Yes, my beloved (and behated) biffles, as you all know I'm going to Denmark.
Here's a place for you to angst about me not being in our boring, boring town. I'm sure your lives are now meaningless, because as you all know, this is an Annyuicentric universe, and everything revolves around me.
I EXPECT A BAZILLION POSTS IN THIS JOURNAL WHEN I GET BACK, OR YOU'RE OUT OF MY WILL! GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR!
Tuesday:
So, as I'm posting this I have had only an hour of sleep within the last 24 hours. The plane was that bad. As I'm posting this you're all going to school, haha. We went to see the Little Mermaid statue, which was as big as me, and I'm very very tired now. By the way, I can't touch-type on this computer because there's extra keys, but I CAN type these cool letters: Æ Å Ø.
Wednesday:
I got one hour of sleep within 31 hours yesterday, then I slept for 12. We walked around Copenhagen and it was intense. Tomorrow, we're going to Tivoli with a 14-year-old who's learning English. We went on a boat tour around the harbor, too, and we got more pictures of the Little Mermaid statue. Apparently it's the signiture of Copenhagen. By the way, they have I [heart] CPH shirts here. I might use one as my gym shirt, but they're sort of expensive (150 kroner; look up the rate yourself and see how much that is in dollars). I went to the Danish equivilant of a dollar store, too; everything was 20 kroner or less. I bought a 10 kroner bracelet, which is about $1.80. And, by the way, Danish sounds sort of like a seal with throat problems, or maybe someone who begins to speak English but then someone steps on his toe and he gets cut off. But almost everything is a cognate or a false cognate (Apples = Æble; Orange = Appel Sin) so I either make a fool of myself or get everything right. You all better post here soon, or I'll just stay in Denmark.
Thursday n' Friday:
Okay so, since I was also MAD CRAZY BUSY yesterday, I'm making the post today. We walked around downtown Herlev (where my Aunt Ina and Uncle Bill live) and I bought y'all some KINDEREGGS. They were MAD CRAZY EXPENSIVE too (each box was 18 kroner (that's $3.25 per box, and there are only 3 eggs in each box so I had to buy like 5)). Then we left for Tivoli at 4:30ish (you guys were probably still sleeping cause that's 10:30 AM) and we waiting outside Tivoli for almost 2 hours for my dad's cousin and his girlfriend before it started raining and my grandma was like "Hell to the no, we're going home." So Andie and I were MAD CRAZY DISAPPOINTED EMO and we were waiting for the train (I had already clipped my ticket, too!) when suddenly we get a call that was like "Hey, they're waiting inside Tivoli, and it's not raining, so come back and have fun!" So my grandma goes "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine" and we turn around and go into Tivoli and have a gay old time. Or is that Bedrock? Well, either way, there were a lot of pansies everywhere(zzzzing!). And I met Manya, who's name I probably spelled MAD CRAZY WRONG, who's my age and we became friends despite the fact that she's not fluent in English and doesn't know what a mall is (they don't have them in Denmark), and I'm probably going to her school with her on Teusday cause the Danes still have school and I'm like "MAD CRAZY HAHA!" And it was funny cause Manya would say things like "The girls in my class are... they're bitches. Am I using that word right, little bitches?" and I just laugh and wonder where she learned that word in the first place. Is it not a bad word in England/Scotland/Ireland, so their teacher teaches it to them?
Aaaaand now it's Friday and we went to the Experimentarium, which is Denmark's version of the Liberty Science Center. Which was actually cool cause everything was in English and I defied the idea that women have sucky upper-arm strength. I was sick last night, though, and I got MAD CRAZY ALMOST NO SLEEP. And I have some redonculous pictures of my DECAPITATED HEAD even though it was really some weird mirror trick so you can't see me body. And there were people being like "Hey! That bucket that you're using to fill up sand at that exhibit is for little kids to stand on! And you're like 5 years older than everyone else here!" and I was like "Well guess what I don't speak Danish so I can't understand you" and they're like "Well fine I'll start talking in English" and I'm like "s**t." So, anyway, I won't stay in Denmark for forever. Just until Wednesday. And then even though you guys will be all "Yay it's 3:30 PM!" I'll be all MAD CRAZY MIND-BLOWN-UP because I'll think it's really 9:30. So, you people better tell everyone that I'm updating this, cause you don't seem to be doing that cause no one's posted more than once besides Sammy and Maura. Who are MAD CRAZY AWESOME. And I'm MAD CRAZY HOMESICK. And I'm MAD CRAZY OVERUSING THIS EXPRESSION.
Saturday n Sunday:
Okay, this will be quick. Not like any of you guys are actually reading this. Yesterday we went to the Viking ship museum and I blew lots of cash on suveniers I don't think anyone will like. We also drove around the country for an hour. Apparently there are storks in Denmark. Also, the Danish word for speed is fart.
And today we went to visit my cousin-once-removed Sandra. She's a police cop. She lives with a police cop husband, and she has a police cop dog named Watson, whom I lurve. If you say 'your place' in Danish to him, he drops whatever he's doing and sits on your left side, and if anyone tries to attack you he grabs onto their arm. I don't know how to spell in Danish, but that's okay. Then we had a surprise trip to Bakken, an amusement park hidden in the middle of some woods. So Andie was complaining like 'WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO TO THE WOODS?' but I knew we were going to an amusement park because I'm psychic. And because I recognized the name from a conversation that took place earlier in the week.
