Here we go

Where to begin? Humm.. Well I splurged on a plane ticket and flew to Copenhagen, Denmark last weekend to meet a fellow couchsurfer. Good times, good times. I even took the train, by myself, from the airport to Nykobing Falster, where he lives. I'm getting damn good at this whole travelling alone thing. I'm quite proud of myself, to be honest. 

This past week though, I've been feeling quite homesick. Probably because the holidays are fast approaching, and this will be my first Christmas away from my family, my country, everything. I'll survive, but still, it's a bit depressing. Also doesn't help that I'm not really getting along with everyone lately. Probably because of my bad attitude, I'm not too sure. They're just all getting on my nerves, and I blame it on the fact that I'm not used to having so many girlfriends. I miss my boys back home! I get along so much better with boys. Oh well.. what can you do?

Anyway, this weekend Fabian (the couchsurfer we stayed with in Hamburg, Germany) and his friend Evelyn are coming to party. I'm hoping it will be a good time but with my moods lately.. who the fuck knows? Blah. 

Oh. And to make my life just that much more complicated, I've developed a huge crush on a boy who lives thousands of miles away from me, whom I'll probably never have a chance with. Sweeet. And to make matters worse, he gives me butterflies. I haven't felt butterflies in a looong ass time, oh dear. Heart, get ready to ache. 

RIP Baby

So I finally called my Daddy last night because I hadn't talked to him in awhile, due to him being on this weird new shift, and the 6 hour time difference. He tells me "we lost the dog!" What do you mean you lost the dog? Those dogs are too damn smart to just "get lost". No, she died. My fucking baby died and I didn't even get to say goodbye. The worst part is that she died the day after my birthday, October 4. They didn't want to tell me, they weren't going to tell me, they didn't want to "upset me". So what, were you just going to wait until I came back to Canada A YEAR FROM NOW and when I went looking for her, "ohh yeah.. she died!" 

WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE!?!!?

I don't understand how this happened. She was 12, Pal is only 6 or something and she would ALWAYS outrun him. Although, he does weigh a hell of a lot more than her but still. She was so healthy, so full of life. At least she died happy, peacefully, in the comfort of her own home. She just went to sleep, and never woke up. I guess that's good! I mean.. isn't that how we all want this to end?

I'm really not impressed with them not telling me when it first happened. Everyone knew, and nobody said anything. I broke down last night after he told me, obviously. And I went to bed early because I've been sick, and I just didn't want to deal with my thoughts, so sleep was the best medicine. I would wake up though, and my mind would be elsewhere.. but then she would drift back into my thoughts and I would remember that she was gone. The only thing that's comforting is the fact that I will see her again. 

RIP Brandy baby! I love you, and we're all going to miss you. 

She was the best dog EVER! 

In other news; Yes, I'm incredibly sick. It better fucking go away because I am going to Denmark on the 20th! To see a boy that I met on Couchsurfing whom I sort of have a crush on. It should be fun times! We talk alot and he's really nice :) 

I cannot wait. And he says that if it goes well, he will come here for New Years. Sweet! 

Anddd! Fabian (the Couchsurfer Lindy and I stayed with in Hamburg, Germany) is coming to visit on the 28th with Evelyn! I cannot wait for this either, they are so awesome and we're going to have such an awesome time! 

Life is so strange.

I really need to keep up with this thing more often. 

Anyway, things are still good. Ventured to Germany October 23-26 with my friend Lindy just for a mini vacation. Spent some time in Buxtehude (my favourite), Stade, Jork and Hamburg. Not a huge fan of Germany though, or the people. The train broke down on the way home, so we got stuck in Munster for a couple hours and then had to take a bus back to Holland. Didn't get to Amsterdam until 2:30am, when we should have been home and in bed by midnight. Of course, the trains were no longer running to our little town so we had to sleep in this woman's flat, who we had met on the bus. Interesting. 

Since being here, I've slept in so many random places. A couple places around here, after a night of heavy drinking. A sweet family in Jork, and a couchsurfer in Hamburg, and another couchsurfer in Gent, and that woman in Amsterdam.. Life is much, much different here. I feel like a totally new person. 

Last night I went to Amsterdam to meet up with one of my second cousin's who I don't even remember meeting, although I have when I was quite young. He lived here for 6 years and came back to visit some friends and his girlfriends family in Spain, so I decided to go out drinking with them. Hell, why not? It was quite fun I must say, and even though they are almost the same age as my parents, we partied fucking hard and really got to know one another, and it was an awesome experience.