9.1.06
8.1.06
Yoohoo, big Q loves us!
I thought you might find this interesting. It's Quentin Tarantino on Conan talking about his Icelandic Newyears experience. WILD! :D
16.10.05
Inside a man's mind
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.
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.
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.
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