"The man who paints the house"

I am supposed to be starting 2 weeks worth of architectural sketches that I've put off until now (who's surprised?) but I have recieved a complaint that my blog is too focused on the bar scene, so I'm here to redeem myself to my family members :)

Fortunately, embarrassing situations seem to follow me even during the daytime. Earlier this week, we decided to buy tickets to a F.C. Kobenhavn football (soccer..) game this Sunday. You'd think we'd be pros at buying tickets online by now, with booking flights and hostels and everything, but this site was partially in Danish so we had to wing it a little. Courtney, Jamie, and I thought we were purchasing the cheapest seats in the stadium (nosebleed section, I mean, come on) but in actuality Jamie ordered a child's ticket .... maybe she can pass for 17, not that bad really.... and Courtney and I ordered SENIOR CITIZEN tickets. I'm not sure we can pass for 65. So this one is going to be fun to sort out on game day.

Speaking of senior citizens, that is how Iben basically refers to everyone over the age of 50. I didn't realize this until tonight, but she had Daniel and Kristian when she was my age... so she's only 36! No wonder she always talks about people in their 40s being old. She said she didn't want to be an old mom, but wowwww.

I didn't have class today so I was the last one to leave the house this morning. This happens kind of often because everyone is always on different schedules. (I have no idea how the boys' school schedule works) But anyway, Iben always tells me to lock the doors and everything.... oh, and "the man who paints the house will be here in the morning." The man who paints the house has been here just about every morning since I got here. I'm convinced he is painting it one brick at a time. I have no idea what his name is, and he doesn't speak any english, but the other day we started exchanging "hej"s as I awkardly walk out of the house and under his ladder. Today he said something in Danish, to which I replied, "yeah." He's very mysterious, this man who paints the house. I think I'll miss him when he's gone.

In other news, Patrick Swayze died the other day (I'm sure this is not the first you are hearing this). So last night, I went to the DIS shared housing for dinner & to watch "Dirty Dancing" in his honor. Best line of the movie? "Where is my BEIGE, IRIDESCENT LIPSTICK?!"

Today my Public Health class had a field study to the Frederiksberg Health Centre (located on Peter Bangs Vej, btw). I decided that I was going to walk there because it didn't make sense for me to go all the way to DIS to meet everyone first. The walk was a little more of a hike than expected... probably a little over 4 miles round trip. It was a nice day though, and it was probably good to burn off those random hot dogs we got on the street last night. This field study was actually interesting, and all about health promotion/prevention in the community/etc. The one guy speaking was in charge of like sex ed and STD testing... and at one point I swear he said, "We don't want to tell them that if you have sex you WILL get chlamydia...." and I reeeaaalllllyyyy wanted to shout out "AND DIE!" but I'm not sure he would have gotten the reference to "Mean Girls."

Now that I have sufficiently procrastinated, time to go draw some "exploded axons" of buildings. I wish I knew what that meant. I wish I wasn't the only NON architecture student in the class. But that's whatcha get.

Until the next time I have a funny bar story.....

- Caitlin