Slow-motion exile

I'm bored and uninspired. I stayed in bed all day intermittently reading chapters from Menneskehavn, I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive and Biografi, Dagbok, Brev to make up for the amount of crying I did while watching the new Harry Potter at the cinema last night. I think my goal has been met now that my eyes hurt equally, from reading, to last nights post-movie bleary-eyed state.

(Photo: Lars Venner)

Slept away my Saturday

(Photo and styling: Anne-Grethe Ulriksen)

This is how I relax while listening to some awesome tunes. I look relaxed right? No-neck and squinting is always a sign of contentment and relief...

I just realized I have slept away my Saturday night so I thought posting this might make me seem at least slightly cooler than the girl who stayed in and fell asleep with a Jack Kerouac book on my face. He would not be proud! He would also be proud of the almost-rhyming title to this post (written in sarcastica). Maybe I should just get out of the house, find a bar and seek out a penniless jazz-musician too fill my time with. He would play for me and I'd in return let him sleep on me and buy him his drugs. I don't know what's going on in my head right now, but it's making me uneasy. I blame it on the three hour nap I just had and the residual effects of my ten days of alcoholism and drug-induced paranoia.

Tonights level of coolness holds a close paralleled to the cracka'ness I felt at Roskilde Festival whilst I was busting some serious moves to the Big Boi and Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All (you know, Tyler the Creators crew) concerts.

I guess I could heighten my proud ridiculousness by pointing out that I felt so strongly that my hair was unsightly when I got back from the festival that I coloured my hair dark, got out a pair of scissors from the kitchen and once again tried to cut my own hair. This time at the back, without a mirror or any other way of seeing what I was doing, obviously. As I did it I thought to myself that this is not something people do. My hair is short. Your going to be able to notice my shoddy (hair)craftsmanship!

It's a good thing now then, that I so often and stylishly wear hats:
(Roskilde 2011)

Adieu