DISTORTION

Greetings! 

Finished with the month of May in Copenhagen. And boy, that did not go by fast. However, I am sure that the rest of this month is going to fly. Starting this weekend I travel to Sweden, Berlin, Prague, Amsterdam, and Stockholm. And did I mention I am taking 6 credits? Holy smokes.

So far in Copenhagen we have been getting acquainted with the locals and immersing ourselves into the daily life of the locals. This week that has mostly been the even called Distortion. Basically, how this works is everyone drinks all day long and dances to the various DJs spinning all around town. This year, one of the bigger DJs just so happened to be located outside our living room window. This lead to little sleep and maximum dancing.

The youth of Copenhagen came together yesterday to rage their faces off. This did not end with the drinking and dancing but escalated to levels unheard of in the United States. For example, a dear friend of mine living in my apartment was dancing around, minding her own business, when a young man came over, pulled his penis out of his pants and peed all over her. HE PEED ON HER PEOPLE. This is real life here in Copenhagen. Frankly, as far as I can tell, peeing in public is not only allowed, but encouraged. There were OUTDOOR AND DOORLESS urinals everywhere. Needless to say, the city didn't smell so great and was filled with Danish penis.

Eww. I just threw up in my mouth a little.

The party in the streets on Copenhagen started at 4 and ended around 12. But our night did not end there. Our RA, who is suppose to be monitoring us and making sure we stay out of trouble, brought back a large group of locals to the apartment. They stayed most of the night. I may have snuck off to my room early to read some 50 Shades of Grey. Yeah...

Our fearless leader and perfect RA is depicted below dancing on tables in the mini skirt. 

Here are some pictures from our night of Distortion:

                                                                         (RA Louis)

                                                                       My Roomie

I time traveled to Denmark.

If you have ever wondered what living in Denmark would be like, I am going to paint you a picture so you can really feel as though you are with me right now.

You can walk around the street with a beer in hand, you can forget about sleep, and you're living in 1985.

Yes, you heard me correctly, Denmark is like the US in 1985. At least the music is.

Last night, we went to this club called "Night Fever," (google it), and it is 80s themed. Funny thing about that is that being 80s themed basically just makes it the exact same as all of the other bars/clubs/pubs in this whole freaking city. I cannot even tell you how many times I have heard The Village People sing YMCA in the last 4 nights. There is some Michael Jackson as well as son Chaka khan everywhere I go. The fuck people?!  I want to hear Call Me Maybe and some freaking J. Cole.

Danes appear to be very interested/obsessed in all things American. This begins with the music they listen to, and know all of the words to. They are only a few years behind. We taught some Danish girls how to play beer pong, for they had never seen a bp table before. And finally, not to sounds like a complete narcissist, they are obsessed with us; Americans.

I choose to believe that it is our whit and charm as well as our knack for always having a great time that draws them all to us, but according to a friend of ours, American girls have a reputation for being easy.

Anyway, here's a little montage of the music scene here in Denmark.

Wake up lazy!

Hello world. It's either day 3 or 4, depending on how you look at it and what time zone you're in, in Copenhagen.

Went out last night with the girls on my floor. Everything starts late here in Denmark. It could be because the sun doesn't go down until 11 and comes back up at 4, but the people here party hard, and they party late. At home in Boulder I complain all the time about starting partying too late, and by too late we're talking 11-11:30 when things get going. Here, you can start drinking at 9 am for all they care, but the bars and clubs don't really pick up until 2 am. Sorry people, that's my bedtime.

This morning class began for me at 8:30 am, a time I do my best never to be awake to see on my clock. After a night out, this was a struggle. Finishing at around 12:30 pm, I scurried back to my apartment, and promptly passed out. I am still in bed (4 hours later). I am feeling particularly lazy, but it is about time I caught up on my sleep. The last full night's rest I got was probably Sunday night, it's Friday.

Big group dinner with all of the DIS program, a good solid meal is much needed. Then a night out and let the first weekend begin.

Will check in later.

XO,
K

Copenhagen, Denmark

Hej!

Writing from my first full day in Copenhagen, Denmark.

Holy smokes, I am actually here.

Where do I begin?

Longest f*cking flight/layover? Making new friends? Finding old ones? Not sleeping? Jet lag? CLASS?

It is all happening right now. I am completely overwhelmed but really happy.

The journey began on the 22nd at 6:00am when I woke up in my parent's house to my alarm to get ready to go to the airport and fly across the world. I get to the airport, feeling good. Then, my dear mother hugs me goodbye at security, and I start crying my eyes out. The old lady next to me through security tries to console me and joke and all I managed to do was nod and smile with a face wet with tears. Not cute.

After making a friend on the plane, having a few beers in Toronto during my 6 hour layover, a 8 hour flight to Copenhagen, I finally made it to my place. I live in the closest dorms to campus in downtown Copenhagen. Check it out here.

It is a 3 story building with 6-10 bedrooms on each floor and each floor has its own kitchen and living space. Each room has two people in it, and of course, I got the smallest possible bedroom shared with a sweet/crazy girl form Atlanta. Holy smokes, I'm living with 12 girls.

Anyway, got lost in the city today, missed my family, and made a bunch of friends. Even connected with my high school BFF Jens who just so happens to live here.

These are some pics from today from my scavenger hunt around the city.


Royal Gardens (Hello, CU Boulder?)

Capital Building:

 Sea Port

More later.
xo
K