tirsdag den 12. marts 2013
Kreativ jo!
mandag den 11. marts 2013
Life is good!
I sidste uge var jeg en smule hjemve og blev også hjemme fra en skole en dag, for det hele var bare lige for meget, men nu har jeg besluttet, at jeg vil være resten af mit ophold, for der er faktisk ikke så længe tilbage og det er jo også for fedt her! Jeg besluttede at droppe softball, da det lige blev en tand for meget.
ER I KLAR FOlKS...? jeg har været ude og cykle en tur sammen med Kari i det dejlige sommervejr - super lækkert! Det var godt nok ikke lige den nyeste og mest avancerede cykel, men den havde pedaler, som jeg kunne træde i og andet forlanger jeg ikke. Det er begyndt at blive super lækkert forårs vejr herovre. I dag var vi ude og se Noah (Karis kæreste) spille tennis træningskamp, det var dog en smule koldt, men jeg havde et fint lille abe tæppe til at keep mig varm.
Jeg er også begyndt at kigge på prom kjoler på nettet, og regner med vi skal ud og kigge på dem i weekenden. Det skal nok blive sjovt at finde en kjole, for det er jo ikke så meget mig med alt det puf og glimmer og jeg ved ikke hvad, men det kan jo værre det ender med jeg føler mig som en prinsesse hihi! :)
Btw...hvis nogle af jer skønne mennesker føler for at sende et gækkebrev over til lille mig her i store USA, så jeg ikke protestere.
Nyd livet venner ligesom jeg gør!
onsdag den 6. marts 2013
Perfekt.
Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you’ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold, freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It’s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It’s meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world.
It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.
Exchange is falling in love with this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible.
Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it.
*stolen*
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you’ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold, freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It’s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It’s meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world.
It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.
Exchange is falling in love with this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible.
Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it.
*stolen*
søndag den 17. februar 2013
Big spender! Love it!
Jaaa...som I nok kan fornemme har jeg sådan lidt mere tøj end da jeg kom! De enkelte stykker tøj er de nyeste til samlingen (købt fennel uge). Shopper sådan rimlig meget and I love it! Og de så dejlig billigt! (Y) Det gør det jo hellere ikke ligefrem værrere jo. Det næste store spørgsmål er så bare hvordan jeg skal får det transporteret tilbage til Danmark igen...hmm...men det har vi heldigvis et par måneder at finde ud af! Shopping spree (Y)
torsdag den 14. februar 2013
Dooooooone!
Har endelig kunne sove en hel nat uden at skulle op hver anden time. det lykkedes mig endda at tisse men jeg holde ham...er rimlig imponeret af mig selv. Jeg havde han med til basketball kamp og jeg kan godt fortælle jer folk kiggede, for når Lucas havde sit tæppe på kunne han godt ligne en rigtig baby! En random dame kom også hen og spurgte om han var rigtig, jeg svarede selvfølgelig nej. og hun var sådan "og thank god...you have your whole life in front of you. og nogle små børn kom hen og spurgte mig hvad min baby hed og om de måtte sige hej til den. Lidt morsomt, som synes på den samme tid det er vildt skræmmende at se hvor meget folk dømmer. Det var sjovt nok for 3 dage, men der skal gok nok gå nogle flere år inden jeg skal have min egen baby!
mandag den 11. februar 2013
onsdag den 6. februar 2013
I'm delivering a little baby boy on Monday!
Jeg "føder" min baby på mandag. Jeg får en fin lille dreng og han skal hedde Lukas. I'm super excited! Han skal skiftes og græder minimum hver 2 time, så vi skal nok få nogle skønne nætter. Det bliver en smule pinligt hvis ungen beslutter at skrige midt i vi tager en test eller et andet mussestille tidspunkt. Jeg skal nok uploade et billede når jeg får ham.
I dag har vi været ude og shoppe. Jeg fik købt noget lækkert tøj til samlingen. (Y)
Når nu ved i hvornår jeg "føder" ! :)
I dag har vi været ude og shoppe. Jeg fik købt noget lækkert tøj til samlingen. (Y)
Når nu ved i hvornår jeg "føder" ! :)
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