Call the locksmith

So as some of you may know, I am currently homeless, but this lovely Australian girl took me into her apartment and set me up a bed on the floor until Oly (this other homeless girl) and I could find a place to live.  Today Oly and I went house hunting and we might have found a place!!!!  Until we move in though Im going to move out of Steph’s apartment (not suited for two people for a long time) and into Sam’s house, which is a collective full of lovely Danish people (sounds delicious). The place we found is this old silo they turned into apartments.  I sense a trip to IKEA is in order.

When I came back to Steph’s apartment today we decided we were going to go to the Netto (a grocery store) and as we walked out of the place, Steph realized she had locked her keys inside.  For some reason the building manager refused to come out and let her in until 7am the next morning,  so we had to call a locksmith which was way more expensive.

To make up for it though, Sanne cooked us dinner.

Pictured: Not appetizing girl cooking appetizing food

On the left you can see the basil plant I bought Steph because I felt bad she had to pay a ton of money to get back into her apartment.

Evidently Roskilde University Center never has classes because it seems as though no one is ever there and since my classes are all cancelled until Thursday, were planning on going to a castle of some sort.  I dont really know which one just yet, and before you get on me about being an idiot, there are thousands here, Im in viking territory!  Also, were going sailing on Sunday with some vikings…not really, theyre just sailors, but I like to call them vikings.

We also decided we were going to have a movie night this week sometime and Sanne has never seen any David Lynch movies and was intrigued so I think were going to have a marathon that really isn’t quite a marathon, just Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive.  We also decided to throw some of the Shining action into there.

Mom wanted a picture of me and it just so happens that Sanne took one of the two of us:

Hint: I am the one on the right

Also, in case you forgot what they looked like, here is a picture of my feet:

Hint: I am the one with the tattoo

In recaping my first week here in Delightful Denmark I have learned three things so far:

1. Danish is a language that can be well understood when read, but when heard, it sounds like the Swedish Chef from the muppets.

2. There are some very bizarre fads here, such as tucking baggy pants into white tube socks, and no, its not because they ride their bikes, its because they think it just looks cool.  I have news for them, it doesn’t.

3. There are three options Danish women have:

• You can have a child
• You can have a dog
• You can be pregnant

I’m not kidding, every woman here falls into one of the above three categories.  Its quite unfortunate for me as a lot of you know I dont like children.

As you can see in the above picture, Steph drank a lot of wine tonight and passed out early, so rather than wake her up with this incesant clicking of the keys, I’ll call it a night and go to bed.  Goodnight and good luck.