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Is something a lot of people don't understand. But it is from Billy Joel's song Vienna. My absolute favorite song. At one point he sings - "Why don't you realise - Vienna waits for you". It's basically about someone trying to grow up too fast, hence "Where's the fire, what's the hurry about". "Vienna waits for you", means that the rest of you life will wait. Vienna symbolises the rest of your life. I don't know why I love it so much. It just makes me stress down a little, I think. That all the pressure, all the obstacles don't matter. I think it makes me think of myself many years ago. I've ALWAYS tried to grow up faster, because I've never really been happy with where I am "right now". There's always been something better ahead. Even now. And it kinda makes me realise that no matter what I do, I'm always going to be growing up at the same rate, so I might as well make the most of it. And I need to slow down a little. Everything will fall into place. I also absolutely love "Slow down, you crazy child, take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile. It's all right, you can afford to lose a day or two". Cause that is exactly what I need sometimes. Sometimes when I'm listening to this song, I actually imagine how I would LOVE to go to Vienna - or Paris for that matter - and just .. chill out. No phone, no internet. No pressure and no stress. Sometimes you just let everything get to you, you know? And that is what creates this stupid circle that makes you burn yourself out. Still though, I can't wait for the future. Most importantly, to get my student hat in just 8 months! I just picked mine out today. Victory will soon be mine. In one of the hats, it is actually possible to have an inscription written in the shade. I was thinking "Vienna waits for you" would be a nice touch. But it doesn't really matter. I've anyway got it all up here (points to head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love this song. It can make EVERYTHING that worries me go away in an instant, and it just makes me so .. relieved. Vienna waits for me, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/TKpBMMCJBeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OMnqZ973sbg/s1600/full_wildhorses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/TKpBMMCJBeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OMnqZ973sbg/s200/full_wildhorses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524299570567775714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/katrinestorgaard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/katrinestorgaard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-3642811610206120122?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/eShyoAEXg0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/eShyoAEXg0c/vienna-waits-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/TKpBMMCJBeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OMnqZ973sbg/s72-c/full_wildhorses.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/10/vienna-waits-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-1689258773889171376</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-18T00:56:02.625+02:00</atom:updated><title>The best things are far away from where your heart needs them</title><description>It's late. I can't stop thinking. Sometimes I feel like I am in the wrong place. My head and my heart are somewhere completely different .. far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="lgpp31181%2Bsummer-love-kissing-at-sunset-poster.jpg" src="http://slog.thestranger.com/files/2008/07/lgpp31181%2Bsummer-love-kissing-at-sunset-poster.jpg" height="302" width="452" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/katrinestorgaard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/katrinestorgaard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-1689258773889171376?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/nsz00IMCG1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/nsz00IMCG1M/best-things-are-far-away-from-where.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-things-are-far-away-from-where.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5364468323382046293</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-09T01:47:11.448+02:00</atom:updated><title>Hi, it's me again</title><description>So yes, this is the place I write when I have something on my mind. And I've had a kinda bad day. I nearly haven't slept, and I've just felt weird all day. It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't really know what's bugging me. It's a mixture of a lot of things. You know the feeling of being taken for granted? Well that's what I'm feeling now, big time. And that sucks too. And I've tried everything. So I'm gonna give up now, and just see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5364468323382046293?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/vixKerTqMI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/vixKerTqMI4/hi-its-me-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-its-me-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-850593596407086167</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 22:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-20T00:34:55.875+02:00</atom:updated><title /><description>it's a choice to stay&lt;br /&gt;it's a dream and I wanna wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;and I'm feeling faint&lt;br /&gt;and honey, you can't decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a drug you don't wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;smoke your cigarettes, make your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you poured blood in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and I can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning, drowning&lt;br /&gt;and you can't decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about geography or happenstance&lt;br /&gt;you need to fly and take a chance&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to soar to emptiness&lt;br /&gt;or float on high and forever dance alone&lt;br /&gt;you're scared, scared, scared&lt;br /&gt;cause I feel like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear your voice, knew right away&lt;br /&gt;if you were here your eyes would say&lt;br /&gt;there is blood on my feet&lt;br /&gt;as I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;rivers are red, it's starting to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna live for you or die for you&lt;br /&gt;won't do anything anymore for you&lt;br /&gt;cause you leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;you leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;don't you leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;don't you leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna shed one more tear for you&lt;br /&gt;shed one more tear for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you&lt;br /&gt;at least not til sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave or stay&lt;br /&gt;leave or stay         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-850593596407086167?