Seriously, clear the fucking street. Kristine is coming through

And a couple of thousand dollars later - shes driving legally. 

Ive been googling, searching and thinking - looking all over for that perfect outfit. Let me tell you, its not easy to find something white going towards darker times. And trust me, if you find something its not the correct white tone. And if its the right tone, its not the right fit. 

I hate white. 

Tomorrow the everlasting search continues. 

First - beauty sleep. A very long weekend is around the corner.  

Nervous shitless.

Hello social butterfly. Tongue tied and not even writing comes easily. 

Tomorrow is killing me and i just want to get it over with. 

But ill nail it. 

I will.

Cuz ive got no other option. 

End Of Story.

At least its not cancer.

Its been a long day. And i hate doctors. But dont get me wrong, i admire them for their brave work and for what they do for the society - they're just not my kind of people. They basically scare the shit out of me.

After my appointment with the devil himself, it was time to walk the waters. And im still amazed  how a place can feel so much like home - when its really not. 

Cheers to copenhagen, ill be back soon. 

Score!

A day to remember. 

I made it, three weeks of constant studying and hard work finally paid off. I passed part one of The big test. 

But lets not celebrate and pop the champagne until part two is over. 

Lets hope though, that my luck wont leave me quite yet. Tomorrow i have my doctors appointment and lets pray for good news. Otherwise, cheers to the great diet im going to be on for the rest of my life...

 

Yes,

Waking up this morning was not that bad. But looking in the mirror was.

I've got bruises all over my legs and my upper body is filled with scratches. The strange thing is, i didnt feel anything last night. They were just there when i woke up. Hm.

And i just cant wait until the next weekend <3.

This is what i live for.

98, my lucky number and the secrets of a long night.

Lucero, you're so right. Blog comes first, then sleep.

Feeling like a V.I.P, getting pictures taken by random people and getting drinks from here and there. Maybe my boobs actually are helpful in the search of the catch of the night. And maybe the dance floor is better than the bar.

A horrible day with a perfect end. 

From 12 to 6, me and my girls where rocking it. Actually, me and the boy were, while the others - at the end were all sitting down half awake. 

But hey, let me share one of me secrets. Drink it up and breath in - it keeps you going until your body falls apart. 

And everybody who chose to stay home instead of going to IN, you made a huge mistake. Tonight was a guys night. Good looking too. All of them...

almost.

But there was still one who caught my eye. One in a million - and the simple reason why i love club nights like this one. I would be nothing without a crush at the end of the night. 

Keyword, Temptation

What to do, when youre falling and you've got no one to fall with nor anyone who will catch you at the bottom? 

I would take the hit, get up, and make sure ill never walk down that path again. What might sound easy in the theory, is not the easiest to do. Because what brought you down there in the first place, will still be as tempting as it once was. And the motivation, the feeling you felt when you hit the ground, is almost forgotten.

The brain forgets the bad and remember the good - our own self-defense in a nut-shell. 

But i wonder how it would end, if someone would care enough to take the fall with me. Or how i would feel if there would be someone catching me? 

Id probably feel better. But it would still not save me from not falling again.

And suddenly I see clear,

what to do,

and what not.

One more week of school. 

Just one more.

Four weeks of vacation is waiting.

And im ready to hit it.

The worst one so far.

Whats happening to the world? Another saturday night with a bad beginning, horrible story and terrible ending.

The pre-party turned into some kind of puking party, where my purse got the boom. And no doubt about it, it stinks. 

HedKandi was out of control when we arrived, so we never went inside.

And Denmark, our savior let us down as well. 

So without a purse or keys we gave up and went back home, in the rain with our high heels on.

Even the biggest bitch can change her mind to turn around and swallow her pride. So here I am, with two tickets that i said id never except. 

But who says ill actually turn up?

Friday, only a night away.

Tomorrow theres a weekend waiting and a Kristine without plans. 

Friday night is somewhat planned. Theres a private party that i cant miss out on. But what about Saturday?

A club event called Hed Kandi is whats happening. Whats not happening, is me paying for those tickets. Expensive and not worth it. And i thought my friend would come to my rescue. She gets tickets for free and HEY, im right here. 

Unfortunately, not only me wants those tickets. So when it comes down to it, Kristine Might get the tickets - might not. Hm.

Newsflash! Theres no maybe in baby. If im not her first choice, im obviously not That important to have around. And guess what? When the queen becomes low-class is when i show up at a place too good for me. 

Never happening.

The mysterious man.

Some would say, just another wednesday has now passed by. Others would not agree to that. Others, like me. 

Strange things has happened. And strange people have been calling me all day. One from Stockholm, one from "the wedding planners" (whos getting married?!) and the mysterious man. I have seen strange things and done things i normally dont do. And i think that was just the right cure for my downhill mood swings im having.

Despite the rain and the wind, its been a good day with an happy ending.

Its now time to dream about my prince. And oh how handsome he is.

Fast and furious. Warning warning warning!!! Kristine will soon be on the road.

Today at 12.30 i officially past my first part of the driving test. And it was the most fun thing ive ever experienced. 

The whole point of the test, was to drive crazy and to spin around with the car. Breaking hard in 50 miles and hour, driving in a curve with water on the ground and trying to get around deers on the road. 

The day started out great. 

But then it was time for my doctors appointment. As usual, i fainted, fell of the chair with the needle in my arm and the next thing i know theres a big crowd around me.  

If i only had that someones hand to hold.

Because it is lonely,

being that helpless,

and feeling so lost.

Changing goals.

All i know is, that what i am doing right now and the person that i have became - is not who i want to be. Im disappointed in myself. Being that, hurts more than knowing everyone else is too. Because when it comes down to it, its about how i feel towards myself that matters. And what hurts the most, is my own illusion about not being good enough. 

