1. I'm going fishing with the guys.
I'm going to get very drunk and then stand by a river with some weird stick in my hand.
2. Do you want me to help you with making dinner?
Why isn't my meal on the table aready?
3. Yes darling, of course sweetheart.
This doesn't really mean anything, it's genetically intergraded into the male brain.
4. It would take too long to explain it to you
I haven't the faintest idea about how this stuff works.
5. Rest for a minute darling, you're working too hard.
The vacuum cleaner is too loud for me to hear the TV.
6. That's so interesting honey.
You're still talking?
7. Oh you know how bad my memory is getting.
I can sing along to each and every Metallica song, I remember the phone number of the first girl I slept with as well as all the registration numbers on all the cars I've ever owned, but I forgot your birthday.
8. I was just thinking of you and got you these flowers.
The florist is hot!
9. I have my reasons for doing this!
And I'm hoping I'll figure some out soon.
10. What did I do now?
How much do you know?
11. I did hear what you said.
I don't have any idea about what you said and I'm hoping I'll be able to get away with it so you won't be mad at me for three days.
12. You know I could never love another woman!
I've gotten used to your bad temper and I know it could be a lot worse.
13. You look great in that!
...actually you look horrible, but I'm really hungry and I want to get to the restaurant before it closes!
14. No, I'm not lost, I know exactly where we are!
They'll never find us alive.
15. We divide the household chores.
I make a mess and you clean.
16.10.05
3.10.05
FIASCO
After the very weird occurences of last Saturday night I have set myself a few groundrules concerning partying:
#1 I shall not go out again until I've purchased a new mobile phone.
#2 I shall not leave the club where my friends are hanging out, unless I know for certain that they in fact are leaving as well!
#3 I shall never go to the club "Vegamót" again
#4 I shall always, always wear a big sign around my neck saying: "I have a boyfriend. Disgustingly drunk and rude men may stay far away from me and not even contemplate coming over to drool down the neckline of my dress!" - in nine different languages!
#5 I make plans to get home which don't involve taking a taxi!
I'm not in any way sure that I'll be able to stick to any of these new rules, but a girl's gotta have goals, right?
Explanation #1: My mobile phone is turning into some sort of wicked pile of electronic shit - it shuts itself off whenever it feels like taking some time off, it's also convinced that it knows better than me which numbers I should dial or which letters I should write in my messages! Not only that, but the phone decides whether those messages get sent at all or to the right person! It also sees fit to pick out which messages from others I get and which I don't. So yeah, I'm kind of thinking I need a new phone!
Explanation #2: Me and my friends were sitting at this club, having a very good time, when the table we were sitting at got snatched from under our elbows, to make room for the heaps of people who had filled up the club in a marvellously short time! Well since I didn't really have anything better to do, I decided to go to the bathroom... Let me just tell you what it's like to "just go to the bathroom" in a club as crowded as this one was! That whole little toilet trip took me around one hour because not only was there a HUGE queue, but every time it looked like I was next in line to the liberating heaven of releasing the bladder-pressure, some bitches (of the type who believe that just because they're taller and thinner than you, somehow they have a greater right to pee) came and squeezed into the bathroom in front of me! Finally I got very angry, grabbed the bra strap of one of those bitches and sent her my "if-you-go-into-this-bathroom-right-now-I-shall-brake-your-neck"-look! She decided to wait, but not before sending me her "who-does-that-chick-think-she-is?"-look.
Well finally I got into the bathroom and could make my bladder (whick by this time was probably the size of a basketball) very happy!
Ok, so when I came out of the bathroom again I started searching for my friends, but I couldn't find them anywhere. I remembered them saying something about going to another club just as our table was ripped away from us, so I decided to go out and try to locate them. When I got out I noticed that probably around 100 people were queued outside, waiting to get into the club. For some reason it reminded me a lot of the breadlines I saw on the news from the old Soviet Union when I was a kid. For some reason all of the "I-am-so-much-better-than-you"-people had decided that Saturday night was THE night to go out and apparently all of them wanted to be in that club in particular. I've never liked people who see themselves as beeing better than others, so I was very happy to get out of that meat market! So anyway... I was outside in the fresh air now, walking around, sending messages and trying to call my friends, but I never got any answers! I was pretty disappointed, so I just found a club that didn't seem too crowded (it's called Nelly's), got in, bought a beer and sat down. I continued trying to send messages all over the place but much like before, I didn't get any messages back. I never found the girls again that night!
Explanation #3: Well, I think I managed to describe the situation in that club pretty well in explanation #2, so I guess there's nothing much to add. I simply don't feel very well around snobby people! Oh, yeah and when the DJ started playing Justin Timberlake, the little hope I had for that club just died!!
Explanation #4: When I, in my most innocent of mindsets, was sitting at Nelly's trying desperately to get in contact with my friends, there were four Icelandic drunks who came up to me, and for some very strange reason thought I found it extremely charming to have someone drool on my neck, grab my breasts or hear them shout "Viltu koma með mér inn á baðherbergi svo ég geti sýnt þér á mér tillann?" (loosely translated: do you want to come to the bathroom with me so I can show you my penis?) in my ear! Also, some six tourists found reason to assume that just because I was sitting in a club - alone, I was either:
a) looking for a one night stand
b) looking for a heartbroken tourist who could tell me all about how unhappy he is with his wife
c) a prostitute!
I finally gave up on all of this and just headed home to bed, I had become more than a little irritated and that's probably not a good foundation to build a fun night out on!
Explanation #5: For some reason, it looked like the biggest part of the Icelandic population decided to hit downtown Reykjavik that night, so it was pretty much impossible to get a taxi! I don't really understand this. There was, to my knowledge, nothing special going on, only a regular weekend! I guess I may never find that out, but in any case, there was a line for the taxis which I had to stand in for 45 minutes in the pouring rain and the typical "coming-from-all-directions-imaginable"-Icelandic wind! When I finally made it into the taxi I was so tired/sad/disappointed I felt most like crying my eyes out, but fortunately I didn't. I got home at around 4AM, wet to the bone and cold as hell, but very happy about having made it there!
So, that's the end of the explanations. But guess what! When I woke up yesterday morning and looked at my phone, I had received 18 messages!! So at around 8:40 in the morning, my darling of a mobile phone had decided that it was time for me to get them! By reading what is written in the messages, I have a feeling the night would have turned out in an entirely different (and much more fun) way if I had gotten them right away!
#1 I shall not go out again until I've purchased a new mobile phone.
#2 I shall not leave the club where my friends are hanging out, unless I know for certain that they in fact are leaving as well!
#3 I shall never go to the club "Vegamót" again
#4 I shall always, always wear a big sign around my neck saying: "I have a boyfriend. Disgustingly drunk and rude men may stay far away from me and not even contemplate coming over to drool down the neckline of my dress!" - in nine different languages!
#5 I make plans to get home which don't involve taking a taxi!
I'm not in any way sure that I'll be able to stick to any of these new rules, but a girl's gotta have goals, right?
Explanation #1: My mobile phone is turning into some sort of wicked pile of electronic shit - it shuts itself off whenever it feels like taking some time off, it's also convinced that it knows better than me which numbers I should dial or which letters I should write in my messages! Not only that, but the phone decides whether those messages get sent at all or to the right person! It also sees fit to pick out which messages from others I get and which I don't. So yeah, I'm kind of thinking I need a new phone!Explanation #2: Me and my friends were sitting at this club, having a very good time, when the table we were sitting at got snatched from under our elbows, to make room for the heaps of people who had filled up the club in a marvellously short time! Well since I didn't really have anything better to do, I decided to go to the bathroom... Let me just tell you what it's like to "just go to the bathroom" in a club as crowded as this one was! That whole little toilet trip took me around one hour because not only was there a HUGE queue, but every time it looked like I was next in line to the liberating heaven of releasing the bladder-pressure, some bitches (of the type who believe that just because they're taller and thinner than you, somehow they have a greater right to pee) came and squeezed into the bathroom in front of me! Finally I got very angry, grabbed the bra strap of one of those bitches and sent her my "if-you-go-into-this-bathroom-right-now-I-shall-brake-your-neck"-look! She decided to wait, but not before sending me her "who-does-that-chick-think-she-is?"-look.
Well finally I got into the bathroom and could make my bladder (whick by this time was probably the size of a basketball) very happy!
Ok, so when I came out of the bathroom again I started searching for my friends, but I couldn't find them anywhere. I remembered them saying something about going to another club just as our table was ripped away from us, so I decided to go out and try to locate them. When I got out I noticed that probably around 100 people were queued outside, waiting to get into the club. For some reason it reminded me a lot of the breadlines I saw on the news from the old Soviet Union when I was a kid. For some reason all of the "I-am-so-much-better-than-you"-people had decided that Saturday night was THE night to go out and apparently all of them wanted to be in that club in particular. I've never liked people who see themselves as beeing better than others, so I was very happy to get out of that meat market! So anyway... I was outside in the fresh air now, walking around, sending messages and trying to call my friends, but I never got any answers! I was pretty disappointed, so I just found a club that didn't seem too crowded (it's called Nelly's), got in, bought a beer and sat down. I continued trying to send messages all over the place but much like before, I didn't get any messages back. I never found the girls again that night!
Explanation #3: Well, I think I managed to describe the situation in that club pretty well in explanation #2, so I guess there's nothing much to add. I simply don't feel very well around snobby people! Oh, yeah and when the DJ started playing Justin Timberlake, the little hope I had for that club just died!!
Explanation #4: When I, in my most innocent of mindsets, was sitting at Nelly's trying desperately to get in contact with my friends, there were four Icelandic drunks who came up to me, and for some very strange reason thought I found it extremely charming to have someone drool on my neck, grab my breasts or hear them shout "Viltu koma með mér inn á baðherbergi svo ég geti sýnt þér á mér tillann?" (loosely translated: do you want to come to the bathroom with me so I can show you my penis?) in my ear! Also, some six tourists found reason to assume that just because I was sitting in a club - alone, I was either:
a) looking for a one night stand
b) looking for a heartbroken tourist who could tell me all about how unhappy he is with his wife
c) a prostitute!
I finally gave up on all of this and just headed home to bed, I had become more than a little irritated and that's probably not a good foundation to build a fun night out on!
Explanation #5: For some reason, it looked like the biggest part of the Icelandic population decided to hit downtown Reykjavik that night, so it was pretty much impossible to get a taxi! I don't really understand this. There was, to my knowledge, nothing special going on, only a regular weekend! I guess I may never find that out, but in any case, there was a line for the taxis which I had to stand in for 45 minutes in the pouring rain and the typical "coming-from-all-directions-imaginable"-Icelandic wind! When I finally made it into the taxi I was so tired/sad/disappointed I felt most like crying my eyes out, but fortunately I didn't. I got home at around 4AM, wet to the bone and cold as hell, but very happy about having made it there!So, that's the end of the explanations. But guess what! When I woke up yesterday morning and looked at my phone, I had received 18 messages!! So at around 8:40 in the morning, my darling of a mobile phone had decided that it was time for me to get them! By reading what is written in the messages, I have a feeling the night would have turned out in an entirely different (and much more fun) way if I had gotten them right away!