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/a1R6vvhC6iM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/a1R6vvhC6iM/its-choice-to-stay-its-dream-and-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-choice-to-stay-its-dream-and-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-935424452484324810</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-15T17:15:21.609+02:00</atom:updated><title>In this world of overrated pleasures and underrated treasures, i'm glad there is you.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/S8ctXqVoHFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XXiO4rFcwXw/s1600/ParisNightSkyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/S8ctXqVoHFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XXiO4rFcwXw/s200/ParisNightSkyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460382957735255122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-935424452484324810?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/PLzUzEvl4p0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/PLzUzEvl4p0/in-this-world-of-overrated-pleasures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/S8ctXqVoHFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XXiO4rFcwXw/s72-c/ParisNightSkyline.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-this-world-of-overrated-pleasures.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-560686281455982871</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 23:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-15T17:17:23.319+02:00</atom:updated><title>Music</title><description>&lt;span&gt;I can understand all that you are, I can even take all that you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I can sympathize with all you want to be, but don't fuck me in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I can even scores with the best of them, I can leave my innocence at bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; You can turn your back on my sincerity, but don't fuck me in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Good days, dirty waves, I saw the look you gave her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Breathing in, begin again, may God the world do say you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I could say I blame you for everything, instead I think I'll recognize my part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Needing doesn't hide who I want to be, but don't fuck me in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-560686281455982871?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/eQ-g62JUASE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/eQ-g62JUASE/music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/04/music.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-7599042813357482172</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-06T17:59:43.727+02:00</atom:updated><title>Twenties girl</title><description>"It's not enough to believe! Don't you see that, you stupid girl? You could spend your whole life hoping and believing! If a love affair is one-sided, then it's only ever a question, never an answer. You can't live your life waiting for an answer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-7599042813357482172?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/BSy12gi3kd4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/BSy12gi3kd4/twenties-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/04/twenties-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5451307204619206709</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-15T20:50:08.056+01:00</atom:updated><title>Vienna waits for you</title><description>Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?&lt;br /&gt;You better cool it off before you burn it out&lt;br /&gt;You got so much to do and only&lt;br /&gt;So many hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, you crazy child&lt;br /&gt;Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize ..Vienna waits for you?&lt;br /&gt;And you know that when the truth is told&lt;br /&gt;that you can get what you want or you can just get old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get half way through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5451307204619206709?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/Bg54PBiLkkQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/Bg54PBiLkkQ/vienna-waits-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/03/vienna-waits-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-8997382344520145562</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T20:22:09.929+01:00</atom:updated><title>Karma's a bitch</title><description>.. Yeah, it really is. No further explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the first of march, which should be the beginning of spring .. But I still see snow outside .. How is that? So being outside is still a complete chore, and I can't see an end to this crappy weather. How much longer can I survive? Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that does make me happy, and is worth going outside for though, is shopping! .. Precious shopping. And I actually totally recognize myself in this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;When I shop the world gets better, the world is better; and then it's not anymore and I have to do it again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca, Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I can actually feel my heartrate speed up when I step into a shop .. And then it's just me and the clothes .. And everything else goes away .. Aaah. I read an article in .. Cosmo, I think, not so long ago. It was comparing sex and shopping. They strapped some kind of machine onto a woman who was then sent to go shopping. The machine measured excitement or something like that. Later on, she had to wear it while having sex. Don't worry guys, she was more excited during sex - BUT, when she spotted a clothing article on sale, it was up there on the same level .. Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-8997382344520145562?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/_ADwKPBdpyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/_ADwKPBdpyI/karmas-bitch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/03/karmas-bitch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5452385138000969963</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-25T00:21:04.574+01:00</atom:updated><title>This is how you remind me</title><description>Isn't it funny how some songs remind you of specific times of your life? And specific occasions.&lt;br /&gt;Like Wham - Last Christmas reminds me of all the skitrips we used to take as a family to Norway. Many, many years ago. I still remember driving to Hovden in the middle of the night, not being able to sleep because I was afraid of the windy mountain roads being to slippery, and it seemed like this song was always on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Another song, that I've first started to hear recently reminds me of my trip to England last week. Macy Gray - Don't Forget Me. I don't really know why, but it does. Just like Norah Jones - Back to Manhattan reminds me of Mallorca .. And Dido - Sand In My Shoes reminds me of all those times coming home from holidays, and not really being happy about being home again. KT Tunstall - Suddenly I See reminds me of my old roommate Claudia. It reminds me of her because she told me that when she heard this song, she always thought of me. I don't actually know why. C'est Si Bon by Eartha Kitt reminds me of .. wait for it .. France! .. No, but actually I heard it for the first time in the movie Something's Gotta Give .. One of my favorite movies btw. And everytime I'm in France, I think of this song. Cause I loooove France, and this song means "It's so good". And it is. In France, everything just feels .. good. Which brings me to something that makes me feel not-so-good. I was supposed to be going to France in the easter holiday, which I was looking SO forward to. But now it turns out we're not going anyway. Again. So .. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bublé - Home reminds me of all the times I've been down in the dumps and just tired of everything, and just wanted to be somewhere else. And his other songs Come Fly With Me and Quando Quando Quando just make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we've established that every song reminds me of something. I'd better stop before I remember too many things. But that's why it's fun to listen to old songs that you used to hear a lot once .. It suddenly reminds you of things you had forgotten about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5452385138000969963?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/DP3vU78J-LM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/DP3vU78J-LM/this-is-how-you-remind-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-how-you-remind-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-6442398509119097125</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-20T01:38:31.542+01:00</atom:updated><title>Did you take the time to realize?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess you can say I've got a lot on my mind lately. One thing builds upon the other, and it just stresses me out. It makes it so easy to feel like your entire world is coming down on you every time a small thing upsets you. I know it's cliché, but I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders sometimes. And I don't know where else to lash out than here. I hate talking to other people about these kind of things. I feel so stupid. And I feel it's a waste of time, because they wouldn't care anyway.  And I don't even know what's bugging me. It's just .. there's always something. And it feels like no watter what I do, I can't win. But it would be nice if someone would just listen for a change. Make it easy on me. I'm so used to listening to everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knows me, knows that I'm a very happy person. And I am. I'm good at putting the bad things at the back of my mind, and just carrying on. And that's what I do. It's only when I'm alone and have plenty of time to think that I .. well, think too much. But I guess everybody feels like that once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;But when I do things that make me happy .. like shopping .. Oh, shopping. Everything just dissappears, and I'm in heaven. I actually just watched Confessions Of A Shopaholic, and recognized myself in what she said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When I shop the world gets better, the world is better; and then it's not anymore and I have to do it again.". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, already now writing all of this down, I feel like the world just got a whole lot lighter.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like watching Confessions Of A Shopaholic again now. It's such a great movie. But I'd better go to bed. I'm flying home to Denmark tomorrow, after having been in England for a week - shopping. It's been so nice to just relax and shop. No school, no nothing. But tomorrow it's back to reality. Harsh reality. I have to get up at 6. The taxi is coming at 7.  I kind of wish I didn't have to go. But all good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-6442398509119097125?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/mIpHutPko_8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/mIpHutPko_8/did-you-take-time-to-realize.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-you-take-time-to-realize.