I woke up last night at 05:30. Which in itself is quite strange. I invariably sleep like a rock throughout the night, I wouldn't wake up if there was a volcanic eruption next door (an event not likely to occur in any case).

Anyway, I wake up at 05:30. I lie awake for about ten to fifteen seconds and then I turn my head towards my nightstand and almost like in a dream I hear a little beep and the light goes on on my cell-phone.
I immdediately think: Oh, it's Sólrún.
And I check my message and lo and behold, it was Sólrún saying goodbye before leaving on tour. Worth to note I had no idea when she would be leaving, just that it was sometime today.
Isn't this weird?
I think it is. Very Twilight Zony, Twin Peaksy, kindof.

Today winter arrived in Reykjavík. The wind has been howling and blowing snow up and down and everywhere around. I huddled down with a bunch of three and four year olds inside all day, drinking hot cocoa and watching Ávaxtakarfan.

Now I'm home and I have this overwhelming urge to go out tonight. There is nothing like going out in a snowstorm. Once me, Helga and Ester went out in a snowstorm that was so big only one bar was open (Glaumbar, hahaha) and we had to catch a ride with a rescue-squad to get there, eventhough it was only about 500 meters. That was fun.

I'm now waiting for a guy from Edda publishing. He's going to come between the hours of 18-19 to give me a little speach on the fantastic book- and magazine deals they have (not knowing I couldn't possibly afford ANYthing right now) and in turn I will receive a free book... I usually say no to these things but I really need free stuff right now, so what the heck.
Have a nice weekend, wherever you are.

Úff, ég ætla sko ekki að gerast átaksbloggari og segja öllum hvað ég sé feit og borði mikið...

Hello again. I've been painting my ass off, aren't you proud? I'm proud. I don't care what you think anyway. I don't have much else to say, I mean, nothing I'd actually put on my blog, what, you think I'm crazy? I'd get arrested!

Congratulations all the women of Iceland on a fantastically successfull day! :D
Down town Reykjavík was packed as women of all ages (and some men certainly) came to demonstrate against the gender-based wage difference by quitting early today. Since women only get about 64% of men's wages they decided to leave work after 64% of a full work day (at 14:08 in a 9-17 workday) and march downtown. This is also in honour of the first women's day-off, thirty years ago. I am still depressed after missing that one, eventhough I was legally excused, not being born and all. Today somewhere between 40.000 and 60.000 people gathered down-town... for a country of less than 300.000 this is quite a feat!!
Equal work, equal pay!

What's with that stupid ad on tv? There's an ad on tv that features two attractive people making out in bed, black and white film... very romantic, kindof like an ad for perfume. Then the catchy line: Has it been a long time since you felt like someone really loved you?
OK. So what's the ad for?
A car rental company. Right.
Shouldn't they be making out in a car then, or something? Some connection? Then again, who wants to rent a car that might have seen just a "little" too much action... fold out the plastic covers, darling...

Hello, hello.
So where have I been? Nowhere! Just lazy, sorry... Anyway, like I mentioned in my last post I've finished my report and now I'm without responsibilities. Except, you know, well... apart from having to find a job and stuff like that... hahaha... lovely, lovely. I am temping at my old kindergarten until I find a job, but it is a bit difficult, because while working I'm not really out searching for a job, now am I?
And I really want to sink my teeth into some interesting project and chew on it till fully digested (if you see what I mean). I want to be able to start building something up instead of jumping in here and there. My sis and her boyfriend were in London for the weekend so I spent the weekend with my niece. Let's just say that two and a half years old is a bit too young for the cinema... as a bit of a screaming tantrum taught me. But I had a lot of fun, though, hanging out with my little raisin. Exhausted, but content. Today I had a girly brunch with Vala and Sólrún, applied for a grant and two jobs and bought a tool-kit in Ikea (I feel quite accomplished now.) ...then I rented two Buffy videos and plan on chilliiiiing... Catchoo later, aligator!

Well. It's done. Doomsday. Or not. I sent in my report to my supervisors to read over before I send it in for good. Am preparing for harsh criticism and people being disappointed in me.

