MY LIFE IN DENMARK: February - part 2

Again, it is mostly diary notes of small events and thoughts, to make it quick and interesting to read. Names are censored again with +++, I was really worried to violate others' privacy.

13.2. The "calm" evening
I thought I would finally have a calm evening for once, yet again no success.

I was sleeping when I heard a noise and scream. I went to +++ room and saw her laying on the floor. She hurt her foot. I tried to help and ask if she needs something or so she said no, that shes ok, so i went back to sleep. I ended up woken up again.. +++ said her foot hurts a lot now and if i can ask +++ if they have some ice. They did not. I continued downstairs and asked +++, she also did not have anything, so I went down to +++, who first did not open so i was like ok fourth floor is my last chance, when +++ opened and totally scared asked what happened (yes good job me, looking like a mess asking for ice, making all people panic). She did not have ice but suggested we freeze a towel and i was like „omg im so stupid that was so obvious“ so we did that.
+++ stayed with me on the messanger and everything which was kinda relieving, because i dont like taking care of wounded people  because i never know what to do and im scared i do something wrong. I was kinda freaked out so +++ took me out for a walk. I felt better.

16.2.
 I must admitt that watching +++ putting on a handcream was one of the most fascinating things ive ever seen. (also funniest hahaha)

17.2. 

I found our there are no postcards in Viborg so ive decided to make some myself. Of course i did not take scissors with me, so i was cutting the paper on the cutting board using a knife for meat.

19.2. Yo, i had two coffees. Cups of coffee.

I feel like I live in anime. Since i came here basically.

I admit that coming to school late at night and drink milk and old coffee there is super swag and also going home when the burglar alarm is about to start is like even more swag, so look at me, im a cool kid now.

I bought headphones for 20DKK and they are really bad. How was i supposed know mine were gonna get broken in the first week in Denmark?

„My roommate is not home ... wanna.. come over and ... cook rice?“ – sexy talk really

I wonder if there’s a single person in the school that knows that an adjective for Belgium is belgian.

21.2.
on tuesday (19th) we watched a movie at school, HSM. I felt a bit bad mentally and kinda sucked at hiding it, so +++ decided we will go take a walk. Secretly. She gave me a sign to go, we rushed down the stairs behind the class and ran through the canteen to hide on the toilets. I wanted a coffee but someone didnt let me have it – maybe because i would be awake until 3am again. So i went to pee.

 Idk, the situation was hilarious and priceless in that moment. After that, we had a walk through the city. Among the strange Danes, under the dark sky, it felt perfect to hide in a dark creepy corner and in the lights of the street lamps, teach her the pronounciation of „Belgium“. (don’t tell me you would do anything else xD). Hard to say what that guy thought when he saw +++ staring into my mouth to see how to pronounce it.

Yesterday (20th) the Challenge project did not suck so much. Finally there was stuff to work on and i actually had a good feeling leaving the school. For the first time. Haha.

I think that in all happiness is a piece of sadness, and in every sadness there’s a piece of happiness.

22.2.
Today was the presentation day of the challenge. Everyone looked so happy.

The teacher thought I was someone else. 

This week I’ve visited local graveyard. Graveyards, especially this one, have a warming feel. I don’t feel alone there. They were really nice to me, I tried to nodd and bow a little to everyone i looked at, because I felt welcome. They guided me outside, to where I needed to go. It was a feeling of knowing you are welcome for a short visit, but you should not stay for too long, because this is not your teritory. I think such places are nice and warm when you visit them with the intention of showing a deep respect.
It was dark and the church bell was just ringing. The atmosphere was just perfect. One would say creepy, but in my opinion it’s just what we are taught to call creepy. There was not a single thing to be scared of. At least for me.

I’m watching an old czech tv serie (Hospoda) to keep up with the language. In one episode there was a really nice thing. Basically there was a guy with a caleidoscope for kids and he taped pictures of naked women on it, saying to everyone „look inside, you will see something amazing“. Noone wanted to, because they thought it was something dirty or porn. One of them did it and in the end the others asked him what did he see inside so special, and he answered: „nothing special, as usual the pieces of coloured glass. and that’s the beatiful thing about it.“

24.2.

I found out i like to wake up in an empty house, but not to fall asleep in it.

Me and some classmated/friends went ice scating. Or... they were the evil ice scaters and i was their mom taking pics and holding a cup of cocoa. Idk if it was not ok to share one cup with 5 people, but with my highschool friends, we can be in a group of 15 people and all drink from the same bottle, bite from the same bread, eat with the same spoon, so... ok, im a pig, whatever.

For some reason I wrote down this conversation:

„Are you shy?“

„No.“

„Are you lying?“

„Yes.

28.2.

To sum up: i live in anime.

+++: "How do you do this in Romania?"
me: "... I don't know, I'm not from Romania"

Maybe I'm secretly Romanian...