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-7246512270036000487</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T20:42:27.273+01:00</atom:updated><title>Meet me halfway</title><description>It's a weird feeling .. That feeling when you see someone who has everything you've ever dreamed of. Like, the "perfect" life. And suddenly it feels like all the hard work you put into things just goes unnoticed and unappreciated. Almost like you're being taken for granted. And it sucks. Suckity-suck-sucks. But no big surprise there. I mean, nothing really surprises me these days anymore. A huge freakin' pink elephant could show up at my door, and I wouldn't be surprised. I just don't really care. No big woop.&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, nobody really has a genuinely perfect life. And I don't expect that. Sometimes it's just easy to wish for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Carrie from SatC said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I admit it's tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'll do!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to have a shower and then watch Sex and the City .. Just what I need after a long day. Maybe I'll watch Svenska Hollywoodfruar too .. It's kind of like The Real Housewives of Orange County and that stuff, but with rich swedes. It's very entertaining actually :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-7246512270036000487?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/abB2T9CaPeo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/abB2T9CaPeo/meet-me-halfway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-me-halfway.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-4062498697904447444</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T22:07:25.504+01:00</atom:updated><title>Silent city</title><description>It's like the snow has shut this city down. Busses aren't going, people don't want to walk around .. This is one of the depressing things about living in a city so small. There are not a lot of things to do in the first place, and when it begins to snow all you can do is just wait for it to be over. And then when you're sick, like I've been the last week,  you're on the verge of going crazy. You can't really go out, you can't really do anything. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I could use a big fat holiday. Get faaar far away from cold and snowy Denmark, and go somewhere warm and nice. My mind needs it, my body needs it and my skin needs it .. Seriously .. I'm very pale. I don't know why, and I don't remember if it's always been like this .. But I've been very, very pale for the last few years at least. Maybe it's the the lack of iron-thing, or something else. Dunno. But all I know is that I could really use some sun!!&lt;br /&gt;I think a factor to why I'm pale and my immune system is so low, is because I feel stressed a lot of the time. I spend so much time worrying and thinking. I'm worried about not getting good enough grades, not doing good enough at school etc. It's my future, and it's important to me. It's like my ticket out of here. But I've decided to slow down a little. Not care so much about the small things, and stop worrying. And that goes for everything in life. Whatever will be, will be. Time to accept that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am actually going on a kind of "holiday" next sunday .. My sister and I are going to visit my grandmother in England. I suppose it will be quite nice to get away and go shoppiiing .. Things are so much cheaper over there, and I always find a million things I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking forward to the summerholiday though ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-4062498697904447444?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/XzMioTP4K-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/XzMioTP4K-g/silent-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-city.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5517243581894335353</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T21:08:50.753+01:00</atom:updated><title>Let's not pretend, cause love is the end</title><description>After a week of being sick and barely being able to eat, I woke up happy and feeling well today. I decided I wanted to investigate where all our old photos from our digital camera have gone, so I've spent hours looking for photos from past holidays. I even found pictures I've never even seen before. Looking at old photos is a bit bittersweet. You start to miss it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish you had never grown up. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy enough now .. But sometimes things just get so hard. And the people you love the most are the people who tend to hurt you the most. I guess that's life. Everybody wishes life could be easy. But there's no amount of money, material things or magic in the world that can make life easy.&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, sometimes it's nice to look at old pictures. You start to remember things you had forgotten all about. Most specifically I was actually looking for photos from our trip to South Africa a few years ago. We have most of them, but unfortunately a great deal of them went missing for some reason. We got home and put them on our computer, and noticed that a lot were missing. These were photos from our last days, where we did some really fun stuff. My sister and I rented horses and went riding along Nordhoek Beach .. We also went on a safari. And just those days were the days where we took lots of pictures .. So it's pretty sad that we've lost them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the future .. It's been snowing all day, so I'm really hoping school will be cancelled tomorrow. We're doing a project this week, so I wouldn't exactly be crying myself to sleep if we had the day off. Other than that? .. I'm pretty happy and content right now. Nothing major going on. I'm just hoping spring starts sooner than later. I can't wait to feel those first sun-rays. Winter always makes despressing things even more depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to go and work out .. Time to start working on my beach body. Summer is "only" 5 months away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I tried red lipstick for the first time yesterday. I think it turned out pretty nice ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/S1Nt08ke3fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RV6ZeTPsLO4/s1600-h/Lips.