The ironic thing, is that is my own standards that makes me feel this way. And there is an easy way out - lower the standards, because obviously theyre too high. 

So this weeks challenge, is to start excepting im not born to be on top of the class. The only things i should be on top of, is a guy. 

heartbreakers in my own house.

What i thought was impossible happened. A magical night, where water turned into wine. 

Never thought i would be able to create my own hot spot right here. And i think i have a new favorite club. My house.

The best thing with private parties is that you can actually do whatever you like whenever youd like to do it. The entrance is free, theres an open bar and all V.I.P sections - and the best thing is, you are your own DJ. 

At the end of last night a surprise came a long. The one and only ive been waiting for the past couple of years. And suddenly im once again stuck with butterflies and romantic dreams. 

But oh no, as good as it might sound, there is a catch as always. Born with bad luck, im stuck with feelings that i shouldnt feel - everyone knows, he belongs with her. 

Friday night. A less successful one.

I never thought these words were gonna come out of my mouth... But IN seriously sucked dick last night. The Jukebox - a total Flop and a total party killer. And where did all the hot guys go? Not to IN, thats for sure. And how come, both me and Ida left without anyone to dream about? 

Cheers to all you 40+. You have now officially taken over the best party place in Copenhagen and left us youngsters behind. 

Maybe there is a god anyways. And if there is, he reads my blog.

The brightest light is only to be found after the darkest tunnel. 

Yesterday i cried myself to sleep. And let me tell you, i do not recommend it, because waking up in the morning hurts your eyes. Plus, your red and swollen and look like you all of a sudden are allergic against your pillow.

But i made it through another day.

A day that turned out to have a blue sky,

with many great things to give.

I past two of the 7 tests i have to get done at Drivers Ed,

I drove around downtown in the worst traffic - and no one died.

And last, but not least,

I got the great news from my fabulous friend that i have an apartment waiting for me in Amager November 5th. Yes!

Warning, sensitive readers. This text includes depressing contents

If your having a great day, please stop reading here.

I HATE THE WORLD!

And no, im not on my period. 

Things are completely stressing me out. Im feeling exhausted from just waking up in the morning. Sign number one of being wiped out. And all ive been doing all day long is complaining about how bad things are going for me right now - and how bad things will go for me in the future. Yes, i guess i all of a sudden became a predictor of the future. 

I dont know what is going on with me but nothing seems to help. Eating chocolate is not even working for me anymore. Thats sign number two. Something must be wrong! Either its me whos going crazy, or its the world thats going crazy. Im guessing, its me.

But on the other hand, my schedule is not very easy for a none-machine to get through. Doctors appointments - homework - drivers license - drivers ed - french people - friends - parties - Gossip Girl - and the list keeps going forever.

Many things to do in not enough time.

Lets pause life - just for a moment.

And if there is a God out there,

Just give me a break! PLEASE!

A different kind of Monday night.

Ive never before seen the point of going out on a monday until now. 

Me and a couple of friends decided to meet up downtown for a coffee-break. The break that turned in to a beer-break. And sitting there, at the bar, listening to some badass music with alcohol in your blood is something we all need every once in a while. But doing it a Monday night, with school at 8 the day after? Believe me, its more successful than you might think. Kind of reminds me of the Danish way of living. Because for some reason, ive noticed that most Danish people could care less about the day of the week - or the time of the day. A beer is always as good.

So my tip of the day would be,

go out if you want to,

its worth it.

Youre worth it.

The ever lasting fight between blondes and brunettes. Will it ever com to an end?

What if its true? What if blondes do have more fun? 

This weekend the blondes won, thats for sure.

But ill have my revanche this upcoming weekend. Dont worry. 

What the plans are, is still something undecided. 

All i know is that there will be living a man under my roof. What we're gonna do and what parties we're gonna crash is something we're still trying to figure out.

Im just saying,

Prepare to get crunk. 

And the most depressing night of the year has now begun.

Woho.

Let's celebrate...

...with some Gossip Girl and P.S I Love You

A balmy weekend

It was def a different kind of friday night yesterday. 

Actually, this whole weekend is just fucked up. 

Kind of reminds me of the ones i used to have back in the days.

Yesterday was mine and my mom's annual shopping day. As always we went to Copenhagen with one thing on our mind - to buy what is not to be found anywhere else but in the heart of C. 

The day was successful and the night was Wow.

At 5 p.m a fashion show started in one of the biggest malls. Of course, we had V.I.P access where champagne and snacks were offered. As good as the Champagne tasted, as good were our seats. In front of the runway, but not too close. After the show was over, we did some late night shopping to later on with killing feet take the train home.

And God i'm glad we had our car at the train station. Because the bus would've not worked for me this time. 

But whats so surprising was that i was in Denmark, a friday night without partying and i came home in a decent hour. That's worth a golden medal. It has never happened before. 

And the worst part is that its saturday and i still don't have any plans on getting wasted and doing crazy stuff.

Am i growing up?

Youre Nobody Until Youre Talked About

True words straight from Gossip Girl. 

And now I'm hooked too. 

When the show first came out, i was one of the few standing against the peer-pressure. I was not watching a single show. But something happened on my way to Gothenburg, Sweden. 

The car ride was getting boring and riding on highways is not very exciting. Especially not if you're in the middle of the backseat, uncomfortable and mushed in. 

And there I was, watching one episode of Gossip Girl - hooked like it was coke. 

It was dangerously good.

So here's to all you Gossip Girl addicts. 

I understand you.

And I admit,

I wish my blog was like Gossip girl's. 

xoxo