Crash, It’s really great to read about your new fitness journey. I love your enthusiasm and I’m excited to hear you’re seeing results. So in that spirit, I’m going to pause on the post I’ve been working on about a Disney movie I really enjoy (I’ll get back to it; don’t worry) to talk about…
“So Crash, how’s your Danish these days?” “Oh, it’s great! I know the words for left and right, lift, shoulder, legs and arms. Basically – I know gym danish. Yeah.”
Hello all! I am Land Mermaid, and I’m about to treat you to a depressing intro post. Sorry? Here we go: For the longest time I believed that school was the absolute clearest path to success. It was supposed to go like this: if: good grades then: college admission; followed by if: good grades then:…
The danish language is difficult. It is easier if I am slightly drunk, or have a mouth full of food.
There are no words, really. But I’ll try.
We did tourist-y things in London and it was awesome!
Different chemistry. Different supplies. Different rules. New places.
How far do we have to advance in academia to feel like we really belong?
There you are: living in the US, cohabiting (is this a fucking word?) with a cat, and getting a job in Denmark. Despite what most of your family and friends tell you, you decide you are going to bring your furry friend to Denmark. You’re a planner, so you start figuring out the logistics of…
What can I put here that will make you keep reading? Imagine that’s what you just read.
Hey No-Pants…you can change these excerpts. =D