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/S1Nt08ke3fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RV6ZeTPsLO4/s200/Lips.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427802732291350002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5517243581894335353?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/bGtf2jXXgrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/bGtf2jXXgrI/lets-not-pretend-cause-love-is-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/S1Nt08ke3fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RV6ZeTPsLO4/s72-c/Lips.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-not-pretend-cause-love-is-end.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-3662117435013682799</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T23:17:44.788+01:00</atom:updated><title>New Moon and other stuff</title><description>Last night I went to the cinema with a friend to watch New Moon .. I am apparently one of the last people to watch it .. Anyway, it was a really, really great movie. Better than the first I think. If you're a girl, you constantly just sit and think "aaaw" .. All those things Edward says to Bella .. It's so cute, I almost cried happy tears. And then when the movie is done, you're left thinking why real life isn't like that. I can see why guys don't really want to see it. It is very "romancy". Probably too much. At least to them. But what I like about movies like this is that they put it all out there. Like it should be.&lt;br /&gt;I looove it when he says "Bella, I can't live in a world where you don't exist. You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever" .. Okay, I'm sorry, I'll stop now. But who wouldn't want to hear that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just 2-3 days the christmas holiday begins. FINALLY. I've been waiting for it forever. The reason why I say 2-3 is because it actually starts thursday. That's when I'm going to a christmas party with my class. The next day there's no school really, we're just having breakfast together. So I've got two days of school left now. It doesn't seem like that much, but it actually is. I've been in a holiday-coma for the past two weeks, so I'm not going to awake anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Today I got an early christmas present. One of the best ever. My danish teacher, mostly resembling Hitler, is cutting down on hours. Or so she says. Which means we're getting a new teacher. It's the best thing that's happened to me this month .. She's absolutely hopeless, and has an attitude that no teacher should have. So good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that? .. Hmm. I've got nothing for now. I'm just getting through the days thinking of the holiday ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/SygK3Zg6InI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WrnSuNv-IcU/s1600-h/heidi-klum-fuck-you_38311219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/SygK3Zg6InI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WrnSuNv-IcU/s200/heidi-klum-fuck-you_38311219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415590498771018354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-3662117435013682799?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/sgJuKTaN_JU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/sgJuKTaN_JU/new-moon-and-other-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fq268peauNA/SygK3Zg6InI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WrnSuNv-IcU/s72-c/heidi-klum-fuck-you_38311219.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-and-other-stuff.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5638718877718935666</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T21:21:08.353+02:00</atom:updated><title>Hold on ..</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my favorite new songs right now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Bublé - Hold On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't they always say we were the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that we were once, babe, we were once,&lt;br /&gt;but luck will leave you cursed, it is a faithless friend,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, when life has got you down,&lt;br /&gt;you've got someone here that you can wrap your arms around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to me tight,&lt;br /&gt;hold on to me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We are stronger here together,&lt;br /&gt;than we could ever be alone.&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to me,&lt;br /&gt;don't you ever let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thousand ways for things to fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;but it's no ones fault, no it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all the plans we made might not work out,&lt;br /&gt;but I have no doubt, even though it's hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;I've got faith in us, and I believe in you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to me tight.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, I promise it will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's you and me together,&lt;br /&gt;and baby all we've got is time.&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to me,&lt;br /&gt;hold on to me tonight ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/katrinestorgaard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/katrinestorgaard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5638718877718935666?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/sy_DMVIaYhg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/sy_DMVIaYhg/hold-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/hold-on.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5805271068400628687</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T23:56:04.064+02:00</atom:updated><title>SatC 2 - great or just good?