1.10.05
Ethics Test
YOUR INTEGRITY AS A HUMAN BEING IS TESTED.
This test only has the one question, but it's a very important one. By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally. The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision.
Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous.
Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.
You are in Houston, Texas. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of biblical proportions.
You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster.
The situation is nearly hopeless.
You're trying to shoot career-making photos.
There are houses and people swirling around you...some disappearing under the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury. Suddenly you see a man floundering in the water. He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris.You move closer somehow the man looks familiar.
You suddenly realize who it is.
It's George W. Bush!
At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take him under... forever.
You have the two options:
You can save the life of G.W.Bush,
Or
You can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world's most powerful men.
So here's the question, and please give an honest answer:
Would you select high contrast color film or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?
This test only has the one question, but it's a very important one. By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally. The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision.
Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous.
Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.
You are in Houston, Texas. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of biblical proportions.
You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster.
The situation is nearly hopeless.
You're trying to shoot career-making photos.
There are houses and people swirling around you...some disappearing under the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury. Suddenly you see a man floundering in the water. He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris.You move closer somehow the man looks familiar.
You suddenly realize who it is.
It's George W. Bush!
At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take him under... forever.
You have the two options:
You can save the life of G.W.Bush,
Or
You can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world's most powerful men.
So here's the question, and please give an honest answer:
Would you select high contrast color film or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?
29.9.05
Ms.Evil
I can't make a comeback to my blog without a little test! This one actually surprised me, I thought I'd be much "eviler" than that!
How evil are you?
How evil are you?
Weird...
Where the hell did all my links go?? I mean, I know I should have kept a closer look on my blog for the last few months, but to come in here and steal my links is unforgivable! I demand to have them back!
???
???
It's only words!
What is it that makes people so dang touchy these days?? For some reason, a lot of the conversations in my online-chatgroups have lately revolved around hurt feelings because of something some jerk has said, or people getting offended by a rude remark someone has made.
I just don't see the point! Why get angry/offended/sad about something some person you've never met (and probably never will meet) is saying? I understand that words can hurt, but I've just never taken stuff that happens on the internet that seriously. It's so easy to be an idiot, hiding behind your computer somewhere and spew out all sorts of insults, bad language or ugly remarks, but I simply consider my feelings and general wellbeing too valuable to even think about letting something some weirdo utters online bug me at all!!
If he/she sais something awful it's my own choice to either let it bug me tremendously or just let it go. The world is not going to be a better place in any way just because I let that person's remark irritate the crap out of me! In fact, it's going to be a slightly worse place while I'm allowing myself to be in a bad mood because of it. I am the only person affected!
Whether I get hurt (by something someone I don't know nor care about says) or not is a responsibility only I have! I can't expect people all around the globe to have the same vision of what's proper and what's not. I can't demand that their set of values and morals are the same as mine, that's just ridiculous! I can not take responsibility for what they decide to say! What I can take responsibility for, are my own feelings. And in order to carry that responsibility, I choose not to let my feelings become affected and I choose to believe that no matter what that fool is saying, it in all cases says more about him/herself than about me!
So why bother getting insulted? I just don't see a reason to do it. I don't see a reason to let words harm my present state of mind, my mood, my feelings. I don't see any reason what so ever to give a person who means nothing to me that power, no matter what. It's only words!
Oh, and I just want to say I'm sorry for how boring this first post in a loong time is! I'll try to do better.
Also, here's something I found on Maija's blog. You know I'm a sucker for tests like this! But I also thought it was relevant to the post in one way...
Your element is Water: Understanding, intelligent, quiet and calm. You know who you are and no one can change that. Usually quiet but only because you're listening, don't let anyone think you haven't got an opinion! You're not quiet because your shy or sad, you're usually quiet because you are thinking. Your answers are well planned and helpful so people generally seek your advice.
You're the perfect balance between solitary and outgoing. But sometimes you need a little time to yourself to sort out your emotions and figure things out. You understand the phrase 'sticks and stones' and rarely let things get to you. What's that important for you to have to get so upset over? You know what you want out of life but are simply taking your time and enjoying things. To you your life is fine as it is, you can always change things later if your not happy.
What is your true element?
I just don't see the point! Why get angry/offended/sad about something some person you've never met (and probably never will meet) is saying? I understand that words can hurt, but I've just never taken stuff that happens on the internet that seriously. It's so easy to be an idiot, hiding behind your computer somewhere and spew out all sorts of insults, bad language or ugly remarks, but I simply consider my feelings and general wellbeing too valuable to even think about letting something some weirdo utters online bug me at all!!
If he/she sais something awful it's my own choice to either let it bug me tremendously or just let it go. The world is not going to be a better place in any way just because I let that person's remark irritate the crap out of me! In fact, it's going to be a slightly worse place while I'm allowing myself to be in a bad mood because of it. I am the only person affected!
Whether I get hurt (by something someone I don't know nor care about says) or not is a responsibility only I have! I can't expect people all around the globe to have the same vision of what's proper and what's not. I can't demand that their set of values and morals are the same as mine, that's just ridiculous! I can not take responsibility for what they decide to say! What I can take responsibility for, are my own feelings. And in order to carry that responsibility, I choose not to let my feelings become affected and I choose to believe that no matter what that fool is saying, it in all cases says more about him/herself than about me!
So why bother getting insulted? I just don't see a reason to do it. I don't see a reason to let words harm my present state of mind, my mood, my feelings. I don't see any reason what so ever to give a person who means nothing to me that power, no matter what. It's only words!
Oh, and I just want to say I'm sorry for how boring this first post in a loong time is! I'll try to do better.
Also, here's something I found on Maija's blog. You know I'm a sucker for tests like this! But I also thought it was relevant to the post in one way...
Your element is Water: Understanding, intelligent, quiet and calm. You know who you are and no one can change that. Usually quiet but only because you're listening, don't let anyone think you haven't got an opinion! You're not quiet because your shy or sad, you're usually quiet because you are thinking. Your answers are well planned and helpful so people generally seek your advice.
You're the perfect balance between solitary and outgoing. But sometimes you need a little time to yourself to sort out your emotions and figure things out. You understand the phrase 'sticks and stones' and rarely let things get to you. What's that important for you to have to get so upset over? You know what you want out of life but are simply taking your time and enjoying things. To you your life is fine as it is, you can always change things later if your not happy.
What is your true element?
27.8.05
A joke
Yeah, I know it's just a joke but it's something!
A little boy goes to his father and asks "Daddy, how was I born?"
The father answers "Well son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway. Your Mom and I first got together in the chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine month later a blessed little pop-up appeared and said:
-----------You've got male!------------
A little boy goes to his father and asks "Daddy, how was I born?"
The father answers "Well son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway. Your Mom and I first got together in the chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine month later a blessed little pop-up appeared and said:
-----------You've got male!------------
3.6.05
Pictures - hey it's a start!
The post will come soon, but until then... enjoy!
Now aint that delicious lookin'?
Yep, I know it's been a while but I still kinda look the same.
Yes, summer finally decided to come to Iceland!
And here's how I looked two nights ago, after drinking about 3 liters of coffee!
Now aint that delicious lookin'?
Yep, I know it's been a while but I still kinda look the same.
Yes, summer finally decided to come to Iceland!
And here's how I looked two nights ago, after drinking about 3 liters of coffee!
1.4.05
Tired of my tests already?
I really wanted to find out which chemical element I am... And I am:
There you have it!
| Ag... Silver You scored 35 Mass, 44 Electronegativity, 85 Metal, and 10 Radioactivity! |
Congratulations, you are one of the only things that can kill werewolves. In addition to that, you are socially-minded, constructive, and pretty hard to corrode. You, like iron, are a cornerstone of any collaborative effort. You tend to be a bit set in your ways, but you're also pretty good about sticking up for yourself. All this is well and good, but most people just like you because you're shiny. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Which Chemical Element Am I Test written by effataigus on Ok Cupid |
There you have it!
29.3.05
The Ultimate Calorie Counter
Everybody knows that sex provides very good exercise, but up until recently nobody had done any scientific research on just how many calories we burn under those circumstances. Now we have the results of the thorough research and they are as follows:
Taking off her clothes:
With her consent: 12 calories
Without her consent: 187 calories
Unhooking her bra:
With both hands: 8 calories
With one hand: 12 calories
With your teeth: 85 calories
Putting on a condom:
On an erect penis: 6 calories
On a non-erect penis: 315 calories
Foreplay:
Trying to locate the clitoris: 8 calories
Trying to locate the G-spot: 92 calories
Positions:
Missionary: 12 calories
69 lying down: 78 calories
69 standing: 112 calories
"The wheelbarrow": 216 calories
"Doggy style": 326 calories
Hanging from an Italian chandelier 912 calories
Orgasm:
Real: 112 calories
Fake: 315 calories
Post-orgasm:
Lying in bed hugging: 18 calories
Getting right back up: 36 calories
Explaining why you got right back up: 816 calories
Getting another erection shortly after sex:
20-29 years old: 36 calories
30-39 years old: 80 calories
40-49 years old: 124 calories
50-59 years old: 972 calories
60-69 years old: 2716 calories
70+ years old: No results available
Getting dressed after sex:
Slowly: 32 calories
Fast: 98 calories
With her father banging down the door: 1218 calories
With your wife banging down the door: 9659 calories
Taking off her clothes:
With her consent: 12 calories
Without her consent: 187 calories
Unhooking her bra:
With both hands: 8 calories
With one hand: 12 calories
With your teeth: 85 calories
Putting on a condom:
On an erect penis: 6 calories
On a non-erect penis: 315 calories
Foreplay:
Trying to locate the clitoris: 8 calories
Trying to locate the G-spot: 92 calories
Positions:
Missionary: 12 calories
69 lying down: 78 calories
69 standing: 112 calories
"The wheelbarrow": 216 calories
"Doggy style": 326 calories
Hanging from an Italian chandelier 912 calories
Orgasm:
Real: 112 calories
Fake: 315 calories
Post-orgasm:
Lying in bed hugging: 18 calories
Getting right back up: 36 calories
Explaining why you got right back up: 816 calories
Getting another erection shortly after sex:
20-29 years old: 36 calories
30-39 years old: 80 calories
40-49 years old: 124 calories
50-59 years old: 972 calories
60-69 years old: 2716 calories
70+ years old: No results available
Getting dressed after sex:
Slowly: 32 calories
Fast: 98 calories
With her father banging down the door: 1218 calories
With your wife banging down the door: 9659 calories
26.3.05
How will I die?
You scored as Natural Causes. Your death will be by natural causes, though not by any diseaese, because that is another option on this test. You will probably just silently pass away in the night from old age, and people you love won't realize until the next morning, when you are all purple and cold and icky.
