Life is Short

Simply for shits and giggles i´ve decided to stop being such an ass and update this thing (I hold facebook to blame). Woot. My life isnt interesting anymore? Neh... its plenty interesting.. I know you´re just dying to know aaaaall about it.

A project I had today. Pretty much, I had to write a friend, and invite them for a week trip with my family to a summer house - here is the madness (translation will follow):

Hej Marie,
Hvordan går det? Min mor og far har lånt et sommerhus i Tisvilde næste uge. Jeg vil tage med dem. Vil do komme med mig til Tisvilde næste uge? Du kan også tage din kæreste med. Jeg lover at hente dig på stationen. Kan du komme kl. 14 på fridag? Send mig en sms eller mail og fortæl om du vil med.
Hej hej
Melissa

TRANSLATION: Hey Maria, hows it going? My mom and dad have rented a summerhouse in Tisvilde next week. I'm going along. Can you come with me to Tisvilde next week? You can bring your boyfriend along too. I promise to pick you up at the station. Can you come at 14:00 on Friday? Send me an sms or email about what you think.
Bye
Melissa


And here is the reply... (written by me as well)



Hej Melissa
Jeg synes det er en godt idé. Jeg vil komme med dig til Tisvilde. Men min kæreste kan ikke kom. Han er arbejde den weekenden. Jeg vil komme kl. 14 på Fridag. Vi ses.
Marie.

TRANSLATION: Hey Melissa, I think that's a good idea. I WILL come with you till Tisvilde. But my boyfriend can't come. He's working that weekend. I'll come at 14:00 on Friday. See you
Maria

I'm brilliant, arent I? :D I think I'm starting to realize how fast this is going. I've been in school for a whole 2 months. And not long months either. My teacher's coming with MORE excersizes for me to do because I went through this one too fast. My classmates (who have been in school for about 6 months more than me) are still working on this project.. I'm feeling a bit good about myself right now (moment of extra self absorbtion...)

I´m 20. Can you believe it? I cant. I´m in denial. I dont want to be 20. 19 was such a good year... so many new things happened, so many new people met, so many memories, some incredibly good, some not so much... but even those have a warm glow to them now. Yeh.. in denial. I´m not 20... no......

Michelle 5, originally uploaded by Mel Bjerregaard.

That´s my sister.. we were being silly and having fun. I like the result.

Can you believe that, after all this time, I can still hear just one song and turn into a jelly mess of nostalgia and sentimentality..? It´s true... I can. It´s another one of those scenarios that, when I actually really think about the details of it, I was miserable half the time when it was actually taking place. But the truth showed itself the moment I made the decision to bail. It crushed me more than I realized, and somehow I don´t think I´ve recovered. I still do wonder, sometimes, how my life would be now, if I hadn´t bailed. Where would I be? What would I be doing right now? Maybe, just maybe, I wouldnt be sitting here, dreading getting up at 5 am tomorrow morning to bugger off to school, while painting my nails garish fugly colors just because. Maybe I´d actually be doing something useful with my life. Maybe I´d be happy somewhere, completely, blissfully oblivious to every little annoying detail and memory that now buzzes about in my brain...
And why all this nostalgia..? One song. Just one. And this is the one:



This song brings back feelings of sweltering hot Antalya summer days, sleeping on 15th story balconies, swimming all day in retarded beach water that was freezing cold for the 10 inches and then unbearably sickeningly warm under that... being sunburnt over sunburn... sitting on the roof of the 16 story apartment building and singing Mother Let Me Live...
Bleh... good times...
And somehow I dont think any of the people that were there at that point in time in my life will ever read this... if they do... I love you guys :D

Oh, and this ones for Cal (again, i doubt he´ll ever see it, but for sentimentality´s sake, he´s the one that got the, as he put it, "whip sound" [lie lie lie *whip sound*... lol] forever stuck in my brain...)

HAHA look look!! Its too cool :D

Remember that song...? Ever wondered if it would actually ever happen like that..? Whether, if put into that sort of situation, you'd actually feel so strongly against evolution being taught as fact in schools? I did... And I just had a "Charlie Made A Monkey" take on it. (Almost. Thankfully I didnt jump up on my desk and start doing the monkey dance).

And all for what? Just the stupid idea that they were teaching that Denmark was 13,000 years old. But amazingly enough it made my blood boil. What to do? First thing I did when lunch break came was hightailed it to the computers as if hell in all its fury was on my tail, and now, I'm writing this.

