Ouf. This past fortnight without using my VISA card has been a bit difficult. I'm trying to organise my financial affairs, and it's bloody difficult - especially when you're as disorganised as I am. :( From now on everything will be better. I will put money away, and organize a weekly allowance (like that will work) and ease back on the impulse buying... This will go hand in hand with my improved diet (instead of eating two pieces of toast for breakfast and lunch - followed by pasta in the evening - I will eat fruit and vegetables and all that is good and healthy)
Yes indeed. Soon you'll see a healthier me with a healthier bank balance.
No, really. Why doesn't anyone believe me?
I believe in the power of the mind. People CAN change.
Sometime in the future you will see this happen to me.
Have band practice tonight, will buy beer for the band to celebrate sensible spending and a healthier me.
I didn't tell you about my birthday bash, though, did I? I had a marvellous time. Apart from the time it has taken to get rid of the smell of smoke... I guess 30 square meters is to small a place for 20 people to chain-smoke in...
Oh, well, it was worth it!!

29 years old today. I feel both older and younger than that. Here's a picture of me and my big sister, taken approx. 28 years ago. I don't really think I've changed much. Grew boobs, sure. Still have pudgy upper arms and a smile. Longer hair maybe.
OK, I suppose I have changed from infancy. Anyway. I'm having a birthday bash tomorrow, Saturday, and you are welcome to pop over if you know me. If you are a random stranger reading this, you showing up might be a bit awkward. See ya later, honey.

I am exctatic. We are sold out for Saturday. Which is no easy feet, with 532 seats, you know. Dance doesn't quite sell like hot lummur, you know. :)
ANyway, you can still come to the last show, on the 25th, at 14:00.
Which is, incidentally, the day after my birthday. In case you forgot! :) :) :)

My party sucks. Big time. I'm not sure I want to be in a political party with such apalling judgement. Guðrún Ögmundsdóttur will no longer be a member of parliament, as a result of the primary elections.
What the bleeding heck is wrong with you people? Here is one person, who more than ANYONE in the party has dedicated her work to those who never have anyone to speak for them. If someone is the epitomy of what a good social democrat should be like, it's her. She almost single handedly wrote the law on equal rights for gays. And - THIS is the thanks she gets? Are you KIDDING me?
Oh, incidentally - the only MP for the social democrats whose bill passed on to become a law... ooh, musn't let someone like that back into the parliament. She might have made a HABIT of it. Grrrr. I'm looking to crack skulls.

Another appalling result of the weekend: Looks like Árni Johnson is getting back into parliament. For those of you not in the know:
Árni Johnson used to be a member of parliament. Using the postition entrusted to him by the people of the country he continued to rob them blind. For which he was finally sentenced to jail.
NOt only is he a thief, he's the worst kind of thief, using his position of trust to screw people over. I'd rather have a drugsmuggler in parliament than him back.
And not only this, but the man is a known racist, sexist, homophobe who is also, on occastion violent(remember when he punched Hreimur?).
I tell you. The people of the Westman Islands must have COTTON instead of brains to vote him back. Sure he gives them a lot of stuff... but if you can't trust it not to be ill gotten - how can you honestly accept it?
Ooh, remember the Þjóðhátíð when Árni was in jail and the Westman Islanders were unbelievably HURT that he hadn't been let out of JAIL to join the party. They HONESTLY expected him to be let out of prison to SING for them.

God I'm furious.

I woke up this morning at seven o'clock to a strange sound of calink. Turns out, for the second time, I left me keys in the keyhole. On the OUTSIDE. And the paper delivery person is sweet enough to take them out and put them through the mailbox. Mailslit. Whatever. For the SECOND time in like a month. I love my paper delivery people. I figure they are two who do the route together, one does Fréttablaðið and the other one does Blaðið. I sometimes hear them talking.
Guess nobody really wants to rape and murder me in my sleep. Which is a comforting thought. (Sjöníuþrettán, sko)

Jæjaaaaaa... eventful week - I got SICK on Tuesday, BIG time. Like puking all night and half of the day. On a premiere-week!! Arg! Things are coming along, though... Family performance tomorrow, free for kids (will put in ad-picture) and I got my professional photo back, finally... and I must say I've never loved a picture of me like I love this one. This gal has the magic touch (the photographer, not me). Her name is Silja Magg, and I do recommend her - she's done all our publicity shots this winter. I'm NOT being an egomaniac, mind you! Really! Narcissism is normally not a big problem for me - normally I HATE my pictures. And I don't this one, ok, so bear with me, here. I'm not a skinny, pretty model type, I can have this one piece of photography for ME, ok!!! Not that I'm being defensive or anything...

Hello there. Here's a recount of my fabulous weekend. I went to see the premiere of Watch My Back's Comedy Improv on Friday - you should deffinitely go, it's a lot of fun and not often that anything of this variety is going on in Reykjavik! And it's in English, if you are an Eeengleesh speaker. Note the poster posted...
After that there was of course some drinking at Borgarleikhúsið, hehe.
Saturday, after having dinner at my sister's, I went out with Gunna and Dóra, we had a lot of fun at my place before going downtown... after that... weeeeell, I don't exactly get to choose which place to go to when I go out with G&D... I love them dearly, but they have dreadful taste in clubs. I got stuck in ÓLIVER. ÓLIVER! After sending out a few desperate "help me" text messages I just left. These people just scare me. If I were ever to hook up there I would have to go to detox. :S Lordy Lord. Having said that my friends are of course an exception to the genus horribilis that frequent that place. :)
What with all the dancing going on, here's a pic of me and Hjördís dancing in some place or the other... Maybe Sirkús? Ciao darling