</title><description>As everyone around me knows, I absolutely can't WAIT for the Sex and the City sequel. But the problem is that there's been so much gossip about it this time around. When the last movie was being shot, I didn't read anything about it anywhere. I didn't see pictures or anything. Now, when I'm reading blogs like Perez Hilton etc. I can't avoid seeing pictures from almost every single scene, and possible spoilers. Of course I don't read them involuntarily, cause when it's there, you might as well read it. But because of all this, I don't think the second movie will be as surprising or interesting to watch as the first one. I mean, it doesn't matter so much to me. I can watch the series and the first movie a million times and still think they're great. But during the movie I'll be thinking "Oh yeah, I saw that one coming because of those rumours and pictures that were released months ago." I'm sure there will still be some twists and such, that nobody could know about, though. I just hope the media hasn't ruined it for all the other SatC fans, with all the spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am enjoying my autumn holiday very much. I haven't done anything special, just been with my boyfriend for a couple of days, and relaxed. That's the nice thing about holidays .. You don't have to do a thing. A lot of people think it's the perfect time to do lots of stuff and go lots of places .. But then when you get back to school, you'll be even more exhausted than before, won't you? That's my theory, and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can slowly begin to feel that winter and Christmas are on their way now. It's so cold outside, and I'm practically just waiting for the snow to begin to fall. They've also already started selling christmas cookies and other things for that time of year, in the stores now.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, guess there's nothing else to do than bundle up and ride out the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos noches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5805271068400628687?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/yt7ZRezP9Vk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/yt7ZRezP9Vk/satc-2-great-or-just-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/satc-2-great-or-just-good.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-4472666420980238046</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T21:41:23.286+02:00</atom:updated><title>Frostbite!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or that is at least what I think I must have. It's so freaking cold, and I can't feel my feet .. I get cold easily, and get purple/blue nails as soon as i freeze .. But today it's seriously cold. Last night when I went to bed, I had to sleep with a hot waterbottle AND 2 duvets, just to feel comfortable. I hate the cold!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I don't even know if I have to go to school. All I know is that there are going to be some demonstrations against the new finance-law, which hasn't even been legislated yet. So some people are going to block the school or something. I don't really care what they are doing, I just want to know if I have to go to school, or if I can spend the day under my fabulously warm duvet. But I guess I'll have to go to school tomorrow morning and find out. And other than that, there's only 4 days of school left, and then autumn holiday. Woohooo. But if I know my teachers even the slightest, we'll have homework enough to last the entire time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for a looooong hot shower .. Maybe, and just maybe, I'll stay in there forever. Or at least until it starts getting warm outside again. Imagine how nice and pruney I would become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-4472666420980238046?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/0ooQL_sz0RY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/0ooQL_sz0RY/frostbite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/frostbite.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-1625997414470559724</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T23:46:42.885+02:00</atom:updated><title>You could buy me diamonds ..</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. You could buy me pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me on a cruise around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, you know I'm worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he walks the mile, makes you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the while being true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't take for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The passion that she has for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou will lose if you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To refuse to put her first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She will and she can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a man who knows her worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;f you never play me&lt;br /&gt;Promise not to bluff&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold it down when shit gets rough&lt;br /&gt;Cuz baby, I know you're worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I looove Alicia Keys, and especially this song. It's fabuloso!&lt;/span&gt;  All of her songs are great, but my favorites are If I Ain't Got You and this one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today has been a looong one. And I've been to the dentist .. Ouch!. She gave me a local anaesthetic in my nerve at the left side of my mouth, and as a result, that half became COMPLETELY numb. I couldn't feel a thing. Half my tongue and half my bottom lip, and then the rest of that side of the mouth was totally paralyzed. I must have looked like a retard, and sounded like one too. It lasted 5 hours too .. I'm never going through that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening has been quiet .. I haven't really been doing anything. I got an sms from one of my friends who lives far away, saying how she had been eating mango chutney earlier, and thought of me, because at Oure we used to be the only ones who liked it, and ate SO much of it together. It might seem weird to others, but it's good old memories to us (: . It made me miss my friends that I don't get to see very much. After having lived together for a year, you do become close. They are without a doubt some of the most genuine friends I have. And that means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another looong day tomorrow too, so I guess it's time to catch up on my sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Katy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-1625997414470559724?