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I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine

I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine

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[	music	|	Gary Jules - Mad world (fra Donnie Darko)	]

Jeg har opgivet at skrive på engelsk, da jeg så sjældent skriver (hvilket minder mig om at jeg burde sende mine venner besked om denne side. Må efterhånden have skaffet en del koder -eller har de opgivet det nu? Kan ikke huske, må hellere tjekke.) Universitetet starter om 7 dage - arrrk! Jeg har endnu ikke fået læst andre af de pensumopgivede værker end Ibsens "Gengangere" Bad, bad me. Starter på Goethe i morgen. Lover det. (Det har jeg sagt i en måned nu.) Derudover mangler jeg endnu at skrive mit oplæg til onsdagsmødet i Filipskirken - som er i næste måned. OG oplægget til alfa. Fuck! Nå, ja.

De sjove ting: Har været i Skotland med Mikkel, Jens og Rebekka fra mit studie. Newcastle, Inverness og Edinburgh. Dog kun 5 dage, så det var begrænset hvad vi kunne nå at se. Highlights på turen: Første nat hvor vi sov på nogle bænke ved en kirke, fordi vi ikke kunne finde et sted at sove, og Mikkel vækker os alle ved udråbet "Fordømt! Utøj!" Det var en rotte. *fniser* At gå under bordet sidste nat i Edinburgh efter 1 øl, 1 shot Baily, og 1 falsk whisky. Hurra for vores stamnia. At vække de tre andre halv seks om morgenen fordi jeg troede at klokken var ti (vi skulle melde tilbage til hostellet inden ti hvorvidt vi ville sove der endnu en nat), få Mikkel (stakkels dreng!) til at stå ud af sin varme seng, og selv promte falde i søvn igen. At løbe ned af et stejlt skotsk bjerg fordi vi var ved at komme for sent til bussen. (Mikkel har fotobeviser af en næsten-død Jens.)At se Mikkel og Jens slås om Paris Hilton's dyd(Åh! Paris Hilton var også med på turen. Drengene købte et dameblad, rev siderne med hende ud, og bar dem stolt med OVERALT!) på slottet Urukhai (eller hvad det nu var det hed) ved Loch Ness' bredder. Italienske turister har fotobeviser. ^_~
Og så var der selvfølgelig det smukke skotske højland. (Det burde have en hel side for sig selv... Men det får det ikke.) Wauuu!!!! Det var en fantastisk tur.

I går var jeg -for første gang- til The Black Cat. M. specielt. Jeg havde taget det rigtige tøj på (omend jeg hørte til den absolutte ærbare ende) så jeg faldt ikke for meget igennem. Alas! I could get no play; Alas! all the boys were gay.... Næsten. Eller biseksuelle. Der var ihvertfald en masse m/m kysseri. (Og andet, men der lukkede jeg øjnene fast i. "My eyes, my eyes...!") Ok, før dette kommer til at lyde som et orgie, må jeg hellere slå fast, at The Black Cat er en natklub for gothere, altså folk hvis yndlingsfarve er sort. (Og ikke at forveksle med Punk-folket. Det bliver de meget fornærmede over.) Jeg var inviteret af Martin, og tog derhen sammen med hans søster, Maiken, hendes mand Jakob, og tog af deres venner, Mikkel og Bue. Senere kom også Cat og Robert. (Cat havde de mest amazing gummi flagermusevinger på -det var hende der i sin tid introducerede mig til HPfandom, nærmere betegnet Draco-trilogien. Så jeg har meget at være hende taknemmelig for.) Jeg mødte også Kevin derinde -noget der overraskede mig, men egentligt ikke burde have. Blev tilbudt gratis drink af en af bartenderne, men kunne ikke høre hvad han sagde over musikken (der var endnu en af overraskelsesmomenterne. Havde regnet med dark, dark, dark musik, men fik 80'er elektronisk og grunge. Straaaange. (Og Rammstein selvfølgelig -til billeder af Sleepy Hollow filmen)) Men en virkelig sjov aften. Må gøres igen.

To my own endless amusement:

Which Harry Potter Male is Stalking You? by Dooreatoe
Name/Username
Favorite Color
Your Stalker	Severus Snape
Days he has been stalking you	104
Where he is right now	Peering in through the window
How do you find out?	He proposes to you in the Great Hall
How it all ends	He kills you, not being able to handle your beauty
Quiz created with MemeGen!

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A v. long HP-meme gacked from

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Your True Nature by llScorpiusll
Username
The quality that most appeals to you:	Intelligence
In a survival situation, you:	Act crazy as a diversion
Your hidden talent is:	A beautiful mind
Your gift is:	An iron constitution
In groups, you:	Perfer to act as security
Your best quality is:	Your insightfulness
Your weakness is:	Your lack of focus
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

Am fairly bored.
Too many exams, too much homework.
University sucks.
Well, not really, but I have no social life whatsoever.
Not even time to write in this silly blog, which is why I'm stopping... now.