I miss New Jersey.
Monday:
So, today is Monday, but I don't care cause I'm cool like that. We visited police cop Sandra's police cop husband Hans at his police cop job with his police cop canine partner Watson. It was intense. We went to the police cop station, and I rode a police cop horse named Chavez around the parking lot. Aparently, Denmarkians still have police cop horses. The man was all like 'Hey, ride this horse,' and I was like 'Hey, I've only sat on one once and it was for Girl Scouts' and he was like 'So you're chicken?' and I was like 'Yesh.' But I rode him anyway. Then Watson came up in his police cop car and Hans gave us a demonstration. First, Hans' lesser police cop rookie had to run in the woods and hide, and as soon as Watson was let go he ran straight up to the police cop rookie and started barking like 'HERE HE IS I FINDED HIM.' Then the police cop rookie had to pretend to be a bad guy running away, and then when Hans let go of Watson he ran up and dragged the police cop rookie to the ground, then proceeded to tear his arm off and claim it as his hunt. Fortunately, the rookie had been wearing an oversized practice arm, so watson was running around with this padded arm guard. Then we drove for a real long time and took a ferry to Sweden. So I've been to 2 other countries this summer! I confused the poor Swedish salesdrone, too. I asked her if she took Danish money and she had to ask her superviser (in Swedish) then when she turned to tell me the answer she told me in Swedish, then asked her super´viser something in English. Eventually, I had to pay 70 kroner for my 2 pens instead of 58, because Swedes hate Danes or something. So then I fell asleep on the car ride home. Tomorrow, I'm going to school with Manya! With the girls who are apparently little bitches am I using that right?!
Teusday:
So I went to Danish school today. I can now honestly say I've spent a day in a school and I literally didn't understand a word. Okay, so I understood Manja. Turns out I was spelling her name wrong the whole time. Kids in Denmark have like massive freedom in their schools, and I'd tell you about them but I'm lazy and Andie wants to play cards. So, I can just tell you all in person tomorrow. My plane is due to come in at 2:45 US time, but it'll probably be forever until I get home. So yeah. I love seeing a huge amount of comments, so go ahead. Just make sure you don't put like 2 words per comment. That'd piss me off. Oh, and I saw an elevator with a button that says 'i fart.' Just like that. I took a picture.
ONE MORE DAY AND I'M HOME.
Here's a place for you to angst about me not being in our boring, boring town. I'm sure your lives are now meaningless, because as you all know, this is an Annyuicentric universe, and everything revolves around me.
I EXPECT A BAZILLION POSTS IN THIS JOURNAL WHEN I GET BACK, OR YOU'RE OUT OF MY WILL! GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR!
Tuesday:
So, as I'm posting this I have had only an hour of sleep within the last 24 hours. The plane was that bad. As I'm posting this you're all going to school, haha. We went to see the Little Mermaid statue, which was as big as me, and I'm very very tired now. By the way, I can't touch-type on this computer because there's extra keys, but I CAN type these cool letters: Æ Å Ø.
Wednesday:
I got one hour of sleep within 31 hours yesterday, then I slept for 12. We walked around Copenhagen and it was intense. Tomorrow, we're going to Tivoli with a 14-year-old who's learning English. We went on a boat tour around the harbor, too, and we got more pictures of the Little Mermaid statue. Apparently it's the signiture of Copenhagen. By the way, they have I [heart] CPH shirts here. I might use one as my gym shirt, but they're sort of expensive (150 kroner; look up the rate yourself and see how much that is in dollars). I went to the Danish equivilant of a dollar store, too; everything was 20 kroner or less. I bought a 10 kroner bracelet, which is about $1.80. And, by the way, Danish sounds sort of like a seal with throat problems, or maybe someone who begins to speak English but then someone steps on his toe and he gets cut off. But almost everything is a cognate or a false cognate (Apples = Æble; Orange = Appel Sin) so I either make a fool of myself or get everything right. You all better post here soon, or I'll just stay in Denmark.
Thursday n' Friday:
Okay so, since I was also MAD CRAZY BUSY yesterday, I'm making the post today. We walked around downtown Herlev (where my Aunt Ina and Uncle Bill live) and I bought y'all some KINDEREGGS. They were MAD CRAZY EXPENSIVE too (each box was 18 kroner (that's $3.25 per box, and there are only 3 eggs in each box so I had to buy like 5)). Then we left for Tivoli at 4:30ish (you guys were probably still sleeping cause that's 10:30 AM) and we waiting outside Tivoli for almost 2 hours for my dad's cousin and his girlfriend before it started raining and my grandma was like "Hell to the no, we're going home." So Andie and I were MAD CRAZY DISAPPOINTED EMO and we were waiting for the train (I had already clipped my ticket, too!) when suddenly we get a call that was like "Hey, they're waiting inside Tivoli, and it's not raining, so come back and have fun!" So my grandma goes "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine" and we turn around and go into Tivoli and have a gay old time. Or is that Bedrock? Well, either way, there were a lot of pansies everywhere(zzzzing!). And I met Manya, who's name I probably spelled MAD CRAZY WRONG, who's my age and we became friends despite the fact that she's not fluent in English and doesn't know what a mall is (they don't have them in Denmark), and I'm probably going to her school with her on Teusday cause the Danes still have school and I'm like "MAD CRAZY HAHA!" And it was funny cause Manya would say things like "The girls in my class are... they're bitches. Am I using that word right, little bitches?" and I just laugh and wonder where she learned that word in the first place. Is it not a bad word in England/Scotland/Ireland, so their teacher teaches it to them?