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/T7Ztupc6EGE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/T7Ztupc6EGE/you-could-buy-me-diamonds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-could-buy-me-diamonds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-9181757570078224921</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T22:47:36.996+02:00</atom:updated><title>Sometimes we need to stop ..</title><description>.. analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happens. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-9181757570078224921?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/_IUDb_Qhymo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/_IUDb_Qhymo/sometimes-we-need-to-stop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-we-need-to-stop.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-8176059529226493287</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T23:44:31.191+02:00</atom:updated><title>Tomorrow I am going to starve myself ..</title><description>Why? .. Because I have to. My crazy religion teacher has suggested that we all fast for the day, just like muslims. I might as well kill myself now. I can already feel the sugar-cravings ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so far this week has been a very long one. And it's only wednesday. But long phonecalls with friends and Sex and the City have helped a lot .. I think the mixture of autumn/winter in the air, and being alone has made it hard for me to fall asleep at night, and get up in the morning. It probably just takes some getting used to .. And of course, the thought of school doesn't make things better. I need a holiday ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no more depressing thoughts! .. I need to go to bed soon, and get ready for my fast tomorrow. My strategy is to stock up on breakfast, and hope that will be enough for the rest of the day. But knowing me, I'll probably snooze until 07:27 (my alarmclock goes off every 9 minutes when I press snooze), quickly have a five-minute shower, get dressed and only manage to eat a piece of fruit or something for breakfast. And still manage to be late for school. My mornings don't really work out that well for me .. And then again, I suppose they do. After all, I manage to get myself out of bed and to school almost on time. Most of the time, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, another episode of Sex y la Ciudad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-8176059529226493287?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/PceT3WlaCDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/PceT3WlaCDk/tomorrow-i-am-going-to-starve-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow-i-am-going-to-starve-myself.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5043153986244396672</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T23:05:37.876+02:00</atom:updated><title>All aloneee ..</title><description>Coming home to an empty house is actually a pretty lonely feeling. I always thought I liked being alone .. But now I know that I don't like it for too long ..&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my parents are actually first coming home sunday, so now I'm planning on going up to our summerhouse on friday. Just for the weekend. I could also stay here and go out partying with some friends, but .. I don't really know if I feel like it. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think of one of my favorite episodes of Sex and the City, I Heart NY, where Carrie wakes up feeling cold because her window is open, and feels how the seasons are "clicking", and how it's becoming autumn. It makes her feel lonely, so she calls Mr. Big and asks if he ever feels lonely. He, as a man who never says the right things, just says no .. So she asks if she can come over. And then she sees that all his furniture is gone, and finds out he's moving to Napa. But the part I love most, is the ending. She comes into his empty apartment, and finds 2 things. A record they listened to a few days earlier "Moon River", with a note on it saying "If you ever get lonely" .. And in front, an envelope saying "If &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; ever get lonely", with a planeticket to Napa in it .. It's soooo sweet .. Sigh .. And I watch WAY too much Sex and the City .. But it just makes me so happy. So maybe I should have a "Happy hour" every evening, where I watch Sex and the City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is just another day .. Wake up early, school .. So depressing. It kind of feels like a waste of life. Always the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home this evening, I didn't really feel at home. It's hard to explain. Everything looked the same way I left it last friday, but still everything felt strange. I've lived here my whole life, but I don't feel any connection. And I know I won't be sad the day I move. Sure, I'll miss the house I've grown up in, and all my friends. But I'll be happy to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to find out why I feel the way I do .. And I think it's because this town is too small and quiet for me. I love cities like Copenhagen, where something's always happening .. And you can get around at any time. Shops are always open, and there are always people around. This town is like a 5th grade camp-trip .. Lights out at 10 o'clock. I guess that's the main reason. Sometimes I over-think about things like this. That's the reason I can never fall asleep in the evening. But I've figured that I better make the best of living here .. I can't go around all the time thinking "Oh god, I wish I could move away from here" .. Not that I do that, but .. still. And it's only just over 1 1/2 years till I move. So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has gotten really long all of a sudden, so I think it's time to wrap it up now ..