I've been working for my old kindergarten for two days, filling in. It's wonderful, I mean, really great. Without sarcasm. (I'm too sarcastic, when I rave it sounds fake. But I mean it now!) What other kind of job could you go back to where you get showers of hugs and kisses and smiles? I've actually taught practically all the kids in that kindergarten, the oldest ones there I took care of when they couldn't even speak. I miss my kids a lot. One has moved away and I'm so sad I can't see her. Anyway, now I don't have to go to the unemployment office to beg... just yet... hire me? As you can see I'm a brilliant pen. Yup. Also a bit insane. Partly from thinking I'm a brilliant pen and also, well, you know... just in general. But in an extremely dull and ordinary way. Boy, did I just blow it with the film festival, I've hardly had time to see anything. I went to one panel discussion and I've seen two films (good connections, hon). I'm planning to see Gegen die Wand tomorrow though.
After work. Where I get to scramble around a bunch of cuties all day long. Who think I'm funny. People don't think I'm funny nearly enough. People have a bad sense of humour. Apparently, when they're two, it works juuuust fine.

Hey, can I have a pet peeve column? I've go two just bursting to come out...

Pet Peeve Column (mental note, check how peeve is actually spelled)

One thing that annoys me: When people call me on my cell phone I like to know WHO they are and WHEN they call.
I don't like private numbers.
If you don't want me to know who the fxxx you are, don't call me!

One other thing. I'm not as big as you think I am! It's really weird. I read this book by Dean Koontz the other day, and for the first time in my life I read of someone with a similar problem as me. There's this guy who's kind of tall,kind of husky, right? But people always get the perception of him as being huuge. Like, guys his own height describing him as extremely tall, right? With appropriate nicknames. Well. Weheeell. Newsflash. I'm NOT 185 cm. tall. I'm 177,5 cm., been trying to stretch up to 178, which is a much nicer number, for yeeeears. A cousin of mine, who is 179 herself (you know who you are!) had to measure twice to finally believe me to be shorter. And probably still thinks of it as a difference in sock thickness. My aunt (you know who you are!), being 3 cm taller than me described me as once having been shorter than she, but after having grown up to a strapping 182 cm I'm much, much taller. Don't get me wrong, I would love to be taller, it makes for a better view and all, but this is just plain weird.
And these are close relatives. You should hear the stuff I get from strangers. I get this aaaall the time. Maybe it's because I've always had tall friends so instead of stooping down I've kindof stretched up. I feel as tall as my tallest friends. Hmmm.
(p.s. to all relatives featured in this text, you know I love you anyway, right?)

And before you say something let me just say this one thing: It's a BLOG, it's SUPPOSED to be self-centred. You wouldn't really want to read about my views on the proposed draft for public spending, would you? Ok, I know some of you would. I have weird friends. But I expect you acknowledge this oddness in your personalities and come to my blog to absorbe some of my egocentricism.

Cheers, darling.

Sometimes, when I'm driving, say, or walking downtown, I'll think of something brilliant that I could write on my blog... something witty and intelligent with a spark of humor to it (not often to be seen on this blog). However, when I finally sit down to write my mind turns into this curious fog. Give me a subject, any subject! Oh, well... what can I write about? Hmm, let me see. Well, I had Olof, Olof and Doja over Friday night, which was very nice. Then me and Doja went down town and had a blast(hihi). Saturday night I was saying goodbye to Steinunn who is going back to Boston today, and that was also a blast. I have entered a new stage in my life, where I habitually end up at 22 dancing like crazy or playing foosball. How do you like my use of the word blast? I think it has a nice ring to it. Had a blast.

Oh, well. Hope you had a blast reading this. Hope it inspired you in some way or other.
Maybe next time you get a brilliant idea, you'll write it down instead of letting it slip away.
Or maybe you'll become a better version of yourself.
Maybe, I have inadvertantly created a sense of euphoric peace amongst all those who read this and this will have a domino-effect and result in freedom from all injustice and violence.
Or maybe none of the above and I just can't stop writing because then I will actually have to go to work and finish my report...