... And Stuff

"Winter, oh winter, why dost thou hate me?"
Those where my thoughts when I woke this morning. Gone was the beautiful promise of warmth and sun that had been heralded throughout the entire Danish land only a few days before, and now, instead the land is covered in a white blanket of chilly wetness.

It wouldn't be so bad though, if someone hadn't invited the arctic winds to do the meteorological equivalent of a drive-by and send the snow flying sideways through the streets of Aarhus, and straight into *my* face. It was haunting me, I tell ya. (I tried hiding from the snow at one point, and honest to God the wind shifted direction at that exact time, all in an effort to, I believe, sandblast my pretty face with jagged shards of ice - don't ask why or how that works, but I think King Winter holds a personal grudge against me).

Because I can

So there I was, just lying in my bed at 4.30 AM with nothing to do (since sleeping apparently was out of the question), and all kinds of thoughts rambling in my mind, and I thought to myself, "You should like totally blog about all the wonderful things going on in your head. Especially, since on the Internet everyone will be really nice to you, and stuff!" (Okay, that weren't my exact thoughts at the moment, but they sum it up pretty decently.)

Scoffing at my own foolish innocence in regards to the intricate workings of the interwebz, I dug out my laptop and started to clean up an old and barely used corner of the net, which had been assigned to me, courtesy of a dear friend, and voilà (or viola - whichever is not a musical instrument), here I am. And here you are as well.

On the off-chance that you don't know me, and that you by some freak coincidence clicked onto this page, and now desperately find yourself looking for the 'Escape the madness' button, while shaking furiously and mumbling "Stranger Danger!" under your breath: Hi. I'm Thorsten. I'm 25 years of age and live in Aarhus, Denmark.

See, now where not strangers anymore. You can relax, take a deep breath, and safely be on your merry way. Or not. No pressure.

If you're still here. Or you know me already and wonder what the heck I'm doing writing a blog, since you know I have the social attention-span of a Mayfly with a severe case of Alzheimer's (I, by the way, just had to Google "disease where you keep forgetting things" to remember that name - I knew it started with an A), well, the answer is:

Because I can.