&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5043153986244396672?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/KyjN2D11yxY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/KyjN2D11yxY/all-aloneee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-aloneee.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-2543912941295670689</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T17:36:24.511+02:00</atom:updated><title>One of the best quotes ..</title><description>"Never take things for granted&lt;br /&gt;Hold every person you love to your heart&lt;br /&gt;because you might wake up one day,&lt;br /&gt;and realize that you've lost your diamond&lt;br /&gt;while you were too busy collecting stones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it earlier, and had to write it down. So I did it here. I think it says so much .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just said goodbye to my parents. They are going away for either a few days or until next wednesday. My dad is having a hip resurfacing operation, so they don't really know. We have a lot of stairs in our house here, so they might just stay in the summerhouse where it's flat, for a few days. I kind of wish I was coming. I mean, I like being home alone, but not for so long. I get a bit lonely .. Poor me, right? And now I can look forward to eating only yogurt for the next few days. When I'm alone I really just don't want to cook. And I don't want to be unhealthy and eat pizza all the time either. So I'm taking the easy/lazy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start watching season 4 of Sex and the City tonight. I've seen it plenty of times, but that doesn't really matter. It's always good.&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway .. I better get started .. My homework isn't gonna do itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-2543912941295670689?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/rQw6Z_03Mf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/rQw6Z_03Mf4/one-of-best-quotes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-best-quotes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-2134462507230903758</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T20:39:07.974+02:00</atom:updated><title>"Nobody puts Baby in a corner"</title><description>This morning when I turned on the news, the first thing I saw was the headline "Patrick Swayze has died". I knew that he had been fighting with cancer for a while, but I hadn't seen that coming. What a shame to lose such a talented actor. I'll always remember him for his role as Johnny Castle in Dirty Dancing. R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a really long day in school today, so I'm really tired now. Unfortunately I have homework .. Maths, which I hate more than anything on earth. One of the things I hate most, is that I don't understand it. Most of it, at least. I guess I'll just have to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this week will go fast .. This weekend I'm going to see my boyfriend, and in the train on the way there, I'm going to see one of my really good friends, Claudia. I haven't seen her in over a year, so it's about time. So it really won't feel like as long a trip as usual. For the first 1 1/2 hours of the trip, 2 of my friends from my class are on the train, so that's nice. And half an hour later, and for the rest of the trip, Claudia will be there to entertain me. Sounds good to me!&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, my boyfriend and I are going to our favorite restaurant for sushi. It's some of the best sushi any of us have ever had, so I can't wait. I can just taste that volcano-roll right now .. Mmmm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now it's time for homework, I guess. And then I should really exercise if there's time.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i HAVE to watch Sex and the City. I feel like it's ages since I've watched it, and I really need my "fix". Whenever I'm the least bit in a bad mood, I just watch Sex and the City, and then I'm myself again. It's my new drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-2134462507230903758?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/Bbn144ylfxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/Bbn144ylfxs/nobody-puts-baby-in-corner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/09/nobody-puts-baby-in-corner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8494612961052635038.post-5987718253825477040</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T22:52:31.572+02:00</atom:updated><title>La Douleur Exquise!</title><description>Last night, my friend Julia and I watched Sex and the City for THIRTEEN freaking hours. We had planned on seeing all 6 seasons, but we "only" managed to see 2 of them. But still, I'm not tired of watching it .. I actually want more. And all day I've really wanted to watch my favorite episode again; "La Douleur Exquise!". I just looooooove Sex and the City .. And I can't wait till the new movie is coming out .. Suddenly May feels ages away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? It's a saturday night, and I'm bored .. I just spent a little over an hour on my new header above. I think it turned out pretty nice. I decided to change the colours and the style of my blog a little. It's more stylish now, than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, a quote from Sex and the City:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quotecontent"&gt;"After all, seasons change, so do cities; people come into your life and people go.&lt;br /&gt;But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away." Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8494612961052635038-5987718253825477040?l=lifebykaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~4/9eCqIqJ9Mqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Lifebykaty/~3/9eCqIqJ9Mqs/la-douleur-exquise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Katy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lifebykaty.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-douleur-exquise.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