How Will You Die?? |
24.3.05
Beerinduced sentimentality
I am so lucky to have such a perfect child, such a pretty (and nice and funny) younger sister, a wonderful pair of parents, some 4 other siblings who would most likely walk in front of traffic for me, and a six-pack of Viking Lite! Thanks to the world for matching me up with them!
(And no, I'm not undergoing cancer treatment)
Yes, I admit, I did have a couple of beers tonight - but it doesn't change the fact that I'm a very lucky (and at the moment happy) person! :D My sister came here today, so now I can have conversations with someone a bit closer to myself in age and character (not that my parents are bad conversationalistst or anything...), so I'm a little bit less lonely now than I was yesterday. I still haven't managed to get her hooked on Catan, but I'm sure I'll crack her soon enough! Muhahahahaha....
*Li|iana fades off to bed, not a moment too soon*
22.3.05
Old and rusted
Ok, so it's been a while since my last post. I'm going to blame that on the fact that I'm now back home. I say home (and not home) because I'm at my parents' place on the west coast of Iceland, in a tiny little place called Búðardalur. There are only about 300 people that live here, so it's a very nice little town. Well - I think it is. But then again, I grew up here and have special feelings for the place, so I'm perhaps not the best person to judge on it's niceness. I'm pretty sure that if anybody not native to this place were to pass judgement on it, (s)he would probably find it extremely boring. But there's just something about the way everything is so quiet here, and how you can actually sit outside for hours on end without ever seeing another person that is so great. At least it's a good change from the city life.My parents have been enjoying my visit, I think they haven't quite gotten used to the "being alone"-thing. They have been raising children for over 40 years and just recently my youngest sister moved away from home, so having the place to themselves is a pretty new experience to them. I've been pampered with cakes and wonderful food (seriously beginning to think I'll be weighing twice as much as I did when I got here when I leave), letting me sleep in every day, doing my laundry and basically allowing me to sit on my behind all day, reading books and taking it easy. I actually don't know how good for me this is...
Anyway, I'm enjoying it while it lasts. Besides, isn't it kind of your parents' job to spoil you a bit when you've grown up and they don't get the chance to do it that much any more? I would think so. Now I'm just waiting to see if they've gotten me an easter egg! You see, the tradition here is to eat chocolate eggs at Easter, and naturally, the parents are the ones responsible for getting their children's blood sugar level to rise during this holiday. Well to be honest, the parents usually stop buying eggs for their kids when they start living on their own, and since I've been doing that since I was 15 I guess I can't really expect them to go buying me an egg... But I can still hope, can't I? I'm not asking for the biggest egg or anything! Just a little one!
So anyway, I went out for a walk today, the weather was so nice. The temperature was around 15°C, which is A LOT for this time of year. I enjoyed walking around my little town and taking pictures of cool things I saw along the way. One of the pictures was the one you see at the beginning of this post, it's my father's 1964 Chevrolet Impala. It has pretty much rusted through now, but it still has a very, very sentimental value to me. It has been parked in front of my house since before I can remember, and kind of just become a part of the view from the living room window.
When I was little, I decided that when I grew up, I'd find myself a nice man who owned an auto-shop, he would fix the car and then we would use it when we got married. No silly bullsh*t about a prince on a white horse or anything, no!The only qualification he should have was to be able to fix old cars! I can inform you that this dream of mine has changed somewhat - I no longer base my choice of men on their ability to fix cars, I even think I'm starting to lean more towards the "prince"-thing... In any case, I do think that my dream of riding in that car on my way to the church when I get married is slowly becoming a nightmare! The poor old thing will probably fall to pieces any day now, much to the despair of the multible mouse families that currently inhabit it. A cool picture of some rust can be seen here.
Anyway, it's getting late for me now, I guess I've talked about nothing for long enough now. So I'll just say good night, and thanks for (maybe) reading this.
*Li|iana over and out*
15.3.05
Bride from hell!
I sure wouldn't want to be the poor fellow saying "I do" to that mean ass lookin' psycho!
12.3.05
Tonight's orders
Dear children, be nice now tonight, I'm not gonna be in to watch over you, I'll be out dancing! So don't be doing anything stupid.
9.3.05
Oh dang...
Eric, my friend in Canada (the one I told you about before) wasn't quite happy enough about my apparent obsession with poutine. I tried to tell him that was just my twisted sense of humour at work, but that didn't really do much to cheer him up! ;) So I promised him that today I'd try and find something more interesting to say about his country... The only problem is that up until last November, my knowledge about Canada was so minimal, and I'm actually just beginning to learn something about it now - something I'm actually hoping my planned trip this summer will help.
But here are a few things I've come to know so far:
*It is the second largest country in the world (by surface area). Only Russia is bigger. Too bad I won't be able to see all of it this summer...
*The Canadian national anthem is called "Oh Canada" (extremely inventive, don't you think?). It's actually a very pretty song - and unlike the Icelandic anthem, it is in fact singable. They also share the British royal anthem (God save the Queen), of course, since Queen Elizabeth II is their formal head of state.
*Canadians are strangely fond of beavers... (the rodent!)
*Not all Canadians are lumberjacks or fur traders. Hehehe...
*Most of the Canadian population is English-speaking, but in some places, like in Quebec and New Brunswick, they like to speak French (very cool).
*Canadians seem to be a pretty peaceful bunch of people, at least it doesn't look like their favourite hobby is to go out and shoot some folks or engage in wars.
*Canada has one of the world's highest living standards, and the women there can expect to reach the age of 84 years, while the men die considerably younger, at 76. (Hmmm... the life expectancy of an Icelandic woman is 82 years and of an Icelandic man 78 years. So perhaps, since I'm an Icelandic woman, I should consider moving to Canada if i want to live longer?)
*They make delicious maple syrup. :D
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I'm tired and sick now, can't think of anything more... but before I leave, I'd just like to take this opportunity to remind Eric that if he's not satisfied with my posts he *can* post comments! ;)
But here are a few things I've come to know so far:
*It is the second largest country in the world (by surface area). Only Russia is bigger. Too bad I won't be able to see all of it this summer...
*The Canadian national anthem is called "Oh Canada" (extremely inventive, don't you think?). It's actually a very pretty song - and unlike the Icelandic anthem, it is in fact singable. They also share the British royal anthem (God save the Queen), of course, since Queen Elizabeth II is their formal head of state.
*Canadians are strangely fond of beavers... (the rodent!)
*Not all Canadians are lumberjacks or fur traders. Hehehe...
*Most of the Canadian population is English-speaking, but in some places, like in Quebec and New Brunswick, they like to speak French (very cool).
*Canadians seem to be a pretty peaceful bunch of people, at least it doesn't look like their favourite hobby is to go out and shoot some folks or engage in wars.
*Canada has one of the world's highest living standards, and the women there can expect to reach the age of 84 years, while the men die considerably younger, at 76. (Hmmm... the life expectancy of an Icelandic woman is 82 years and of an Icelandic man 78 years. So perhaps, since I'm an Icelandic woman, I should consider moving to Canada if i want to live longer?)
*They make delicious maple syrup. :D
...
I'm tired and sick now, can't think of anything more... but before I leave, I'd just like to take this opportunity to remind Eric that if he's not satisfied with my posts he *can* post comments! ;)
8.3.05
Blogblock
I guess I've been suffering from a blogblock lately, haven't really had anything interesting to say... but I got so tired of coming into my blog and constantly seeing the same post all the time, so I decided to suck it up and try to say something now.
So... I thought I'd tell you about the trip I'm planning this summer! Yep, The-Lil is going international! It'll be a trans-Atlantic trip, since I'll be visiting a sweet friend of mine (who I met in my new home) in Quebec, Canada. And seeing as how I live in this crap of an island where one airline has monopoly of the whole market, I'll probably have to take a few trips to the nearest street corner to pay for the fun...
Thing is, the ticket will cost me 1.541 USD (or 1.165 EUR, 804 GBP, 93.500 ISK, 1.898 CAD, 8.675 DKK, 9.583 NOK, 10.537 SEK, 1.805 CHF or 161.736 JPY - which ever currency you like thinking in), and for a regular Jane like myself that's a considerable amount of money... Anyway, I'm guessing I'll manage it somehow, so I've actually started looking forward to it :D I'll be going there on the 25th of June and returning back home to boring ol' Iceland on the 9th of July if things go according to plan.
So I'll have full two weeks of fun over there! The plan is to do all kinds of silly things, like eat something called "poutine", which has been described as a "heart-attack in a bowl"... Don't really know how that's gonna turn out, I've seen pictures of that stuff and it really only looks like something that somebody already ate and then got out of his system, rather than something that's ready to be eaten! But anyway, I think it'll be an interesting experience :D If you want to know more about that stuff you can read up on it here, here and here. ;)
Other than that, we really haven't planned much. There's a Jazz festival there that I'm really looking forward to checking out, some fireworks show or something like that and of course July 1st (Canada day). I have no doubts my friend will come up with plenty of fun stuff for us to do while I'm there. And who knows, perhaps I'll even learn a little French...?!
So... I thought I'd tell you about the trip I'm planning this summer! Yep, The-Lil is going international! It'll be a trans-Atlantic trip, since I'll be visiting a sweet friend of mine (who I met in my new home) in Quebec, Canada. And seeing as how I live in this crap of an island where one airline has monopoly of the whole market, I'll probably have to take a few trips to the nearest street corner to pay for the fun...
Thing is, the ticket will cost me 1.541 USD (or 1.165 EUR, 804 GBP, 93.500 ISK, 1.898 CAD, 8.675 DKK, 9.583 NOK, 10.537 SEK, 1.805 CHF or 161.736 JPY - which ever currency you like thinking in), and for a regular Jane like myself that's a considerable amount of money... Anyway, I'm guessing I'll manage it somehow, so I've actually started looking forward to it :D I'll be going there on the 25th of June and returning back home to boring ol' Iceland on the 9th of July if things go according to plan.So I'll have full two weeks of fun over there! The plan is to do all kinds of silly things, like eat something called "poutine", which has been described as a "heart-attack in a bowl"... Don't really know how that's gonna turn out, I've seen pictures of that stuff and it really only looks like something that somebody already ate and then got out of his system, rather than something that's ready to be eaten! But anyway, I think it'll be an interesting experience :D If you want to know more about that stuff you can read up on it here, here and here. ;)
Other than that, we really haven't planned much. There's a Jazz festival there that I'm really looking forward to checking out, some fireworks show or something like that and of course July 1st (Canada day). I have no doubts my friend will come up with plenty of fun stuff for us to do while I'm there. And who knows, perhaps I'll even learn a little French...?!
28.2.05
If you need to kill some time...
...this is a great way to do it. Thanks Vagabond, I've had a lot of fun with it!
19.2.05
18.2.05
The dangers of the flu
Yesterday I found out the most hazardous part of being sick.
Obviously, you're in great danger of becoming a pill-popping junkie or an alcoholic!
