I was flipping through the paper this morning... and found myself completely befuddled. On one page in Fréttablaðið they had assembled pictures of famous people and their Icelandic look-alikes. Except that they didn't look anything like them. I frankly don't see ANY resemblance between Logi Bergmann and Anthony Hopkins... and Elísabet Davíðs looking like Micha Barton?? It's just insane! The only thing these people seemed to have in common was their gender...
Really weird. Guess there's not much to write about... :S
Had a great weekend, playing buzz at Kiddy's house on Friday and being invited to an impromptu street party at Eggert's place and then going to Anna Soffía's and Hlín's birthday party on Saturday... had a good weekend all in all...
must stop dancing at Dillon though, I emerged wet to the bone after a couple of hours of enthusiastic (if not artistic) dancing... thank God I live downtown ;)

I am so mad, furious, sad, angry, frustrated at the state of the world. Are people idiots? Who thought that creating weapons in the first place was a good idea?

What the fuck is the matter with the Israelis, for example? I'm no supporter of the Hizbollah, but the Israeli's response is so far out of line, the line is only a dot to them. Examples?
** Bombing civilian aerias and vital resources, killing hundreds of children and grownups, 95% of whom have nothing to do with the Hizbollah.
**Attacking the UN outpost (is outpost the right word? My english fails me..) - despite the Irish UN general who called the Israeli 6 times to warn them about the outpost's location and the UN soldiers /who later got killed) who called them 10 times. After 16 warnings they still get away with saying that the bombing was accidental???
**Warning civilians to vacate the area and then bombing the train of cars as they are leaving.
**Attacking Red-Cross ambulances.
**Bombing Palestinians like crazy during their attack on Lebanon - hey, that way, nobody will notice much.

And the US media is so biased, it's unfrigging believable!

I remember living in NY and reading the news there. They do tell you about the one Palistinian committing a suicide bombing in Israel (which I do not condone, mind you) but they always seem to forget the responses of the Israeli army... how much, much more they kill and maim and ruin in their fierce retaliations.

And does NO-ONE in the States (or at least the media, and Di honey, you're of course not included here) see the resemblance between Apartheit and the Israeli's policy towards the Palestinians? Helloooo? And, calling things the way they are: i.e. that the Israeli government has been guilty of genocide towards the Palestinian people, does NOT make me an anti-semite!

Having gone through horrible things in your past does NOT give you a free pass to kill and abuse other people in the present.

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There. That having been said. It's Friday. I'm going to read like crazy this weekend (having patched things up with my library)...
I'm going to cook a good meal and drink red wine and some cooooold beer.

I am NOT going to:
cry over Television no more.
I've been going through this phase. It's freaky. I was watching the episode where Buffy gets chosen as Class Protector of her high school and I cried!! I've been crying over commercials!
I must be pregnant!
Hahahaha!
NO, I'M NOT!! (unless... it might be an immaculate conception... wouldn't be the first time... although... it would probably only be the second time and I haven't really seen any scientific evidence for the first one)
OK, catch you later.

I had the strangest dream this morning. I was dreaming it from 5 in the morning till 9 (I kept waking up long enough to look at the clock/press snooze). I dreamt that I went back in time, about ten years. At first I was kindof telling my younger self about life, how I was going to go be an exchange student and how I shouldn't panic about my first year in college (MR), things would all work out and that after I got back as an exchange student I would be in a better class...

then I actually WAS me, ten years ago... i.e. I was my present self in previous self's body and circumstances. That was kindof cool, since I didn't have my present poise and confidence at sixteen -if you can call it that - whatever it is I have slightly now, I didn't have remotely then... by FAR... I remember going on a trip when I was sixteen and being totally utterly dumbfounded that this guy I thought was kindof cool actually talked to me and seemed to want to talk to me. Stunned cannot describe it. Kept expecting a Carrie thing to happen, except me without any superpowers, and let's face it - quite benign at that. So basically, pigs blood. Have I ever mentioned that I didn't achieve any social skills until the age of 18?

Then I was kindof pissed I didn't remember any lottery numbers and was trying to find something I could bet on with my beforehand knowledge... heehee... didn't work. Then I thought - hey, why not flirt with some guys that I had a crush on then but would never ever have had the nerve to even talk to... or on some ex boyfriend that wasn't even on my radar then... see, that way I sortof knew him already, and knew he'd be slightly attracted to me at one point or another... so I could be really bold and brazen without having the risk of a crash and burn - see? Then I'd bolster my 16 year old confidence through my 28 year old self... I didn't do it though, just thought about it. (Which - in a dream - is pretty much the same thing...)

Point is, the dream was freakishly real, the clothes, people and circumstances... I was even worrying about my math course. Wouldn't it be cool to be able to go through college again, but without the dumb insecurities that plague the common teenager? Although, I guess I might get kindof bored. I might sleep even more during my classes than I actually did in College. Although I'm not quite sure that is possible. I had a sweater-mark on my forhead for four straight years. Only waking to get me some coffee during breaks. Good times.

Then I hiked up a mountain trailing a bycicle and went down snowboarding. Don't ask me how that got mixed up in the rest. But I was quite good at snowboarding. Did this amazing jump that generated quite the applause. (I've never been snowboarding in my life)

Anyway, why am I blabbering on like this? Guess what - I'm back at work, and things aren't quite full on at the office yet... hey, I'm on a coffee break, you try having a coffee break with no people and no coffee. (this has now actually stopped being a blog, but a testimony of me talking to my invisible friends)(although... what is a blog but...)

well, well, well... did I just fall from the edge of the earth or what. What. I mean, no falling, earth being round and all. Sooo... Well, I moved out, to a little stone cottege-type studio flat... tiny but very warm and cosy. It's right smack in the middle of down-town Reykjavik. My dormant decorating skills got awoken and have proven to be slightly less magnificent than formerly believed... but still sufficient to make the place livable (I think).
Last weekend me and Valla headed off to the Western fjords of Iceland (pining for the fjords). I had never been there, so I decided to it was about time... We drove up West, taking in every folk museum on the way - from Hólmavík to Bolungavík and had a very nice time. We had a really nice time although I must say that long-distance driving will never be a big favorite of mine... after driving for 6 hours straight on bad roads I get kind of paranoid when I see an approaching car in the distance... In Flateyri I discovered my roots and found the house my great-grandma (amma Ágústa) grew up in (took some photos - any relatives interested can get them sent ;) I just asked around until someone told me to call this woman who knew the house... I asked her if she knew the house that captain Helgi Andrésson lived in around 1900... and she said: Sure, that's the Helgi Andrésson house! Anyway... I will aspire to be witty and interesting at a later time... I'm gonna go and see the four mast sailboat that's in Reykjavik harbour with my niece (it's weird, the things that stick from your upbringing - I have a compulsive need to go look at every single foreign sailboat that moors at the Reykjavik docks)
Allrighty, see you later, me go burn in sun now...