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[	music	|	Tori Amos - Raspberry swirl	]

Alas for I can get no play...

Have just finished DV 14. Am writing in bed and is tired. 2 am in Denmark.

( DV ramblings )

On another note, have met v. nice guy. 'Lo mother!

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create your own visited country map
or write about it on the open travel guide

Have just returned from England

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[	music	|	Nelly Furtado - Powerless (Say what you want)	]

Visnede fodtrin
bløder fra din hånd
Spejlet lys af gnister
ved dit åndedrag
glider ind ad et vindue
altid åbent

I wrote that *points proudly*
Have written the first chapter of my story. It's not much, but it's mine. And Christian liked it. Am feeling genuinely happy tonight. Even though I haven't even started on my essay... which shall be turned in by january 12. Ick! But it's almost Christmas...
Reminds me of "Love, Actually" Went to see it with Tine. Was rather disappointed. Expected something more jolly. Not that it wasn't, it's just...I really, really liked the "Sarah&Carl" and their story did not end happily. At least not from my fairytale-point-of-view. Plus Kiera Knightly definitely chose the wrong guy. Or we just didn't get to see exactly why her husband was so perfect. (On the other hand; I've always hated Arthur/Genevieve/Lancelot triangles, so maybe that's just as well -Wonder how I'll deal with "Troy" and the fact that Orlando Bloom plays PP. *swoons* The fact that Brad Pitt plays Achilles doesn't disturb me half as much. I've always hated him(Achilles, that is. I don't hate BP -I just don't like him. But I digress.))
Peter Pan will not come out this Christmas. Am ever so disappointed. Another reason to leave this godforsaken country. No White Christmas either. Just a grey blurry mass. Rain. *Shudders*

I've seen The Lord of the Rings!!! Wonderful, wonderful. Spent the last hour sobbing desperately into my kleenex.
Think Martin laughed at me.
Didn't win the competition. Did not have a bow. Or a long white beard. But think I was v. pretty.
Very sleepy next day. 12 hours sitting and your back's back with a vengeance. Hair's a mess.
I want to take Sam home.

Bought 7 new books today. Am broke, but it was v. good books. Plus, can alway tell self it's necessary to buy books when studying literature. (But have no idea how to explain gorgeous-green-expensive-sweater. Ah, well, will survive.)
Mum's planning a trip to London january 19. Invited me with her. *bounces* Cannot wait. Love, love London.

I, too, shall be brought low by death
but until then
let me win glory.
~Homer

I want to take Sam home *sobs*

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[	music	|	Limp Bizkit - Behind blue eyes	]

Haven't updated for a while.
Nothing much going on, except school -which is fairly boring right now. Having the flu really sucks.
Am delivering a lecture on Richard Wagner today. He was rather disturbed, eh? But interesting, which is more than I can say about Ernest Gellner...

Am moving away. I wish. Dislike Denmark immensely when cold.

Will update later.
Yun, will you be home next weekend?

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[	music	|	Tornerose var et vakkert barn....	]

Just one thing:

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNA!

Eh.. I'll see you in the morning.

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Am ever so unhappy *wails*
I told you I passed, n'est pas? Well, it wasn't quite as good as I hoped, and not quite as bad as I feared.
But anyway.
Am miserable.

Is of course the only way to learn it properly, but it seems I have to unlearn everything I was taught in college. Wahhhh!
My pride is severely hurt. *Hurries off to write next assignment as will never get over shock otherwise*

Cassandra Claire posted a quite interesting scene at Schnoogle. Wanna read it?
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Squee. Maybe. All depends on how Draco reacts.

Have fallen in love with Sugababes' Hole in the head. Oh my.

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I got my paper back today and squee! I passed. Unfortunately they're not giving grades as of yet, and I would really, really like to know exactly *how* much I passed. But I am relieved I did at least pass. Would be ever so embarrassing to fail your first assignment. I read Gregers' essay -and OMG!§ Feeling a bit flushed when thinking of own... Am not sure will ever let him read anything of mine again..

Halloween party sunday. Am coming as Madam Zelda the Magnificent -scurrying with mirrors just my thing. *rummaging for old tarot cards* "Give me ze hand, missus, and I, Zelda ze Magnifizent will tell you ze future. Aye, dark man iz waizing for you. Beware. Beware. Ooh." Am so not good with the accent..

There's a lecture on Kierkegaard and Grundtvig Thursday which Gregers and yours truly are going to attend. Exiting much? Yessir.

Read John Donne to analysis-class today. Didn't go off well. Got nervous, starring at the back of J's head. Dammit, dammit. At least am no longer disturbed by ***'s presence.. I mean, what is in one kiss.. or two?? *thwacks self*

Nothing hurts like your mouth.
*buries head in hands*

I want to have my own Artemis Fowl.

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And again, I found myself -quite forcefully- staring at these poems. They have a kind of illuminating power which I cannot deny somehow got me trapped. This one reminds me a bit of Rossetti, but it can be because I've been reading her a lot lately...