This flu of mine has been marked with horrible headache, ridiculously painful coughing spells and a high fever, so to try to keep the suffering to a minimum I've been taking some painkillers which in Icelandic are called Ibukod (a mixture of ibuprofen for the headache and codeine for pain killing and to suppress coughing), as well as another type called Panodil (it's basically just paracetamol - same thing as acetylsalicylic acid (aspirin) - for kicking the fever down). Well, I guess the Panodil ones are OK, but the Ibukod is dangerous stuff! The Codeine in them is derived from morphine or opium and is highly addictive - so after a week of popping those I felt that my headache was caused more from withdrawal symptoms than from the flu...
So I decided to just take the pain and stop popping the pills. But I still had to keep the coughing to a minimum, though, because in one of the coughing spells I had managed to rupture a little vein and was therefore coughing up blood - and I don't really like the taste of blood (if my ex told you any different, he's lying!!), so I kind of wanted to not cough any more to let that heal.
So I got out my bottle of cough syrup - but didn't really limit the use of it to the 10 ml 5 times a day as suggested... *whistles*
I guess you can say I REALLY wanted to get rid of the coughing, so I drank about 3/4 of the 150 ml bottle before noon yesterday. I *do* realize that was probably not a very wise decision, but in my defence: THIS COUGHING HURTS!!!
Well the result of that binging was that I suddenly felt the urge to lie down on the floor and going to sleep. I looked at my cats playing on the floor and they were actually jumping around in slow motion, I had a buzzing in my ears and a not-so-great feeling in my tummy... Well I pretty much felt like I did at 7:43 last January 1st, when I was getting home from that newyears party...
Anyway, I managed to crawl to bed and pass out there for five hours! And I woke up with a much heavier head than before, BUT no coughing!
All I can say is that I hope this will be over soon, I don't want this flu to cause me to have to check in at a rehab facitily...
Obviously, you're in great danger of becoming a pill-popping junkie or an alcoholic!
This flu of mine has been marked with horrible headache, ridiculously painful coughing spells and a high fever, so to try to keep the suffering to a minimum I've been taking some painkillers which in Icelandic are called Ibukod (a mixture of ibuprofen for the headache and codeine for pain killing and to suppress coughing), as well as another type called Panodil (it's basically just paracetamol - same thing as acetylsalicylic acid (aspirin) - for kicking the fever down). Well, I guess the Panodil ones are OK, but the Ibukod is dangerous stuff! The Codeine in them is derived from morphine or opium and is highly addictive - so after a week of popping those I felt that my headache was caused more from withdrawal symptoms than from the flu...
So I decided to just take the pain and stop popping the pills. But I still had to keep the coughing to a minimum, though, because in one of the coughing spells I had managed to rupture a little vein and was therefore coughing up blood - and I don't really like the taste of blood (if my ex told you any different, he's lying!!), so I kind of wanted to not cough any more to let that heal.
So I got out my bottle of cough syrup - but didn't really limit the use of it to the 10 ml 5 times a day as suggested... *whistles*
I guess you can say I REALLY wanted to get rid of the coughing, so I drank about 3/4 of the 150 ml bottle before noon yesterday. I *do* realize that was probably not a very wise decision, but in my defence: THIS COUGHING HURTS!!!
Well the result of that binging was that I suddenly felt the urge to lie down on the floor and going to sleep. I looked at my cats playing on the floor and they were actually jumping around in slow motion, I had a buzzing in my ears and a not-so-great feeling in my tummy... Well I pretty much felt like I did at 7:43 last January 1st, when I was getting home from that newyears party...
Anyway, I managed to crawl to bed and pass out there for five hours! And I woke up with a much heavier head than before, BUT no coughing!
All I can say is that I hope this will be over soon, I don't want this flu to cause me to have to check in at a rehab facitily...
17.2.05
Need a topic
I have no idea what to talk about today - I'm just extremely bored and wanted to find something to kill time with. I feel too sick to be walking around doing some cleaning (which is definitely needed, though...) so whatever I do I think I'll be doing right here, sitting on the sofa. I'm hoping the flu will release its hold on me soon, so I can start looking around me and not seeing piles of unfolded laundry and dust-bunnies running around on the floor.
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I think I'm allergic to Chinese food. I can not eat anything from Chinese restaurants without getting horribly nauseous and basically just spending a couple of hours lying on the couch with stomach pains. The weird thing is that I can't think of what exactly it is that triggers this state of not-so-well-being, but I really would like to know. I think being like this really stinks, because I have a hard time thinking of food I like more than Chinese. *cries*
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I think I'm allergic to Chinese food. I can not eat anything from Chinese restaurants without getting horribly nauseous and basically just spending a couple of hours lying on the couch with stomach pains. The weird thing is that I can't think of what exactly it is that triggers this state of not-so-well-being, but I really would like to know. I think being like this really stinks, because I have a hard time thinking of food I like more than Chinese. *cries*
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15.2.05
Shower or time-machine?
I was just wondering - what exactly IS that thing??
They say it's a shower, but I'm not completely convinced. It looks more like a home-entertainment/massage parlour/phonebooth - kind of thingy...
At least I know that I want one! And as soon as money comes flying out of my ass I'll get one and probably just move into it and never, ever come out again!
14.2.05
Good to know?
I sure would have liked to be a bit more exciting... but:
 I am Chocolate Flavoured.I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt. What Flavour Are You? |
12.2.05
A reason for smiling
I just realized today how incredibly lucky I am to have so many decent online buddies. Most people I talk to are very nice and friendly - but obviously, there are rotten eggs to be found on the internet.
What brought me to that realization is that I experienced the worst of online-casanovas today.
I'll just paste in a copy of the chatlog, but change the name (because I'm such a nice girl):
P: hello baby
Li|iana: erm... hello. Who are you?
P: just a guy. love your picture. you are hot
Li|iana: well thank you...
P: i am horny. are you horny?
P: hello?
Li|iana: what?
P: do you shave yourself?
Li|iana: LOL is that any business of yours?
P: I'm curious. is your pu**y dirty?
P: please answer me darling I'm a good guy and I want to lick your pu**y
P: is it dirty?
P: I don't bite unless you ask me to ;)
Li|iana: hmmm... ok... No, my pu**y is huge and hairy, stinks like old fish and I honestly don't know more about it because I'm so fat I haven't seen it for years.
Li|iana: What tha FU*K do you think you're doing talking to people like that? What my pu**y looks like is none of your business!
P: mmmmh that turns me on I like a nice dirty pu**y. Can I lick it clean for you?
P: ok I'll stop now you're obviously not into this
Li|iana: No I'm not. I think it's pretty disgusting!
P: so how old are you?
P: ...
P: come on, I said I'd stop being rude. let's just talk.
P: darling?
P: please answer me
P: i'm a good person
Li|iana: well you have a horrible way of presenting yourself
P: there you are! i'm so happy you decided to stay
Li|iana: I haven't decided anything.
P: have you been to the toilet today?
Li|iana: WHAT?
P: do you like taking a sh*t?
Li|iana: OMG
P: do you like the feeling when the sh*t leaves your as*?
Li|iana: please stop talking to me, I think you're disgusting
P: no I'm not disgusting! I want to put my di*k in your as* when you feel like taking a sh*t and take it out when it is brown and smelly. I want to make you scream and beg me to stop raping your as*
Li|iana: Ok I'm putting you on my ignore list now. Please wash your fingers, in acid preferably!
P: ?
*****
I'm hoping I won't have to deal with this again... I'm still nauseous!
What brought me to that realization is that I experienced the worst of online-casanovas today.
I'll just paste in a copy of the chatlog, but change the name (because I'm such a nice girl):
P: hello baby
Li|iana: erm... hello. Who are you?
P: just a guy. love your picture. you are hot
Li|iana: well thank you...
P: i am horny. are you horny?
P: hello?
Li|iana: what?
P: do you shave yourself?
Li|iana: LOL is that any business of yours?
P: I'm curious. is your pu**y dirty?
P: please answer me darling I'm a good guy and I want to lick your pu**y
P: is it dirty?
P: I don't bite unless you ask me to ;)
Li|iana: hmmm... ok... No, my pu**y is huge and hairy, stinks like old fish and I honestly don't know more about it because I'm so fat I haven't seen it for years.
Li|iana: What tha FU*K do you think you're doing talking to people like that? What my pu**y looks like is none of your business!
P: mmmmh that turns me on I like a nice dirty pu**y. Can I lick it clean for you?
P: ok I'll stop now you're obviously not into this
Li|iana: No I'm not. I think it's pretty disgusting!
P: so how old are you?
P: ...
P: come on, I said I'd stop being rude. let's just talk.
P: darling?
P: please answer me
P: i'm a good person
Li|iana: well you have a horrible way of presenting yourself
P: there you are! i'm so happy you decided to stay
Li|iana: I haven't decided anything.
P: have you been to the toilet today?
Li|iana: WHAT?
P: do you like taking a sh*t?
Li|iana: OMG
P: do you like the feeling when the sh*t leaves your as*?
Li|iana: please stop talking to me, I think you're disgusting
P: no I'm not disgusting! I want to put my di*k in your as* when you feel like taking a sh*t and take it out when it is brown and smelly. I want to make you scream and beg me to stop raping your as*
Li|iana: Ok I'm putting you on my ignore list now. Please wash your fingers, in acid preferably!
P: ?
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I'm hoping I won't have to deal with this again... I'm still nauseous!
10.2.05
You better laugh!
(This took me an hour to translate, so you better laugh! -It's a little bit long though... )
A man was praying one night: ”My dear God, I’m a faithful servant of yours! I’m so tired of working all the time, I just wish that for one day I could trade places with my wife. Women don’t have to work so hard, they just have to hang out at home, maybe wipe the children’s noses every now and then. Please, God, let me trade – just for one day!”
The man was a true and kind Christian and didn’t ask God for things like this often, so he wasn’t really surprised when he woke up the next morning and realized God had granted him his wish. He was ecstatic, until he went to the bathroom and found a message from God written with fire on the toilet paper. It said:
“I have decided to grant you your wish. Now you must hurry up, put on your makeup and fix your hair, be in the kitchen before 6:30, make coffee, wake up your husband and your children, make breakfast for the whole family and lunch packs for those of them who need that. Then you must get everybody ready, drive your husband to work as well as the children to school and kindergarten. Then you shall take the youngest child home and change it’s diaper. Then you must do the dishes after breakfast, put on a load of laundry, fold the laundry that will now be dry from yesterday, iron what needs ironing, change the baby’s diaper again, breastfeed it, make the beds, unload the washing machine, hang up the laundry, give the baby it’s pacifier and reload the washing machine, put the baby down for it’s nap and use the time while it sleeps to vacuum-clean, mop the floors, dust the shelves and clean the toilet.