Aaaaand now it's Friday and we went to the Experimentarium, which is Denmark's version of the Liberty Science Center. Which was actually cool cause everything was in English and I defied the idea that women have sucky upper-arm strength. I was sick last night, though, and I got MAD CRAZY ALMOST NO SLEEP. And I have some redonculous pictures of my DECAPITATED HEAD even though it was really some weird mirror trick so you can't see me body. And there were people being like "Hey! That bucket that you're using to fill up sand at that exhibit is for little kids to stand on! And you're like 5 years older than everyone else here!" and I was like "Well guess what I don't speak Danish so I can't understand you" and they're like "Well fine I'll start talking in English" and I'm like "s**t." So, anyway, I won't stay in Denmark for forever. Just until Wednesday. And then even though you guys will be all "Yay it's 3:30 PM!" I'll be all MAD CRAZY MIND-BLOWN-UP because I'll think it's really 9:30. So, you people better tell everyone that I'm updating this, cause you don't seem to be doing that cause no one's posted more than once besides Sammy and Maura. Who are MAD CRAZY AWESOME. And I'm MAD CRAZY HOMESICK. And I'm MAD CRAZY OVERUSING THIS EXPRESSION.
Saturday n Sunday:
Okay, this will be quick. Not like any of you guys are actually reading this. Yesterday we went to the Viking ship museum and I blew lots of cash on suveniers I don't think anyone will like. We also drove around the country for an hour. Apparently there are storks in Denmark. Also, the Danish word for speed is fart.
And today we went to visit my cousin-once-removed Sandra. She's a police cop. She lives with a police cop husband, and she has a police cop dog named Watson, whom I lurve. If you say 'your place' in Danish to him, he drops whatever he's doing and sits on your left side, and if anyone tries to attack you he grabs onto their arm. I don't know how to spell in Danish, but that's okay. Then we had a surprise trip to Bakken, an amusement park hidden in the middle of some woods. So Andie was complaining like 'WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO TO THE WOODS?' but I knew we were going to an amusement park because I'm psychic. And because I recognized the name from a conversation that took place earlier in the week.
I miss New Jersey.
Monday:
So, today is Monday, but I don't care cause I'm cool like that. We visited police cop Sandra's police cop husband Hans at his police cop job with his police cop canine partner Watson. It was intense. We went to the police cop station, and I rode a police cop horse named Chavez around the parking lot. Aparently, Denmarkians still have police cop horses. The man was all like 'Hey, ride this horse,' and I was like 'Hey, I've only sat on one once and it was for Girl Scouts' and he was like 'So you're chicken?' and I was like 'Yesh.' But I rode him anyway. Then Watson came up in his police cop car and Hans gave us a demonstration. First, Hans' lesser police cop rookie had to run in the woods and hide, and as soon as Watson was let go he ran straight up to the police cop rookie and started barking like 'HERE HE IS I FINDED HIM.' Then the police cop rookie had to pretend to be a bad guy running away, and then when Hans let go of Watson he ran up and dragged the police cop rookie to the ground, then proceeded to tear his arm off and claim it as his hunt. Fortunately, the rookie had been wearing an oversized practice arm, so watson was running around with this padded arm guard. Then we drove for a real long time and took a ferry to Sweden. So I've been to 2 other countries this summer! I confused the poor Swedish salesdrone, too. I asked her if she took Danish money and she had to ask her superviser (in Swedish) then when she turned to tell me the answer she told me in Swedish, then asked her super´viser something in English. Eventually, I had to pay 70 kroner for my 2 pens instead of 58, because Swedes hate Danes or something. So then I fell asleep on the car ride home. Tomorrow, I'm going to school with Manya! With the girls who are apparently little bitches am I using that right?!
Teusday:
So I went to Danish school today. I can now honestly say I've spent a day in a school and I literally didn't understand a word. Okay, so I understood Manja. Turns out I was spelling her name wrong the whole time. Kids in Denmark have like massive freedom in their schools, and I'd tell you about them but I'm lazy and Andie wants to play cards. So, I can just tell you all in person tomorrow. My plane is due to come in at 2:45 US time, but it'll probably be forever until I get home. So yeah. I love seeing a huge amount of comments, so go ahead. Just make sure you don't put like 2 words per comment. That'd piss me off. Oh, and I saw an elevator with a button that says 'i fart.' Just like that. I took a picture.
ONE MORE DAY AND I'M HOME.
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