DANHOSTEL DANTAXI HANA_DAN_

i swore i wouldn't be a lameass and go to a hostel but when i realized the time was only 3pm and not 7pm like it felt, and i had visited every shop worth visiting on strøget, which is like the lovechild of camden high street and takeshita dori, and in pisserenden i tried to find a hostel. i was incredibly lucky, the second hostel i went to also had a note on their door saying they're full but i felt so dizzy and hopeless and stuff i went and asked if there's any chance there's going to be cancelations and there was one free bed in the entire 20 floor hostel, and i got it! yayayayay yall. later when i went to the hostel bar for a beer (excuse for trying to make a friend or two because i'd been alone all day) i befriended three local guys and we went to one of their's fucking huge and amazing place and drank tequila. i'm not hung over but i'm shaking. had some pretty nice hostel breakfast but i only managed to finish 2 glasses of orange juice, 4 of apple juice and 2 glasses of water. now i'm eating some crisps, tho.

now i'm in the hostel lobby/café, waiting for edith and wia to arrive from berlin because i'm not going to drag my luggage with me like yesterday. no sir.

getting the fuck out of finland

i'm on the plane to copenhagen, it's about to leave and such. not sure where i'll be sleeping tonight.

Resident Evil 4

this entry has absolutely nothing to do with resident evil 4, btw.











i'll be going to copenhagen on friday with edith. or technically i'm going alone and meeting her there since she's in berlin now.

rehab

i feel slightly insane, like i'm not quite existing. or maybe existing more than ever, go figure. a result of foam parties, love parties, copious amounts of cigarettes, and too much bret easton ellis, i'm sure.

so i wasn't going to go to mama yesterday because i thought it'd be beyond totally super embarrassing to go there three nights in a row but of course i ended up there wearing my expensive, totally lovely pinky girls dress which i wasn't going near that foam in but what's the point of being at a foam party if you're not going to take advantage of it so i went to the pizzeria next door and asked for two plastic bags which i ripped and made into a skirt. it looked totally marvelous (not really).

now i'm on the train to my grandma. which is good, kinda like rehab. plus she's fantastic. you may think your grandparents are awesome but what do you know, anyway.

tol my mama

krippe went to indonesia and i've been trying really hard to not go totally bella swan on everyone. i've been distracting myself with a combination of partying and pride week (=partying at mama).


lol.

today i've been listening to dancing with myself and i follow rivers on repeat. OH BOY IS THAT THE TIME YOU GUYS I WAS GOING TO MAKE THIS THE BEST ENTRY IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD BUT I'VE GOTTA RUN BC I'M MEETING STELLA AND STELLA.

ETERNAL LOVE ATCHA XOXO

ON A QUEST TO BECOME AWESOME AGAIN

I WANT TO DIG MY BRAIN OUT AND CONSUME IT. my god, you boys and girls. i used to be so bloody awesome. then something went wrong. now i suck. why do i have to suck now? i don't want to suck. i want to be awesome again.

anyway. imma dye my hair white.

today we're going to tomas to eat and drink and mingle. hope it'll be a blast.


i was so skinny and pretty last summer :''------(

777777777777

i am so not going to deal with my home looking totally disgusting right now.

i'm not a student anymore so i'll have to find myself a new apartment within 3 months. i'm excited but at the same time i'm totally exhausted and don't want to deal with anything, i just want to lay down and eat non-vegan ice cream and non-vegan crisps. HOW I WISH I HAD SOME TALENT I COULD MAKE MONEY OUT OF. the only one i can think of is giving blow jobs and i'm too old and frigid and fat to be feeling it.

IF I HAD A FUCKLOAD OF MONEY AND LIKE DIAMONDS AND SHIT LIKE THAT i could buy myself a fancy apartment. i could travel anywhere anytime. i could shop all the time, every day. of course sooner or later, most likely sooner, i'd go totally less than zero and start making snuff-films and start having satan worshipping orgies at my summer house but until then it'd be bliss.

well then, my ever so dear friends, i'll have to drag my ass to the postal office and pick up a mystery package. it is indeed a mystery even to myself. how exciting