When the baby wakes up you shall have to change it’s diaper again (and you’ll have to change it’s clothes as well because it will have messed up the previous outfit) and breastfeed it. By then it will be around the time you’ll have to go pick one of the kids up from kindergarten. Do that and bring it home. Change it’s clothes because it’ll be filthy from playing in the mud. Unload the washing machine, hang up that load, take down that of the laundry which will be dry by then and then reload the machine. Fold laundry. Give the older child something to eat and when that’s finished you’ll have to go get the oldest child from school. Do that and bring it home. Help it with it’s homework while you change the youngest child, put the older one in shoes and make a shopping list. When your oldest has finished it’s homework yo may call your middle child and then give them a well balanced, nutricious meal. When that’s finished you’ll have to dress them all up again, because now it’s time to go shopping. Try to not scream at the children or abuse them physically while you shop – that will be a challenge, because they will try to do anything they can to irritate you –, get the groceries, the children and yourself to the register. Unfortunately you will find out that your kredidcard has been closed because your husband forgot to pay the bill. You will have to ask the cashier to wait while you call your husband from your cell phone and ask him to fix the mess. While you wait for that to happen you will notice that your youngest will have done a #2 in it’s diaper and it will begin to cry furiously. You will manage eventually to pay for the groceries and get all of your stuff (groceries, children and yourself) to the car. Then you’ll have to hurry home to change the youngest, you won’t have much time, though, because you’ll have to pick your husband up from work – so please HURRY!
Now it’s time to get your husband, try not to be late – and please remember that the fact the traffic is lousy isn’t your children’s fault – so please don’t take your frustration out on them. When you’ve gotten your husband home it will be time to make dinner. When everybody has eaten it will be time to get the middle child to bed and change the youngest yet again. You will also have to argue with the oldest child, because it will ask you for permission to spend the night at a friend’s place, something you really don’t want because there’s an alcohol problem in that family... And besides that, the child has to go to school in the morning! Nag on your husband for 45 minutes until he gets off his ass to mend the door that will be broken when the oldest child will slam the door. While he does that you must send the oldest child to bed, change the youngest and put in in it’s pyjamas, breastfeed it and get it to go to sleep. When that’s finished you shall take out the wet laundry from the machine, hang up the wet stuff, take down the dry stuff and fold it, and put on a new load. Now it will be time to do the dishes and clean the kitchen after dinner.
By now you’ll be able to take a breath and the house will seem somewhat quiet. But hang on... Your husband will ask you to be ‘ready’ when you get to bed – and of course you shall give him what he wants there. If you’re lucky (which I know you will be – after all, we’re talking about your husband, we both know what he’s like) the act will take only about 12 minutes. When he falls asleep you will go to the bathroom and wash yourself while you wait for the washing machine to finish. When it does you must hang up the wet clothes, take down the dry things and fold them and then put on another load of laundry. Then you can get the oldest child’s schoolbag ready for tomorrow, get the children’s clothes ready and then finish tidying up so it won’t be messy in the morning. When you’re finished with that you can brush your teeth and go to bed. Good luck!"
The man sat down on the toilet, stunned. He then decided to get started on God’s to-do list. He barely made it through the day and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, exhausted after all the work and with sore muscles after the sex. He managed to sleep for 2 x 3 hours (had to wake up and feed the youngest). The first thing he did when he woke up the next morning was to fall on his knees in the bathroom and beg God to change him back to a man.
Soon, the fire-writing appeard on the toilet paper:
“My dear son. I am very proud of how well you did yesterday, and I would like nothing more than to be able to grant you your wish this time. But unfortunately I can not. You will have to wait for about nine months, because – CONGRATULATIONS! You’re having a baby!”
A man was praying one night: ”My dear God, I’m a faithful servant of yours! I’m so tired of working all the time, I just wish that for one day I could trade places with my wife. Women don’t have to work so hard, they just have to hang out at home, maybe wipe the children’s noses every now and then. Please, God, let me trade – just for one day!”
The man was a true and kind Christian and didn’t ask God for things like this often, so he wasn’t really surprised when he woke up the next morning and realized God had granted him his wish. He was ecstatic, until he went to the bathroom and found a message from God written with fire on the toilet paper. It said:
“I have decided to grant you your wish. Now you must hurry up, put on your makeup and fix your hair, be in the kitchen before 6:30, make coffee, wake up your husband and your children, make breakfast for the whole family and lunch packs for those of them who need that. Then you must get everybody ready, drive your husband to work as well as the children to school and kindergarten. Then you shall take the youngest child home and change it’s diaper. Then you must do the dishes after breakfast, put on a load of laundry, fold the laundry that will now be dry from yesterday, iron what needs ironing, change the baby’s diaper again, breastfeed it, make the beds, unload the washing machine, hang up the laundry, give the baby it’s pacifier and reload the washing machine, put the baby down for it’s nap and use the time while it sleeps to vacuum-clean, mop the floors, dust the shelves and clean the toilet.
When the baby wakes up you shall have to change it’s diaper again (and you’ll have to change it’s clothes as well because it will have messed up the previous outfit) and breastfeed it. By then it will be around the time you’ll have to go pick one of the kids up from kindergarten. Do that and bring it home. Change it’s clothes because it’ll be filthy from playing in the mud. Unload the washing machine, hang up that load, take down that of the laundry which will be dry by then and then reload the machine. Fold laundry. Give the older child something to eat and when that’s finished you’ll have to go get the oldest child from school. Do that and bring it home. Help it with it’s homework while you change the youngest child, put the older one in shoes and make a shopping list. When your oldest has finished it’s homework yo may call your middle child and then give them a well balanced, nutricious meal. When that’s finished you’ll have to dress them all up again, because now it’s time to go shopping. Try to not scream at the children or abuse them physically while you shop – that will be a challenge, because they will try to do anything they can to irritate you –, get the groceries, the children and yourself to the register. Unfortunately you will find out that your kredidcard has been closed because your husband forgot to pay the bill. You will have to ask the cashier to wait while you call your husband from your cell phone and ask him to fix the mess. While you wait for that to happen you will notice that your youngest will have done a #2 in it’s diaper and it will begin to cry furiously. You will manage eventually to pay for the groceries and get all of your stuff (groceries, children and yourself) to the car. Then you’ll have to hurry home to change the youngest, you won’t have much time, though, because you’ll have to pick your husband up from work – so please HURRY!
Now it’s time to get your husband, try not to be late – and please remember that the fact the traffic is lousy isn’t your children’s fault – so please don’t take your frustration out on them. When you’ve gotten your husband home it will be time to make dinner. When everybody has eaten it will be time to get the middle child to bed and change the youngest yet again. You will also have to argue with the oldest child, because it will ask you for permission to spend the night at a friend’s place, something you really don’t want because there’s an alcohol problem in that family... And besides that, the child has to go to school in the morning! Nag on your husband for 45 minutes until he gets off his ass to mend the door that will be broken when the oldest child will slam the door. While he does that you must send the oldest child to bed, change the youngest and put in in it’s pyjamas, breastfeed it and get it to go to sleep. When that’s finished you shall take out the wet laundry from the machine, hang up the wet stuff, take down the dry stuff and fold it, and put on a new load. Now it will be time to do the dishes and clean the kitchen after dinner.
By now you’ll be able to take a breath and the house will seem somewhat quiet. But hang on... Your husband will ask you to be ‘ready’ when you get to bed – and of course you shall give him what he wants there. If you’re lucky (which I know you will be – after all, we’re talking about your husband, we both know what he’s like) the act will take only about 12 minutes. When he falls asleep you will go to the bathroom and wash yourself while you wait for the washing machine to finish. When it does you must hang up the wet clothes, take down the dry things and fold them and then put on another load of laundry. Then you can get the oldest child’s schoolbag ready for tomorrow, get the children’s clothes ready and then finish tidying up so it won’t be messy in the morning. When you’re finished with that you can brush your teeth and go to bed. Good luck!"
The man sat down on the toilet, stunned. He then decided to get started on God’s to-do list. He barely made it through the day and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, exhausted after all the work and with sore muscles after the sex. He managed to sleep for 2 x 3 hours (had to wake up and feed the youngest). The first thing he did when he woke up the next morning was to fall on his knees in the bathroom and beg God to change him back to a man.
Soon, the fire-writing appeard on the toilet paper:
“My dear son. I am very proud of how well you did yesterday, and I would like nothing more than to be able to grant you your wish this time. But unfortunately I can not. You will have to wait for about nine months, because – CONGRATULATIONS! You’re having a baby!”
8.2.05
Give me a break!
The Icelandic "justice" system is really bothering me these days... I'm looking for the appropriate terms to describe my opinion of it right now - but nothing more mature than 'big bucket of steamy crap' comes to mind!
Recently, a man was sentenced to spend a few months in prison for severely beating up his wife. He got I think something like 8 months... Well I'd think that was joke enough, but a short time after that, his sentence was changed in our wonderful supreme court, and reduced to some probation time because "she probably aggravated him" !!!
COME ON! Seriously, so now it's supposed to be OK for me to go bash people's head in, damaging them for life, just because they aggravated me?!? Just imagine it, I'm walking down the street and a woman gives me a weird look because she doesn't really like my hairdo. So *of course* I jump at her, beat her to the ground and then kick her face repeatedly until she simply doesn't move any more - and that's perfectly fine, because "she aggravated me" ! This absolutely makes me sick! To have the supreme court of a presumably civilized nation affirm, in the year 2004, people's right to physically abuse other people is so beyond my comprehension - how can using a person as a punch bag ever be all right? In my opinion violence just shouldn't be given the OK like that, it's just... erm... WRONG!
Well as if that weren't bad enough, that really wasn't what caused me to start writing this post. What really got me going was another sentence recently imposed upon a guy who had sexually abused his wife's 12 year old granddaughter for some period of time. As with other sentences for sexual crimes in Iceland it was absolutely laughable... But to make matters worse the delightful supreme court reduced it, as it had done in the previous case I mentioned. Their argument this time was that the poor old guy had a bad heart. Yes, of course it's kind of obvious that the SOB has a rotten heart - he wouldn't have molested the child if his heart was pure and honest... But that's not what they were referring to. No, the sick bastard has a heart condition, as in he could have a heart attack any time and drop dead.
*That wouldn't bother me a tiny bit personally, I kind of wish that it will happen, and that it will take a long time and be extremely painful... But now that's just me*
But this heart condition of his is now grounds enough to reduce his prison sentence. And to add insult to unjury, his old age was also considered when making that decision. Yes, they felt that the poor little thing was just too old and too weak of heart to serve time in prison.
I don't know about you guys, but that certainly puzzles me! Because he wasn't too old to force himself upon the child and his heart condition didn't exactly cause him to have problems with the abuse either, he wasn't too old or fragile to show up in court to lie about what he had done... His weakness - be it his age or his heart - didn't help the little girl whose life will probably never be the same again, and it will definitively not help the other children now put in danger of having to live through the same nighmare!
I could go on and on and on an on about the craziness of our system, but I think I'll leave it here. You probably get the idea.
I just think it really hurts to realize that in my country - a country where people live the longest, have the best quality of life and are the happiest of nations in Europe (and the rest of the world as well I might add) - sexual offences are not frowned upon more than this example shows. People who cheat on their tax reports or who embezzle money on the stock marked are handled more strictly, hell, at least they serve time!