I thought it was quite amazing how deeply ingrained all the things we learned as kids can become. I thought it was all just water off a ducks back, but apparently it's stuck, to become the guidelines whereby I think and live.

At least I'm happy I was brought up well. Thank you.

I had an epiphany the other day. It adds a whole new twist to the One-Wife vision. You see, I was thinking over the pros and cons of the one wife vision, from a single's perspective, and, to be honest, it was over all the parents who seemed to benefit the most. (This, of course, is just in general. You always have the case of the single who does nothing while the couple with kids slaves away, suporting the home and juggling the kids at the same time, but that's a different case)

Now. To look at the One-Wife vision - "the children dont just belong to the biological parents - they are our future, all of ours; we should all therefore take care of them as if they WERE our very own..."

Now thats all good and well, especially for those who happen to love children and love taking care of them. It also happens to be especially good for that couple who somehow ended up with 10 plus children and nowhere to put them. But what about those who really honestly DO want to live the one wife vision to the fullest, but really seem to have a trial with that family who keeps popping out the babies like they were paid for it, only for those babies to be dumped on that poor single at the end of the day? They want to be in the Lords highest will, and they try the hardest, but it just doesnt seem fair......

Now there is the crunch line - If they ARE, in fact, all of our children, and if we SHOULD, in fact, take them under our wing as if they were ours, then should it not be ALL of our decision whether or not those parents have those kids in the first place? Because, lets face it, if you choose to have a kid against MY will, you cant really expect me to take care of that kid, and dont pull the "One-Wife" wild card on me when you feel like your brains about to explode out of your head because your number 11 twins are bawling their heads off, the todler just crapped on the floor, your 5 year old just drew all over the wall and your teenage daughter just told you she's pregnant. ("Hey, its not that bad, we'll just pull ANOTHER one-wife wild card on THAT baby too! Praise the Lord!") Bull SHIT.

School sucks. No wait, school doesnt suck. The friggin bus sucks. Imagine sitting on a straight upright seat for 1 hour 45 minutes STRAIGHT!! Sucky sucky suckadoodledo. I dont like it. Thus is the exact reason for me perchasing a fucking expensive power drink to wake myself up (oh yeh SUUUURE... i feel REALLY powerful now - hell i even feel like a superhero!! *glug glug* caaaaarlsburg!!... *snort*). Who the hell spends 20 kroner (normal human translation: 2 euro) on half a liter of liquid? I mean, unless that half a litre is liquid nitrogen and you're gona blow the whole world up...

What to do. I have acknowledged my neglect, and I am atempting (rather furiously) to rectify it. (I tell you, I spent hours yesterday sitting in front of my computer screen, writing and re-writing blog posts, only to leave the page without saving - PURPOSEFULLY!! *you didnt miss anything. They sucked*)

Yet another week of school. Another week of getting up at 5 bloody am to catch the bloody bus to bloody school. *rolls eyes* My daddy's singing at the bowling center this weekend tho, thats the coolest cool thing to happen since french fries i tell you... and then NEXT weekend, KARAOKE!! We'll take pix. Then you get to see. See see, you get to see. You you you get to to see. Hip hip hurahhhhhhhhhh-ie.

"This is how it seems to me... life is only therapy. Real expensive and no guarantee."

Neglect has not been adhered to just for the simple sake of neglect. Furthering of the grey cells has caused afore said neglect. In other words, dont blame me, blame the government.

The all new way to play with fire... this is how you do it kids
And yayy...? For flash
Check out the smoke. It´s awesomer than awesome
Claus trying to be happy and celebrate the new year. We ran around lighting the fire works with cigarettes. No we werent drunk. Well, I wasnt in any case.
Having some deep meaningful conversation 
Watching in antisipation as the cigarette-lit firecracker takes flight (note the clenched hand - it was FREEZING!!)
Yay!!! So many pretty fire works
I´m so excitiing... I just cant stand it... (no you wont get it, dont bother. Very few people will get it)
Me snoozie hats that i got for a grand total of 4 euro.
CHEERS!! Same procedure as last year madam? Yes James... Same procedure as EVERY year.

some pix from New Years Eve... and stuff. Enjoy... and stuff...

I woke up happy, although somewhat befuddled as to what I was now to do with my life, or say, next week. Then the empty feeling began creeping back in. Christmas was over. New Years was over. The cycle has begun again. And I had to ask, yet again, as I do at the beginning of every year, "What now?" You live through the year to see the end... Just to see it start all over again - the cruel cycle. What´s it all for?