRIME..

Now im home, sitting on my bed, feeling a bit restless. I think I will paint my fingernails red. And maybe also wash my hair.. It is pretty greasy.

Hello Friday

Pictures from culturebox. Good music, good beer, good
people, good kebab, good talks, good evening, good life.

COPENHAGEN

I love being young in Copenhagen.

I love the people of Copenhagen. The wack, wierd and wonderful people of Copenhagen. I love them truly.

I love the food, I love the smell. I love the buildings and the architecture.

I love the parties, I love the so much. I love the music and the culture.

I love the atmosphere and the way things are taken as they come.

I love the rainy days, I love the sunny days. I love every single day of living.

Because the greatest thing is to be young and free in Copenhagen!

Friday. Sitting and eating homemade pasta with spicy tomato sauce. Chill at Signes place with the girls later and culture box afterwords! Im livin' the sweet life

Lovely film, lovely music. They keep it real, they
keep it simple. Just liketrue film music should be.
I like it.

I miss the US. I miss the white snow at christmas time , I miss the friendly and kind people. I miss the food, the fat, delicious and huge amount you always get. I miss the lovely language, the nature and the big houses. I miss the way you always feel at home no mater where you go. I miss the profit, the kindness and happiness people happily share with each other. I miss it, yes I do. But most of all I miss my Grandma and Grandpa. Miu

It's 3 'o'clock in the morning and i'm awake. It's dark outside. So dark. I cant fall asleep, even though I know I should. Everyone else is. The whole city is sleeping. The silence is creeping up to me and wraps me up tight like a big carpet. The darkness combined with the silence makes me wonder about life. I like thinking about life, because there is no right answer. Only you know what real life is all about. But right now, I wish that thoughts about life would just go away so I could sleep. Goodnight.

Laughing at the russian lady in the Pinoccio song. Having a great time, on top of a wack evening. Lovely.

Two words. Pure art.

Life is a bitch.

"Start with the beginning, and when you get to the end, stop" That was what my dad used to tell me, when I had trouble writhing an essay. These words might sound a bit stupid, but if you really think about them, it's a very clever way of thinking. A problem might be hard and confusing, yes, but you should never give up. Never ever. Just start from the beginning and work your way forward. Keep going after your dream, and never stop, until you have reached it.

That sure is pretty wise.

I love my father when he talks big thoughts. He is always so philosophic and serious and speaks as if he were the wisest man in the world. And all I can do is sit here and nod and lol silently inside. mehehehe

We learn so much in science class!