Recently, a man was sentenced to spend a few months in prison for severely beating up his wife. He got I think something like 8 months... Well I'd think that was joke enough, but a short time after that, his sentence was changed in our wonderful supreme court, and reduced to some probation time because "she probably aggravated him" !!!
COME ON! Seriously, so now it's supposed to be OK for me to go bash people's head in, damaging them for life, just because they aggravated me?!? Just imagine it, I'm walking down the street and a woman gives me a weird look because she doesn't really like my hairdo. So *of course* I jump at her, beat her to the ground and then kick her face repeatedly until she simply doesn't move any more - and that's perfectly fine, because "she aggravated me" ! This absolutely makes me sick! To have the supreme court of a presumably civilized nation affirm, in the year 2004, people's right to physically abuse other people is so beyond my comprehension - how can using a person as a punch bag ever be all right? In my opinion violence just shouldn't be given the OK like that, it's just... erm... WRONG!
Well as if that weren't bad enough, that really wasn't what caused me to start writing this post. What really got me going was another sentence recently imposed upon a guy who had sexually abused his wife's 12 year old granddaughter for some period of time. As with other sentences for sexual crimes in Iceland it was absolutely laughable... But to make matters worse the delightful supreme court reduced it, as it had done in the previous case I mentioned. Their argument this time was that the poor old guy had a bad heart. Yes, of course it's kind of obvious that the SOB has a rotten heart - he wouldn't have molested the child if his heart was pure and honest... But that's not what they were referring to. No, the sick bastard has a heart condition, as in he could have a heart attack any time and drop dead.
*That wouldn't bother me a tiny bit personally, I kind of wish that it will happen, and that it will take a long time and be extremely painful... But now that's just me*
But this heart condition of his is now grounds enough to reduce his prison sentence. And to add insult to unjury, his old age was also considered when making that decision. Yes, they felt that the poor little thing was just too old and too weak of heart to serve time in prison.
I don't know about you guys, but that certainly puzzles me! Because he wasn't too old to force himself upon the child and his heart condition didn't exactly cause him to have problems with the abuse either, he wasn't too old or fragile to show up in court to lie about what he had done... His weakness - be it his age or his heart - didn't help the little girl whose life will probably never be the same again, and it will definitively not help the other children now put in danger of having to live through the same nighmare!
I could go on and on and on an on about the craziness of our system, but I think I'll leave it here. You probably get the idea.
I just think it really hurts to realize that in my country - a country where people live the longest, have the best quality of life and are the happiest of nations in Europe (and the rest of the world as well I might add) - sexual offences are not frowned upon more than this example shows. People who cheat on their tax reports or who embezzle money on the stock marked are handled more strictly, hell, at least they serve time!
7.2.05
Sorry babe!
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with the blood-craving monster between their legs while women with their heart (I in fact don't know which one is worse).
For example, one evening last week, my boyfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, but I wasn't quite getting 'there' so I eventually said, "Honey, I don't feel like it tonight, I just want you to hold me." He said "WHAT????!!! What was that?!" I just responded to his puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Ok, ok I admit, I'm sure it's what every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... But I went on: "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
I think he realized that nothing was going to happen that night so he went to sleep. The very next day he opted to take the day off of work to spend time with me. -Imagine my joy!
We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. He walked around with me while I tried on several different very expensive outfits. I couldn't really decide which one to take so he told me he'd just buy them all. (!!) Then (of course) I wanted new shoes to compliment my new clothes, so he, out of the kindness of his heart, said "lets get a pair for each outfit!" Then we went on to the jewellery department where I picked out a pair of diamond earrings (a stunning pair I must add).
You can't believe how excited I was! I mean, seriously, I was nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation I finally said, "I think this is all dear, Let's go to the cashier".
He could hardly contain himself when he blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
I guess my face just went completely blank as my jaw dropped with a baffled "WHAT???!!!"
Then he said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while... You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." I'm sure I had this look like I was going to slowly kill him with a pair of old, rusty scissors, but he added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
APPARENTLY HE'S NOT GETTING ANY TONIGHT, EITHER!
(I have to add that this masterpiece isn't my own, I got it through email from a friend - and unfortunately the author is unknown. Please let me know if you're any wiser on his/her identity so I can give proper credit)
For example, one evening last week, my boyfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, but I wasn't quite getting 'there' so I eventually said, "Honey, I don't feel like it tonight, I just want you to hold me." He said "WHAT????!!! What was that?!" I just responded to his puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Ok, ok I admit, I'm sure it's what every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... But I went on: "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."
I think he realized that nothing was going to happen that night so he went to sleep. The very next day he opted to take the day off of work to spend time with me. -Imagine my joy!
We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. He walked around with me while I tried on several different very expensive outfits. I couldn't really decide which one to take so he told me he'd just buy them all. (!!) Then (of course) I wanted new shoes to compliment my new clothes, so he, out of the kindness of his heart, said "lets get a pair for each outfit!" Then we went on to the jewellery department where I picked out a pair of diamond earrings (a stunning pair I must add).
You can't believe how excited I was! I mean, seriously, I was nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation I finally said, "I think this is all dear, Let's go to the cashier".
He could hardly contain himself when he blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
I guess my face just went completely blank as my jaw dropped with a baffled "WHAT???!!!"
Then he said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while... You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." I'm sure I had this look like I was going to slowly kill him with a pair of old, rusty scissors, but he added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"
APPARENTLY HE'S NOT GETTING ANY TONIGHT, EITHER!
(I have to add that this masterpiece isn't my own, I got it through email from a friend - and unfortunately the author is unknown. Please let me know if you're any wiser on his/her identity so I can give proper credit)
A very girly weekend
I guess it's safe to say my weekend was very girly. Friday night was 'underwear party' night with my friends, we had a great time and got close to being highly explosive from eating too much... I didn't buy anything this time, but I saw a lot of cool stuff I might like to have in about 6 months or so. So I'll be collecting donations to my "cover up Lil's boobs"-fund in June, ok?
Then last night there was time for a girls' night on the town - which ended up as a great success, there were some (roughly estimated) 25 women who got together for serious beer-binging and loud-talking! I had to play chaperone for one of my friends who hasn't really been keeping up with the drinking habits the rest of the group consider 'normal' (meaning; she hasn't gotten shitfaced in over two years), so she let out her animal a little bit! Yep, I guess it's pretty fair to say she got a little bit wild... But it all ended up fairly safe - and she didn't really do anything seriously BAD.
So I think that in whole the weekend was pretty nice - although I think I should probably have slept a bit more... Anyway, perhaps I should pick up on that now then.
Later folkz!
Then last night there was time for a girls' night on the town - which ended up as a great success, there were some (roughly estimated) 25 women who got together for serious beer-binging and loud-talking! I had to play chaperone for one of my friends who hasn't really been keeping up with the drinking habits the rest of the group consider 'normal' (meaning; she hasn't gotten shitfaced in over two years), so she let out her animal a little bit! Yep, I guess it's pretty fair to say she got a little bit wild... But it all ended up fairly safe - and she didn't really do anything seriously BAD.
So I think that in whole the weekend was pretty nice - although I think I should probably have slept a bit more... Anyway, perhaps I should pick up on that now then.
Later folkz!
4.2.05
Food for thought
I'm having a little crisis these days that I can not for the life of me figure out on my own. There are many aspects to it that confuse me, many things to consider, possible consquenses that have to be weighed and effects on a lot of other people I have to think about.
It mainly boils down to happiness. Namely my own. I want to be happy (well, who doesn't?), but I'm having kind of a hard time figuring out just how I can achieve that without causing certain people around me too much grief. It's very difficult to try and figure this out, and I think I've come to a point where I simply have been thinking about it too much to be able to come to a conclution. I've reached a stage where none of my thoughts seem to make sense, I'm doubting my every decision and in effect really afraid of making a huge mistake.
I think lack of sleep isn't really helping, but with all the stuff going on I'm also not finding it easy to sleep at all - so I guess it's become a vicious circle. I'm too exhausted to look at my dilemma from a neutral point of view, and said dilemma is causing me such anxiety that I can't calm down and just sleep. That again is resulting in horrible nightmares when I eventually get to sleeping and so the whole thing is just kind of stuck.
But then again; what is happiness? Is it really something you should try so hard to achieve? Or is it something the world (btw I usually use the word 'world' as some would use 'God') hands out to you when you relax enough to be able to receive it? Is it maybe totally unobtainable, a sarcastically placed silhouette, put there by the world just to mess with us, something to keep us busy? Does it even exist? Sometimes I doubt it, because often people feel happy but that feeling can so easily be replaced by something else. So perhaps happiness isn't actually a place you can live in for the rest of your life, but something you have to accept as it is; a momentary feeling of well-being.
So what am I whining about? I certainly feel happy every once in a while, I can't deny that.
~When I help my son with his homework and for a brief minute look at his nose and realize how completely perfect it is
~when I'm digging my car out of a pile of snow and suddenly take the time to notice how pretty water in that form can be
~when a friend calls me to talk about absolutely nothing-only to chat with me because he/she cares
~when I take the first sip of coffee in the morning
~when I read a beautiful poem
~when I smell the grass in summer
~when I listen to my favourite music
~when I do well on an exam
~when I sit in silence with my father by the kitchen table back home
~when I win a game of Catan
~when I make true love
~when I think about how extremely lucky I really am to be living in a country without war
~when I take the first bite of mom's Christmas dinner
~when I meet a person I know will actually have a positive effect on my life
~when I talk to the world and it answers back...
I know that there are a lot of things I can be very, very grateful for and stuff I should probably treasure more than I already do. But still I have this feeling that there's something missing from my life right now. And I think that it's only human to always want to better your life, no matter how good it already may be. So that is what has put me in this unfortunate situation.
There are things I want to do that may not necessarily be what the people around me want me to do. Things I want to do because I want them - and not because they're right for anyone else but me. I do have a tendency to always place other people before me and that has made me forget a piece of myself in the past. I managed to fix it that time, but I'm genuinely afraid that I may be heading towards that scenario again; where I don't really know myself, my longings and needs...
So maybe I've answered my own question right there. Maybe it's time for me to place myself first and do what I want to do - if not for anything else, then to reclaim that part of me. But I've found out that when people say "it's easier said than done" - there really are cases where that is so very, very true.
So last night I asked the world for guidance, like so many times before. -And I'm not really sure how to interpret the stuff I'm getting back from it. Perhaps I'm just not liking what it's saying to me? I don't know... I do know that I'm not particularly happy right now and I want to do something about it! There are still a lot of unanswered questions, but the time has definitively come for me to take action.
It mainly boils down to happiness. Namely my own. I want to be happy (well, who doesn't?), but I'm having kind of a hard time figuring out just how I can achieve that without causing certain people around me too much grief. It's very difficult to try and figure this out, and I think I've come to a point where I simply have been thinking about it too much to be able to come to a conclution. I've reached a stage where none of my thoughts seem to make sense, I'm doubting my every decision and in effect really afraid of making a huge mistake.