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A fairy fire, caress the cheek
At dawning hour, a maiden sleeps
In fields of honey, gleaming dew,
A flower bud, a blooming rose,
Grass as sweet as birdsong's notes
Sung high above the sleeping one,
Her hair a river, twisted black,
Her skin of Mother Nature's clothes,
A heart like springtime, full and fat.


Through nature's gift, through nature's bed,
She sleeps a restful dreaming sleep;
The angel's favored child of man
Sings songs within her dreaming land,
Songs to rival feathered notes
To make the trees and clouds bow low
The honeysuckle to spill its dew,
And yet the concert soon must end
Her waking hour's close at hand.

Yes, this is indeed another one of Rob-something's poems. I really like this guy.
Call it echos from a not-so-distant past.

On another note; It's almost All Hallow's Eve. *shivers* "Samhain. All Hallows. All Hallow's Eve. Hallow E'en. Halloween. The most magical night of the year. Exactly opposite Beltane on the wheel of the year, Halloween is Beltane's dark twin. A night of glowing jack-o-lanterns, bobbing for apples, tricks or treats, and dressing in costume. A night of ghost stories and seances, tarot card readings and scurrying with mirrors. A night of power, when the veil that separates our world from the Otherworld is at its thinnest. A 'spirit night', as they say in Wales."

Dark twin? I'll be -as always- a witch. You?

"The first week in August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning."

I saw "Tuck Everlasting" yesterday.

There are days, when one feels so utterly wretched, one can think of nothing but sleep. This is one of these days. I've spend most of today rearranging my inner attic –and have thus found out that I have lost it. I am too old. I close my windows at night; afraid I might get a cold. I listens to the professor when he drones on and on about the philological and historical analysis of the context's origin. I pay my bills. I return my books to the library in time. I remember to water my plants. In short: I have grown up!

No. Not really.
I still dances to Loreena McKennitt's "Mummer's Dance" when alone.
I still do silly things like wearing two different socks, because I can't tell the difference when sleepy.
I still shiver with delight when I read about fair and wondrous places, far away countries, noble deeds and evil schemes, beautiful lady knights and lost boys.

But I want to smell the spices of fairytales as I did once.
I want to be a child again.

Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpecked cherries-
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries--
All ripe together
(From "The Goblin Market" by Christina Rossetti)

Have, btw just finished "The Time of the Ghost" That was one disturbing story. But I liked it very, very much.

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I will probably not make much sense today. Have been working eight hours and I'm tired. I have no money, but I'm happy anyway. Dance with me, my fingertips. (Thank you again, Rob-something) University starts monday. ("But it's a good thing" I insist. I have no life *moans*) Have almost finished my assignment. Almost.

Went to the movies yesterday with Morten and Ters. We saw some silly chick-flick which I have already forgotten. Pep says I've got what he calls a "selective memory" For instance I always forget to pay my bills ^_^ (No, not really. My da's been helping me a lot with all this PBS-s**t)But it's true, I usually only remembers what I want to remember. Probably because I live half my life in books.

Shinto

When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a house to us,
the smell of a library, or of sandalwood,
the former name of a street,
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
the smoothness of a filed fingernail,
the date we were looking for,
the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count,
a sudden physical pain.

Eight million Shinto deities
travel secretly throughout the earth.
Those modest gods touch us-
touch us and move on.

Quote of the day:
"I need books," he once said. "They mean everything to me." Jorge Luis Borges.
I couldn't agree more.

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Of all the seasons I think I like Autumn the best. It's a stormy, gray haven with little speckles of yellow, red, and bronze. At least from my window. And it makes me wanna buy a red coat with a hood (?) and wander around alone in an (enchanted, of course) forest... Doesn't make much sense, I know, but when I was younger I saw this movie -which I have forgotten the name of- with a beautiful heroine wearing a red coat in a forest, and the image just got stuck in my mind. Speaking of memories, I smelled something (a perfume I think) yesterday which made me remember ..something I can't quite put my finger on. But it was a happy memory.

I ought to be writing an essay for my litt. professor, but the weather is simply too awesome-and the fact that it would mean me being confined in my small study doesn't make things better. I also ought to -if not writing, that is- read the entire "Aeneid" by Virgil. And I find it -at it's best- an utter bore. I'm all for the greek tragedies, but the construction of Rome?
I'd rather read James Joyce's Ulysses, and that's saying a lot. (Stupid bet, stupid girl. I hate the stream-of-conscience type of writing with a passion!)

Have just finished rereading "The Merlin-conspiracy" by Diana Wynne Jones. Cannot understand I missed the connection between that one and "Deep Secret" the first time I read it. Geez. How stupid can one be? Mallory. Dear God...
Am still working on "Hands" And I'm nowhere near an ending. Feel a bit like Michael Douglas in Wonderboys. Maybe I'll post something here one day..

Ooh, by the way, I think I'm in love.