I'm moving out.
Growing up... finally...
Not changing post codes, mind you... but away from my parents basement.
It's been a good stay, but I decided to move out before I hit thirty...
So... you're invited to a party at MY place (MYMYMYPLACE) pretty soon...

See you then,
hugs 'n kisses...

I went swimming this morning. Yup. Woke up BEFORE eight... and went swimming with Sólrún and Egill. Before eight.
Eight!
Well.
(did I mention that it was before eight, not after?)
Not much else to report (eight)...
Catcha later, honey

Hallelúja, helgarfrí! OG mér var SAGT að fara snemma heim úr vinnunni, ég væri búin að vinna svo mikið undanfarið. Jibbí! Ekkert samviskubit!
Oupsy, I forgot I blog in English. Well, you didn't miss out on much. This week has been crazy, with three performances of We are all Marlene Dietrich FOR and me in training with Ólöf for prepping the show. A lot of fun, too, mind you. There is nothing like the magic of theatre, eh? Eh? Anywhoo... also went to TWO fantastic concerts this week: Coco Rosie at Nasa, which was awesome, and Joanna Newsom at Fríkirkjan (the free church!!) which was mind blowing.
I don't know about them warming-up acts, though. The guy who played before Coco Rosie I couldn't hear at all, he was a soft-singing kind of guy and everyone was talking... so...
At the Joanna Newsom concert Slow BLow opened. Slow Blow was actually quite good but the guy, SMOG, who came after them... I was just about ready to strangle him! He played on and on and on... and every song waas exactly the same... I wanted to untie my shoelaces, make a lasso, haul him out of there and string him up.
So... now it's Friday, I'm off early... plan on taking a dip in Vesturbæjarlaugin and buy some beer and have a regular cookout on my barbeque. No. I don't have a bar-b-q. Of my own. So maybe just the beer. And the dip.
Have a wonderful weekend, my darling...

Why am I awake before noon on a Saturday? I think it's grossly unfair. Although I did sign myself up for this. Am at a Frontpage seminar... which is going incredibly sloooowly. Maybe I should have taken the advanced course. Am having trouble staying awake (my foremost problem when it comes to school). Thank God for the internet... Have a nice weekend and go see We are all Marlene Dietrich FOR on Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday at the Reykjavik City Theatre... see you there, my darling XXX

Pet peeve, got one for ya: When American films are supposed to take place in other countries, why do all the actors speak with an accent? Like in Imagining Argentina, for example, where everybody is supposedly speaking in Spanish -which is really English... but with a Spanish accent. If they were really speaking in their own language, they wouldn't really have a phony accent, now would they? I mean, if you can't just film the whole thing in Spanish, try filming it in proper English, instead of this weird mixture. Hrumph.
So. Last weekend we premiered the Choreographic Workshop of Vala and Aðalheiður and had a party afterwards - also to say goodbye to Jesús, who has now left the country :.(
Drank a bit much, but not tooooo much (drastically. Just enough to make me wince when I looked at some of the nonsensical textmessages I sent. I sometimes get so trapped in very convoluted mindpuzzzles when I drink, that when I try to convey what I'm thinking it sounds a bit jibberjabbish like. So. Don't read text messages from me from 00:00 - 06:00 on Saturdays and 00:00 - 6:00 on Sundays with any modicum of sanity.
Ooo, threw out my back. Guess that means I have to start moving my ass again. Dammit.