I think lack of sleep isn't really helping, but with all the stuff going on I'm also not finding it easy to sleep at all - so I guess it's become a vicious circle. I'm too exhausted to look at my dilemma from a neutral point of view, and said dilemma is causing me such anxiety that I can't calm down and just sleep. That again is resulting in horrible nightmares when I eventually get to sleeping and so the whole thing is just kind of stuck.
But then again; what is happiness? Is it really something you should try so hard to achieve? Or is it something the world (btw I usually use the word 'world' as some would use 'God') hands out to you when you relax enough to be able to receive it? Is it maybe totally unobtainable, a sarcastically placed silhouette, put there by the world just to mess with us, something to keep us busy? Does it even exist? Sometimes I doubt it, because often people feel happy but that feeling can so easily be replaced by something else. So perhaps happiness isn't actually a place you can live in for the rest of your life, but something you have to accept as it is; a momentary feeling of well-being.
So what am I whining about? I certainly feel happy every once in a while, I can't deny that.
~When I help my son with his homework and for a brief minute look at his nose and realize how completely perfect it is
~when I'm digging my car out of a pile of snow and suddenly take the time to notice how pretty water in that form can be
~when a friend calls me to talk about absolutely nothing-only to chat with me because he/she cares
~when I take the first sip of coffee in the morning
~when I read a beautiful poem
~when I smell the grass in summer
~when I listen to my favourite music
~when I do well on an exam
~when I sit in silence with my father by the kitchen table back home
~when I win a game of Catan
~when I make true love
~when I think about how extremely lucky I really am to be living in a country without war
~when I take the first bite of mom's Christmas dinner
~when I meet a person I know will actually have a positive effect on my life
~when I talk to the world and it answers back...
I know that there are a lot of things I can be very, very grateful for and stuff I should probably treasure more than I already do. But still I have this feeling that there's something missing from my life right now. And I think that it's only human to always want to better your life, no matter how good it already may be. So that is what has put me in this unfortunate situation.
There are things I want to do that may not necessarily be what the people around me want me to do. Things I want to do because I want them - and not because they're right for anyone else but me. I do have a tendency to always place other people before me and that has made me forget a piece of myself in the past. I managed to fix it that time, but I'm genuinely afraid that I may be heading towards that scenario again; where I don't really know myself, my longings and needs...
So maybe I've answered my own question right there. Maybe it's time for me to place myself first and do what I want to do - if not for anything else, then to reclaim that part of me. But I've found out that when people say "it's easier said than done" - there really are cases where that is so very, very true.
So last night I asked the world for guidance, like so many times before. -And I'm not really sure how to interpret the stuff I'm getting back from it. Perhaps I'm just not liking what it's saying to me? I don't know... I do know that I'm not particularly happy right now and I want to do something about it! There are still a lot of unanswered questions, but the time has definitively come for me to take action.
2.2.05
Photoshop is FUN
Ok, here's what I was thinking: I bet you're ALWAYS thinking about what you would look like if you hadn't been born as a human being, but rather a Bratz doll!
Hehe at least I coulnd't help wondering about it... And since I'm always looking for stuff to do instead of doing what I should be doing (I *do* realize that that was a confusing sentence), I decided to find out!
Tammtarammtammtamm... and here's the result:
Ok, ok, I admit that this could also be me after one too many plastic surgeries - but the Bratz idea was a good one though!
Hehe at least I coulnd't help wondering about it... And since I'm always looking for stuff to do instead of doing what I should be doing (I *do* realize that that was a confusing sentence), I decided to find out!
Tammtarammtammtamm... and here's the result:
Ok, ok, I admit that this could also be me after one too many plastic surgeries - but the Bratz idea was a good one though!
31.1.05
Heart about to explode
...from too much love
I never would have thought being a mom could ever be so great! My boy is six years old but that feeling still amazes me after all this time when I go to tuck him in better at night. Every day I think that there's no way possible to have more love for a person, but every day I prove myself wrong!
Don't know exactly what my point is, just felt like sharing...
I never would have thought being a mom could ever be so great! My boy is six years old but that feeling still amazes me after all this time when I go to tuck him in better at night. Every day I think that there's no way possible to have more love for a person, but every day I prove myself wrong!
Don't know exactly what my point is, just felt like sharing...
30.1.05
Why?
I was wondering why they call my condition being hung over? I think it's a pretty silly term, since I'm definitively not hung, and I'm not over anything - I'm much rather 'under' if I have to place myself anywhere at all...
In fact, none of the synonyms I found make more sense to me: aftereffect, big head (my head feels smaller), crapulence, crown fire, delirium tremens, drunkenness (nope, that was last night), DTs, feebles, head, headache (don't have to be hung over to get that), morning after, shakes (isn't that what I was doing last night? - At least I've got a few sore muscles from exessive dancing), shot (well, I AM feeling a bit bad, but I didn't get shot!) and willies.
I think the term we have in Icelandic is much better, when you're suffering from that condition you're simply "þunnur" -or thin (as in diluted). I think that much better explains how I feel.
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So anyway, last night was a lot of fun (hence my present condition)! I got to sing my heart out to a bunch of people who were too drunk to notice my splendid singing voice. I rocked the house *rain in nose* with John C. Mellencamp's "Hurts so good" and Scorpions' "Still loving you", accompanied by a little "Whiskey in the jar" and a nice ballad I've forgotten by now (perhaps just as well). I flirted heavily with the bartender which resulted in a great discount off a few Fisherman's Friend shots - which again resulted in me lying on the sofa with 2 liters of orange juice and a bucket of painkillers to munch on...
Well I won't keep it longer for now, I'm going to get a guestbook post going here (thanks for the great idea, Quicky), later folks!
In fact, none of the synonyms I found make more sense to me: aftereffect, big head (my head feels smaller), crapulence, crown fire, delirium tremens, drunkenness (nope, that was last night), DTs, feebles, head, headache (don't have to be hung over to get that), morning after, shakes (isn't that what I was doing last night? - At least I've got a few sore muscles from exessive dancing), shot (well, I AM feeling a bit bad, but I didn't get shot!) and willies.
I think the term we have in Icelandic is much better, when you're suffering from that condition you're simply "þunnur" -or thin (as in diluted). I think that much better explains how I feel.
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So anyway, last night was a lot of fun (hence my present condition)! I got to sing my heart out to a bunch of people who were too drunk to notice my splendid singing voice. I rocked the house *rain in nose* with John C. Mellencamp's "Hurts so good" and Scorpions' "Still loving you", accompanied by a little "Whiskey in the jar" and a nice ballad I've forgotten by now (perhaps just as well). I flirted heavily with the bartender which resulted in a great discount off a few Fisherman's Friend shots - which again resulted in me lying on the sofa with 2 liters of orange juice and a bucket of painkillers to munch on...
Well I won't keep it longer for now, I'm going to get a guestbook post going here (thanks for the great idea, Quicky), later folks!
29.1.05
WEEEE!!
Looks like those years as a bartender really payed off!
"Bacardi 151
Congratulations! You're 144 proof!
All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure, you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is most efficient."
Want to test your knowledge? Do it here
"Bacardi 151
Congratulations! You're 144 proof!
All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure, you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is most efficient."
Want to test your knowledge? Do it here
Karaoke baby!
Well guess what? Li|iana is going to a karaoke bar tonight with some friends! It's been a while since the last time I did that and I'm expecting it to be a lot of fun. It's always great to go make a fool of yourself, stop caring about appearances and go a bit wild.
Anyway, I think it'll be a lot of fun - and I've already begun preparing myself mentally for it (meaning: I've already opened the first beer ;)). Too bad I can't sing my Friday song (Lâche pas la patate - I recommend that you try and get it somewhere), I highly doubt that they have it there...wonder why?
Well I'm not going to talk any more about it, but I'll be sure to get back to you on how it went :D
Best Saturday wishes from Li|iana and her beer!
P.s. oh, and a very special thank you to Quicky for posting those comments, I was beginning to think I was alone in the world!
Anyway, I think it'll be a lot of fun - and I've already begun preparing myself mentally for it (meaning: I've already opened the first beer ;)). Too bad I can't sing my Friday song (Lâche pas la patate - I recommend that you try and get it somewhere), I highly doubt that they have it there...wonder why?
Well I'm not going to talk any more about it, but I'll be sure to get back to you on how it went :D
Best Saturday wishes from Li|iana and her beer!
P.s. oh, and a very special thank you to Quicky for posting those comments, I was beginning to think I was alone in the world!
27.1.05
WHAT??
I found this horror of a poem on the internet a few weeks ago and I haven't bee able to stop trying to decipher what it actually means.
I know that it's supposed to be a kind of a guideline around Icelandic grammar, but even though I know Icelandic grammar is tough, I think this poem has succeeded in the near-impossible: to make it even harder!
I hereby am putting out an official 'WANTED' poster. The thing wanted is someone who understands what in Heaven's name it is supposed to mean and I will happily declare that someone much better at my native tongue than me.
Here's the dang thing:
___________________________
Learning Icelandic
An Anonymous Ode To The Complexities Of Grammar
You saw a ship go 'round the bend
In Iceland? Call it "skip", my friend.
But if you saw THE ship you use
"Hið skip", or "skipið" as you choose.
Supposing, then, that to this ship
You wish to go -- you can't say "skip"
The Nominative Case -- ah, no --
Rather, to "skipsins", do you go --
Then, up the ship-sides clamber you
"Hið skip", or "Hin skip" will not do.
Again, 'tis the Possessive Case
"Hin skips" or skipsins" used in place.
But, coming 'round the bend, maybe
Two ships, or three or four you see.
Then "skipin" see you, or "hin skip"
Plural Accusative of ship.
If to the ships you wend your way,
Is "skipin" still the word? Nay! Nay!
You now come to "hinna skipa" go --
Or to "skipanna" walk or row.
And pray be careful, lest you trip
Over a Dative on the ship.
Many have come to grief ere you
And barked their shins on "skipinu".
Enough! you say, in heaven's name, come
Lower the boats from "skipinu".
Desert the "skip" that is no ship
But various forms and kinds of "skip".
All right, if you insist, but we
Must take our leave grammatically.
"Hið skip" or "skipið" leave we now,
To "hinna skipa" make our bow.
Against "skipunum" far and near
Echoes our heartfelt parting cheer.
"Hið skip" -- Farewell! -- and ship ahoy,
God give Icelandic students, joy!
________________________
Now can someone please explain this to me as if I were a five year old?
I know that it's supposed to be a kind of a guideline around Icelandic grammar, but even though I know Icelandic grammar is tough, I think this poem has succeeded in the near-impossible: to make it even harder!
I hereby am putting out an official 'WANTED' poster. The thing wanted is someone who understands what in Heaven's name it is supposed to mean and I will happily declare that someone much better at my native tongue than me.
