Inspiration: Watermelon

{Photos from: weheartit }

There are SO many ways to eat, or even drink, watermelon. And to me, watermelon is part of summer and also one of my favorite fruits. I can eat it, drink it. I’ll try almost anything with watermelon! In which form do you prefer watermelon?

The Day after too much Whiskey

As I got home from the party around 03:00 am I created the well-known “trail of clothes” on the floor and instead of going straight to bed I decided to take a shower. I really dislike the smell of smoke on my clothes and especially in my hair {Loads of my friends smoke}, so a shower takes care of that problem easily. After the shower I didn’t feel as tired as I thought I was and I decided to indulge in some leftover pasta from earlier, whilst watching Sex and The City.

I had planned a lot of things for today but my body decided against it. I did manage to clean my apartment and tidy up some things. I have, correction, had a lot of CD’s and I never listen to CD’s anymore since I usually use my Ipod and my Ipod docking station. Is that the word? Docking station? What an odd name… Anyway, since I don’t use CD’s anymore I figured I should throw them out. However I saved a few CD’s I just couldnt bare throwing away. Some of them were my Spice Girls CD’s which was some of my very first I ever owned. They’re just too sentimental to me to throw away so up to the attic they go! I hope you will all have a great weekend. I’m gonna end this post with three pictures I took when I got home from the party;

Gin, you little devil.

Yesterday I was at a friend’s house to celebrate that exams are done and that we finally have vacation. It was super cozy and I met some kind new people as well. But it also got me thinking and realizing how much alcohol actually does affect people.

As I arrived to the party {30 minutes late as usual} I said hello to all the familiar faces and politely introduced me to the rest. I ended up talking to one of F’s friends and I found his life quite amazing. He was a danish guy but he lived and studied History in NYC. My, I envy that. I love NYC and I hope to one day go and study there myself. Maybe not for many years but just for a year or even less. Anything would do. One of his other friends, FFR, have always been very charming and fun. As I stood talking to him about everything and anything I wondered how a guy like that could be single. I guess he’s just one of those guys you find extremely attractive… Until he met his good pals Gin and Tonic. Come three hours later most of the party was preeeetty wasted, which is what to expect from one of these parties. I, myself was pretty drunk but not as much as the rest.

The guy and I had been flirting a bit. But looking at him now, as drunk as he was, I saw him in a completely different light. That was not the guy I thought was charming. I preferred the intellectual part of him which wasn’t present in his current state… So I went to talk to other people. But a bit later the guy had vanished into the bathroom with my sweet friend RH. I love RH she is amazing and I care a lot about her but she was very, very drunk. Now, what bothers me in this scenario is not about her and him. It’s about how alcohol can just change people completely, or maybe show the true nature of them? I want to be clear of one thing, this isn’t normally my friend’s behavior and I don’t judge her for this at all. But him. I thought so much of him and now I could not think less of him. I guess if I find myself attracted to someone, not just their looks but when I actually like having a conversation with them… Then I don’t want it to be defied and ruined by making out when drunk. Thankfully there are over half a million people who lives in Copenhagen and many, many more men to be disappointed over.


No, I’m not Lea.

thats not my name

Okay so rant incoming. I guess I should be used to it by now and I sort of am. It’s happened ever since I was a child. However, it does not get less annoying nor does it make me stop wonder how people can misspell it in some cases. My name is Leah. L E A H. It’s not Lea, or Leha {yes some has actually spelled it like that} and it’s not Leia either. Sometimes I get so fed up when people misspell my name. I think it to be fair to misspell it if they haven’t seen how my name is written. Because then YES it could be either way. But… Some people on Facebook even though they know me well, they misspell my name. I can’t help but to think how!? You can even see my name right there next to my tiny little photo. How… How do you manage not to give my name an H in the end? So many people actually forget it. It’s aggravating at times. I remember a scenario from when I was around thirteen or fourteen, we had gotten a new substitute and she wanted to learn all my names. When she came to me she asked me my name…

“I’m Leah” I answered.
“Oh, how do you spell that?”
“I’m Leah with an h”.
Ah right L-E-H-A”.
“What? No,no the h is in the end of the name,
else it would sound like Leha, and that is not what I said”.
Oh.. I see.. How peculiar

Over the years I’ve had same sort of encounters at random places. So yes I am used to it but when it happens on Facebook where you CAN actually see my correct name it just gets too much. Oh, I know some of you may find this whole name thing to be silly but trust me, if you have a name that can be spelled in different ways you’ll know what I’m on about. And if this is the case, have you ever been annoyed by it?