“Tak For Dansen” — Book title: Thank you for the dance
Packing, studying, stressing, writing, my mom is visiting…. got plane tickets to Paris, yes Paris again. Last night was the farewell party for my program, which was a good D.I.S. function for a change. Maybe because it was warm so people could be outside and inside. It was sort of a loud night in Copenhagen in general, because today is a holiday. We tried to watch the fireworks at midnight but couldn’t see any.
Dear Copenhagen: You are beautiful. I will miss your stars and your rooftops and your parks and your lakes. I will miss your noise and your calm, the music from basement storefronts that filters into the streets all day, and the techno from clubs that pulses down the block at night. I will miss your churches with copper spires and your cobblestone streets. I will miss your wavy-glass windows and your courthouse pillars. I will miss your fountains and statues of kings. I will miss your days. Even though they were gray and cold. But most of all I will miss your nights, full of candles and stars. Yours truly, Lindsay
Some people are just good to have around. On mopey days.
“Knowing that you’ve been bad/ didn’t mean much to you/ I thought I knew you/ Now I wish I had….” — Sarah Harmer
i am procrastinating, la la la la. gimme one reason to stay heeeeere…. and i’ll turn right back around…..
“Well I don’t think I’m getting nowhere/ someone some where/ Understand/ Nearly missing all my marbles/ this is not a perfect plan/ And it won’t be very long/ Til I’m going going gone…/ (And is there really something wrong with me?)/ And if you hide in the metal maze you look back on apathetic days…” — The Posies