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Quirks

We all have them, right? The little things that either make us stand out from the rest, or otherwise different from other people. (I should probably say "normal" people, in my case.)

• I suck my tongue, not as much as I used to, but I've done it since I was very young. My mum always calls me out on this one, even though I don't subconsciously part my lips anymore, she can tell right away. I do it more when I'm tired or at rest, and is usually accompanied by the following:
• I touch my hair. A lot. I run my fingers through a particular lock of hair, I twirl it, straighten it out, tug at it, forever. I touch my hair all the friggin' time. I started doing it just now, when I paused to reply to a text message. I've been told it's most likely a complex motor tic...
• I cannot bring myself to drink whatever is left at the bottom of a glass -- as I'm emptying it, that is! I just have to stop before I drink the last of it. In my mind, there is something bad in that last bit that I just can't have inside me
• I'm wary of being inside banks
• I always check behind the shower curtain
• Sometimes, when I'm in a confined space full of people, I get paranoid that they can read my mind. So I start an internal rant of nonsense, or try to mentally address every person around me to see if they react
• I used to get panic attacks when I got a phone call from an unknown caller, and it still kind of freaks me out when I do
• Turns out I'm into sci-fi (FEELINGS-)erotica. Yeah, not particularly ashamed.

Okay, so some of these may fall under the category of mental issues rather than quirks, but um. I don't know. Maybe I need to talk to someone.

My Buster Keaton impression

Yeah it's not the best. But guess what, this is mine now. Can't wait to sink my teeth into this baby in Italy. And this will be my first time reading an autobiography as well, so it should be interesting.

Just remembered

Well, it was more like a flashback to be honest. I think I purged at some point during my party. I remember I went to the bathroom and didn't feel well, but not so bad that I had to vomit. I remember being impatient and sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toilet, waiting to feel sick so I could get back to the party. And I didn't, so I purged. I promised myself I wouldn't do it ever again, but I didn't even think anything of it then. Seemed like the best thing to do, since I got rid of basically everything, and this was shortly after I did my shots. I felt much better afterwards, and didn't mention it to anybody. I didn't feel embarrassed. Now I do.

My 18th birthday

...Was pretty awesome. Around 18 people. Very nice, not too many people for me to drift back and forth between, and eventually most of them had been introduced and were able to mingle pretty well with each other. I was drunk most of the... entire night, but okay, I remember stuff what happened in sequences, so here goes

• Did 12 shots....? Not 18? Opinions seem to vary on that, and I don't remember. In any case I did all but 1, because that shit was nothing but thick liquoricey stuff, and I'm never allowing that shit back into my body ever again.
• Random drunk guy started pestering us, actually made it inside somehow, and mum and the guys had to shoo him off like 4 times? Dude, you're stressing people out, please leave.
• Started crying because of something that was said to me the day before.... as you do, when you're far too unstable to be hosting parties like this, or... any parties at all, pfft. A took me outside and we talked for a while, and then it was all okay.
• F, P, and I totally wore matching clothes. So flippin' awesome.

Gifts were all lovely, I have some of the most amazing people in the world. <3 Very much looking forward to Wednesday on which my family and I + A, will be going out for Italian to celebrate the actual day of my birth. Very excited

Just say yes

They've legalised same-sex marriages in Denmark. Thanks for that. Very nice. I never understood the issue in the first place. It's as it says on thousands of supportive banners, signs and images: "Marriage is a human right, not a heterosexual privilege." Finally we're getting somewhere. I'm not entirely sure whether I like the idea that the government interferes with the church or not though. Even as I support gay marriage, I feel like there should be a line somewhere, I don't know. Seems to me like they're headed in the right direction on their own, since the majority of priests in Danish churches are willing to marry gay couples, and one can conclude that the people of the church today are neither unreasonable nor obstinate in terms of cultural and lawful progress. The way I see it, it seems as though it's rarely the religion itself, but the religious and the way they interpret that religion who are ultimately the problem with religion. A religion can be undeniably impractical, not to mention unreasonable (-- and most are!), but I've learned that this is far from the case when you look at its followers. Man is not impractical or unreasonable by design. So I think most religious people are getting it right just by being human, and sooner or later those old priests will have to die anyway, right?

"Oh, so you don’t support gay marriage? Tell me more about how it directly affects your life."

It's cheap medicine

Where did my weekend go?

Mum got home

She looks at me and essentially goes: "Oh, you are shitfaced. I'm not dragging your sorry ass around Ikea for two hours." And she brought me a magazine from the train with a story on my favourite comedian.

I love my mum.

Friday full of apathy

Went to Distortion with A and P. Waited at Østerbro St for forever for a night bus. I have no clue how, but eventually we ended up at Copenhagen Central Station around 5 am. We decided it would be easier to just ride the train home, since they were just starting to run around for the day. Was fucking freezing the entire time. So if I get sick in these couple of next days you heard it here first. Slept at A's place, but I'm finally back home now. So, so tired. And I have to go Ikea with my mum later, and this weekend we're going to Jutland for a(nother) confirmation, I can't even. This whole moving out, in, and filling in the blanks, along with exams is just... God, I'm so looking forward to Italy.

But hey, I lost a kilo. (y)