Here's the dang thing:
___________________________
Learning Icelandic
An Anonymous Ode To The Complexities Of Grammar
You saw a ship go 'round the bend
In Iceland? Call it "skip", my friend.
But if you saw THE ship you use
"Hið skip", or "skipið" as you choose.
Supposing, then, that to this ship
You wish to go -- you can't say "skip"
The Nominative Case -- ah, no --
Rather, to "skipsins", do you go --
Then, up the ship-sides clamber you
"Hið skip", or "Hin skip" will not do.
Again, 'tis the Possessive Case
"Hin skips" or skipsins" used in place.
But, coming 'round the bend, maybe
Two ships, or three or four you see.
Then "skipin" see you, or "hin skip"
Plural Accusative of ship.
If to the ships you wend your way,
Is "skipin" still the word? Nay! Nay!
You now come to "hinna skipa" go --
Or to "skipanna" walk or row.
And pray be careful, lest you trip
Over a Dative on the ship.
Many have come to grief ere you
And barked their shins on "skipinu".
Enough! you say, in heaven's name, come
Lower the boats from "skipinu".
Desert the "skip" that is no ship
But various forms and kinds of "skip".
All right, if you insist, but we
Must take our leave grammatically.
"Hið skip" or "skipið" leave we now,
To "hinna skipa" make our bow.
Against "skipunum" far and near
Echoes our heartfelt parting cheer.
"Hið skip" -- Farewell! -- and ship ahoy,
God give Icelandic students, joy!
________________________
Now can someone please explain this to me as if I were a five year old?
26.1.05
Sickdays
Today, me and Atli Þorgeir (my son) are staying home. He got the flu last week and I thought that he was all better on Monday and sent him to school - but it turns out I was wrong, he got a fever again so I didn't want to take any chances by sending him to school again today. So, yet another day of laziness and complete boredom for us. So far, I've missed 7 full days of school and I'm getting pretty afraid that I'll have a hard time recovering from that... But I keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best, promise myself to do a lot of work during the weekend or something *yah, right*
Actually, thing have been somewhat tougher this semester. For some reason, I haven't quite been able to find peace to concentrate on school. It kind of stinks, since I love sharpening my brain on new stuff - but there have been incidents occurring pretty much constantly since the year began that have prevented me from reaching my goals and full potential. All I can do is try to hang on and hope for the best. Hopefully, when things settle down around here I can concentrate on getting back on track.
Hmmm... I just realized how completely useless and absolutely boring this post must seem to the people unfortunate enough to have stumbled across this site... So I guess I'll move on to something else!
I was wondering the other day about how people you've never actually met can still give you a certain feeling. Now, of course I'm talking about people you meet online. I've done quite a bit of socializing around the web for the last few months and I've "met" a lot of different kinds of people. Some I've gotten to know pretty well but most I've just had casual conversations with and haven't really gotten inside their shell. But the funny thing is that I think that even though it's kind of unpersonal, you still get some sort of chemistry going on with people. You either like them or you don't - just based on a few lines of text exchanged. And your opinion isn't always formed by what they say, but how they say it. So from thinking about that I of course started wondering about how I must come off to the people I talk to.
I must admit, I haven't been doing this for a very long time, so I'm afraid that I must come off as pretty strange to a lot of people, because perhaps I haven't quite gotten familiar with "codes of conduct" in the virtual world, and all the different ways to twist a conversation to get the most out of it. I probably say way too much sometimes and way to little other times... but I think that I mainly behave pretty all right, at least I'm not rude to people or offensive in the way I speak (I hope).
I think getting to know people like this has both positive and negative aspects. Of course, there are some nutjobs out there and people's reasons for chatting can be very different, some honest and some a bit less than honest...And of course, the people who for some odd reason have gotten it into their heads that they can say and do anything and excuse their behavior by the fact that they're just expressing their opinion - or worse: those who behave like morons and simply don't care, in fact they go online in purpose to blow off some steam and be agressive and abusive to people. Those can really be hard to spot, and sadly enough they often manage to make you feel bad - even though it's not real face-to-face insults...
I think I'm getting much better at sorting that out though, since I get more experience every day. But still, it can be difficult to know just what the people you're talking to are thinking or feeling, because after all, all you have to go on is what they are typing! You don't see their faces or body language, and that's what makes up a whole lot of normal conversations. I think that's mainly the difference I see in myself on one hand and more experienced chatters on the other. Those old-timers have a better way of expressing the fullness of what they're trying to communicate just by typing. I guess I have a lot to learn there. In the meantime, I'm just going to continue having fun!
WOW this post ended up as a long one! -Well that's me, talky talky talky... I'll try to refrain from these huge posts in the future unless I really have something important to say. -I promise!
Actually, thing have been somewhat tougher this semester. For some reason, I haven't quite been able to find peace to concentrate on school. It kind of stinks, since I love sharpening my brain on new stuff - but there have been incidents occurring pretty much constantly since the year began that have prevented me from reaching my goals and full potential. All I can do is try to hang on and hope for the best. Hopefully, when things settle down around here I can concentrate on getting back on track.
Hmmm... I just realized how completely useless and absolutely boring this post must seem to the people unfortunate enough to have stumbled across this site... So I guess I'll move on to something else!
I was wondering the other day about how people you've never actually met can still give you a certain feeling. Now, of course I'm talking about people you meet online. I've done quite a bit of socializing around the web for the last few months and I've "met" a lot of different kinds of people. Some I've gotten to know pretty well but most I've just had casual conversations with and haven't really gotten inside their shell. But the funny thing is that I think that even though it's kind of unpersonal, you still get some sort of chemistry going on with people. You either like them or you don't - just based on a few lines of text exchanged. And your opinion isn't always formed by what they say, but how they say it. So from thinking about that I of course started wondering about how I must come off to the people I talk to.
I must admit, I haven't been doing this for a very long time, so I'm afraid that I must come off as pretty strange to a lot of people, because perhaps I haven't quite gotten familiar with "codes of conduct" in the virtual world, and all the different ways to twist a conversation to get the most out of it. I probably say way too much sometimes and way to little other times... but I think that I mainly behave pretty all right, at least I'm not rude to people or offensive in the way I speak (I hope).
I think getting to know people like this has both positive and negative aspects. Of course, there are some nutjobs out there and people's reasons for chatting can be very different, some honest and some a bit less than honest...And of course, the people who for some odd reason have gotten it into their heads that they can say and do anything and excuse their behavior by the fact that they're just expressing their opinion - or worse: those who behave like morons and simply don't care, in fact they go online in purpose to blow off some steam and be agressive and abusive to people. Those can really be hard to spot, and sadly enough they often manage to make you feel bad - even though it's not real face-to-face insults...
I think I'm getting much better at sorting that out though, since I get more experience every day. But still, it can be difficult to know just what the people you're talking to are thinking or feeling, because after all, all you have to go on is what they are typing! You don't see their faces or body language, and that's what makes up a whole lot of normal conversations. I think that's mainly the difference I see in myself on one hand and more experienced chatters on the other. Those old-timers have a better way of expressing the fullness of what they're trying to communicate just by typing. I guess I have a lot to learn there. In the meantime, I'm just going to continue having fun!
WOW this post ended up as a long one! -Well that's me, talky talky talky... I'll try to refrain from these huge posts in the future unless I really have something important to say. -I promise!
Point?
Well, I seem to have figured the blogthing out ok so far, the setup of it is a lot different from the Icelandic one I use, so I had to dig deep in my little ol' brain to find some never-before-used html knowledge just to manage to stick some links and a header on the page. But actually, this is a lot nicer, it certainly allows more personalization and control over the site. Well - or so it seems, anyway...
25.1.05
First blog in English
Well I guess it had to happen eventually!
Looks like I've got more English speaking friends now than Icelandic ones, so only having an Icelandic blog isn't really fair I guess! Anyway, I'm hoping I'll be able to post here regularly so my friends can enjoy that special thing that is the life of Liliana!
I'm not familiar with the setup here at blogspot, so it might take a while before the site becomes as kick-ass-great as I want it to be, but hang on tight, I'll do my very best not to be boring in the meantime.
Looks like I've got more English speaking friends now than Icelandic ones, so only having an Icelandic blog isn't really fair I guess! Anyway, I'm hoping I'll be able to post here regularly so my friends can enjoy that special thing that is the life of Liliana!
I'm not familiar with the setup here at blogspot, so it might take a while before the site becomes as kick-ass-great as I want it to be, but hang on tight, I'll do my very best not to be boring in the meantime.
24.1.05
A little poetry
My knight
Everything I waited for was wiped out
everything I owned blown to pieces
with a single word of yours
So what is left?
The future is a void, my life a bottomless hole
the poems torn to pieces by thoughts, that look so strange
when they hit the paper
He is what’s left, my saviour, my light, my life.
Life.
Doesn’t ask for anything but what my nature bids me to give
but gives in return a much greater gift;
life.
I thought he’d be mounted on a white horse
but not wearing big, blue eyes,
two red cheeks, and three white teeth, who are revealed to me
in a smile which contains the whole life.
Yes, I will be rescued
By the greatest hero of all time.
--------------------------------
Sweet suffocation
If you were real
I would reach out my finger
just a millimeter.
And I’d be submerged by you
because I’m surrounded by your loveliness
all around
far away
yet so close
like a part of my atmosphere
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Fear
Aware
I know the ways of your heart
Awake
I understand your thoughts
In love
I thrive on your sincerity
Human
I fear your goodness
-------------------------
Allow me to cry
Allow me to cry
because the world is too as bad as they say
Allow me to cry
because my heart is breaking because of its wickedness
Allow me to cry
because my heart screams but nobody hears it
Allow me to cry
I can’t do it alone
Allow me to cry
Allow me to cry
and take the weight off my chest.
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Everything I waited for was wiped out
everything I owned blown to pieces
with a single word of yours
So what is left?
The future is a void, my life a bottomless hole
the poems torn to pieces by thoughts, that look so strange
when they hit the paper
He is what’s left, my saviour, my light, my life.
Life.
Doesn’t ask for anything but what my nature bids me to give
but gives in return a much greater gift;
life.
I thought he’d be mounted on a white horse
but not wearing big, blue eyes,
two red cheeks, and three white teeth, who are revealed to me
in a smile which contains the whole life.
Yes, I will be rescued
By the greatest hero of all time.
--------------------------------
Sweet suffocation
If you were real
I would reach out my finger
just a millimeter.
And I’d be submerged by you
because I’m surrounded by your loveliness
all around
far away
yet so close
like a part of my atmosphere
-------------------------------
Fear
Aware
I know the ways of your heart
Awake
I understand your thoughts
In love
I thrive on your sincerity
Human
I fear your goodness
-------------------------
Allow me to cry
Allow me to cry
because the world is too as bad as they say
Allow me to cry
because my heart is breaking because of its wickedness
Allow me to cry
because my heart screams but nobody hears it
Allow me to cry
I can’t do it alone
Allow me to cry
Allow me to cry
and take the weight off my chest.
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