life.

okay so here's some of life:
irony in my life right now: the only place i could find a belt that wasn't plastic, leather, shiny silver, sequeny, huge, ridiculous, or pricey, was a place called New Yorker. I came all the way to Denmark only to find that my pants fall down a lot and I have to buy something vaguely American.
more irony in life: the people are fit, but i saw the freakin fattest dog i've ever seen in my life. it was a miniature pinscher who had given up it's miniature status. it was now a fat pinscher with small legs and a small head. it was barely waddling. i can't even explain how fat this thing was.
successes in life: not sleeping through my morning orientation like yesterday. and, more importantly, VEGAN DANISH PASTRIES. fuck yes. fuck yes.
failures in life: groceries. i suck at groceries, the whole idea of groceries, everything about them. i bought bread with milk actually IN the title, and didn't realize it. i should have waited till my second danish class when we learned food names. i also bought marmalade and i have no idea what's in it ("sukrose" i know) but it is SO GROSS. but i refuse to waste. so i'll choke it down on thick slices of fucking milky bread. gross.
more failures in life: plastic. up until now. i was sort of going to go easy on it but then i just read an inconvenient truth and FUCK IT i'm not going to do plastic. so i'm hand washing clothes in the kitchen sink with bronners soap that comes in paper, (not to mention only using bronners plus a conditioner bar in the shower), and fuck bread after this milky stuff, i'll just eat my sandwich toppings without bread. i don't have time to make bread (or any idea how to find those ingredients) so i'll just go without. i think i'll eat mostly tomato/mushroom stacks (instead of sandwiches) and soymilk (found that! success!) and whole fruit and whatever else i can find.
observations in life: danish babies are the cutest babies in the whole world, and they know it. the looks on their faces... trust me. they know it. danish kids are the COOLEST kids in the whole world. i saw a tiny little girl with long blonde hair on the back of her moms bike, wearing skull-covered chucks-esque type high top sneakers. she must have been 5. all the kids are like that, so urban, so chic. ridiculous, but i love it.
more observations in life: copenhagen absolutely wins the Hayley award for bikes. I knew it before i came here but it's only been confirmed. you would NOT believe the bikes. they are everywhere. they are expensive, cheap, run down, shiny, fallen over, locked up, beat up, parked 40 to 10 square feet, sporty, dorky... they are everything. people ride with a dog on a leash, people ride with babies in the back with tiny helmets, people ride and hold large objects, people ride in armani suits and high heels, people ride, people ride. and yes, we (i include myself in "danish bikers" now) DO queue up like tetris pieces at lights. they have lights just for bikes!
observations in life: lights go green-yellow-red-(like in america)-but then-yellowANDred-back to green. and everyone (bikers anyway) just go on the yellow-red combo. it's like, what's the point.
observations in life: i can see how easy it could be to get caught up in the fashion/consumerism. the trendy shops, the chic clothes, the stylish people. luckily i have that guilt chromosome that prevents me from buying much. for instance i almost cried today in a yarn shop because i couldn't read the labels to find out which yarn came from animals and which didn't. so i didn't buy any. i did have to buy that belt though. oh well.
observation in life: yes, the danish people are good looking and fit. but i mean, they're not like.. so gorgeous it hurts. maybe it's just because they all have a kind of strong jaw, not like huge or anything, but they're not very.. delicate looking. they look like they can take you on. and i guess that makes them a little less pretty to me, but i mean who cares, it doesn't really matter. also, they're not, like, exclusively blonde. i mean, yeah probably 65%ish are. but it's not like you(I) stand out if you're(I'm) not. in fact, i think actually i fit in rather well. i already wear stuff that doesn't stick out too much--a lot of gray, black (although i've noticed they don't wear much blue, green, or brown, which i also wear a bit of), and i mean... i dunno i guess i just.. i don't think i stick out, that's all.
okay i don't feel like doing this anymore. but there's a real update anyway.

d a n i s h

sitting in my danish apartment!
on danish wireless internet that i'm picking up from some danish neighbor!
and the computer has decided i must be danish and therefore all the internet is in danish...
with my danish bike outside, on a danish street. in denmark.
which is where i am.

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tally for the summer

bees*: 6
hayley: 0

*to include hornets (5) and yellow jackets (1)

it's not over yet, apocritas!

more weekends, over.

i had friends from school visit this past weekend.
was fun. a little sad.

it's my last week of work.

i'm going to see Stars in Amsterdam in september. tickets ordered!
and probably Broken Social Scene in London.
and maybe Iron & Wine in Leeds.
hopefully a yoga retreat in either ireland or italy.
and some backpacking, somewhere.

listen to the following for an improved quality of life:
The Blow- Parentheses
The Blow- Fists Up