Wow time really does fly when you lock yourself in your apartment away from the snow and (feels like) -20.C temperatures to try and read 1200 pages of political academic literature about the presence of women in Nordic politics but then procrastinate to high hell.
Last week was a mash-up of studying, not studying, eating and sleeping. On Tuesday I had a pretty interesting class focusing on regionalism in relation to the Middle East, would serve as a great essay writing starting point if I were writing an essay on the Middle East. Haha. After that I went to the South campus and handed in my application for the pre-semester Danish Language Course at the Department of Scandinavian Studies.
Wednesday I read for my oral exam and went for my penultimate session this year with my tuttee. It was so good, I cannot describe how much I like the school and tutoring. Thursday was something like a high of -4.C and a low of -17.C (plus the -10.C winds) so I think I actually stayed home all day long. And Friday. And Saturday. Then I got cabin-fever to the extreme and went for a mammoth walk through Copenhagen. I walked through a snow-covered graveyard in my canvas shoes, down a backstreet where I'm pretty sure I walked right into the middle of some CPH gang activities, paused on Dronning Louises Bro (Queen Louise's Bridge) to watch the pink sun set over the pure white, frozen Peblinge So while the wind blasted my face. Refreshing. The snow on the frozen lake had little footprints all over it. I then walked back to Frederiksberg and (metaphorically) locked myself in my room with my book.
All week it had been sleeting on and off everyday. On Saturday night I went to sleep with snow, and woke on Sunday with snow. It continued snowing all day long, the flakes getting bigger and slower as the day went on. I met Max and Lorelai for lunch and then ice skated the central streets on Copenhagen instead of walking. These Serbian (?) men with violins were playing some of my most melodically beautiful music I had ever heard outside FootLocker. We went to Abercrombie and Fitch and I wanted to kill myself and everyone in there. Horrible consumerist, 'lets all own the same things', pretentious schmucks. Not going there again. There was a technically good-looking boy stood in the doorway with his shirt open. Vom. I then went over to Nyhavn, right out to the sea and watched the snow. Then I met Matt and we went to Palads Cinema to see Harry Potter 7. Was okay, I think my expectations were a bit too high. Totally want a Deathly Hallows necklace for Christmas though and to call my child Xenophilius.
So far this week I have studied and I had a class this morning, but it was pretty boring, nearly fell asleep. I only went because it is my only class that is still in session and my week needs some sort of structure.
In other news, it is exactly 2 weeks and 11 minutes until I leave Denmark for my 9 day Christmas extravaganza, taking in the wonderful surroundings of London, Twyford and Bristol. Started making plans already. PSYCHED.
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