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Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Big Spender
I am turning into quite the big spender. Since I started working I have bought jeans, a top, a t-shirt, shoes, two CDs, five books (just ordered three more from Amazon.co.uk), not to mention that I´ve rented many many videos, gone to the cinema at least three times, and of course there´s all the candy and lots of other stuff.
Oh, but wait, there´s more!
I am concidering buying more! I am almost perfectly certain I will buy the Keane CD; Hopes and Fears. I also want to buy Britney Spears´ In The Zone, and Maroon 5; Songs About Jane. I think I won´t buy the latter one, I want to hear more songs from them other than This Love, and She Will Be Loved, both of wich I completely loooove, before I buy the CD. Buying future Mrs. Federline´s latest CD will require more thought.
Anyways.
Last week I worked 49 hours, the week before last too, and will this week also. Meaning; on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday this week, last, and the week before last, I worked from 7:55 till 19:00. But, thankfully, I will only work till 16:05 tomorrow and on Friday. Before I started working all this overtime, I had a hard enough time getting through the 8 hour workday, but now, having worked 11 hours quite a few times, I thank God for being able to go home, take a shower, and rest, all before dinner.
And more good news; I now only have five workdays left; nex Tuesday is my last day! Woohoo! And a three day weekend! Another woohoo! Monday is a bank holiday in Iceland. Actually, it´s called "Merchants´ Day Off," because it used to be the only day of the year that all shops were closed. Now it is the opposite; everybody gets a day off, except the merchants! Don´t ask me why.
Well, must be off to bed now, it is much too late to be surfing the web.
Nightynight.
QotD: "Happy people depress me. Drunk, happy people make me want to slit my wrist." -Laynie, from Everwood.
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Saturday, July 24, 2004
Ms Rich!
Yes, indeed, I am a rich woman! Or girl. I have now got 7 pay checks, and put together, I have been paid exactly 215957 isk.kr. (that would be about $3085)! Of course, as I´ve previously posted, I have spent a lot of that money, but I´m still very rich. For a 17 year-old schoolgirl, that is. I now can buy everything I want. Almost. But of course I won´t do that, I try my best not to spend a lot, but just knowing that I could buy this or that, makes me feel good. Just call me superficial. I don´t mind. I am.
A few weeks ago I registered at allpoetry.com, and I´ve posted a few poems and a couple of stories (on storywrite.com). It´s so great to read what other people, complete strangers, think about my writing. So far, I´ve only got good reviews, and a couple of neutral ones. I´ve put a link to my personal page on the link list, but just in case you didn´t see it, then here is another link.
Before I go to sleep, I have some confessions to make. Secrets, that I have hidden like my life depended upon it, but now I feel that the time to fess up has come.
So here goes. Remember, please don´t tell anyone!
OK. Deeeep breath.
I like Britney Spears´ music. I haven´t heard one bad song from her. My favorite right now is Everytime, and lucky for me, it is played at least 3 times a day, on the two radio stations that I listen to the most, when I´m at work. I also really like Toxic. I´m even thinking about buying the album (In The Zone). I am so ashamed.
More confessions. I also like the Spice Girls. I was such a huge fan when I was young, and I haven´t stopped liking them. Sometimes, when I´m feeling especially nostalgic (and alone at home), I put Spice or Spiceworld on, and turn up the volume really loud and sing along. Very embarrassing.
And the last confession, but not the least: I like a few Jennifer Lopez songs. I absolutely love I´m Real, Murder Remix. Actually, I´m listening to J.LO. right now.
As you probably understand, this was very, very hard for me to do, so please respect my wishes, and don´t tell!
Oh, and by-the-by, I bought the soundtrack from Hair, the movie that is, on Friday the 16th. I loooove it!
QotD: "You´re like a saint, only annoying." -Andy, from Everwood.
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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Muahahahaha!
According to mom and Björgvin, I laugh loud. Lol. I do not understand this, as I usually concider myself a quiet person. Usually. But apparantely, they can clearly hear me guffawing through the walls (my room is next to the living room), when I´m watching sit-coms or a really funny movie or sth. This bothers me a little, since I know that my room is pretty much sound proof. This I know because a couple of days ago, I turned the volume on my tv up really loud, left the room and closed the door. And I couldn´t hear a thing. Not a peep. But my laughter can be heard!
I feel so sorry for the people that sit around me when I go to the movies! Or maybe I just laugh loud at home.
Oh Lord, I´m thinking too much about this. I feel a headache coming on!
Here´s the quote of the day, I just hope I don´t laugh too loud at it!
QotD: "Isn´t there some poor, defenceless animal you need to disembowel?" -Manny the mammoth, from Ice Age.
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Monday, July 12, 2004
I have to puke!
I wrote a haiku that should describe my day perfectly:
Early in the morning
Nothing smells sweeter
Than raw, rotten fish.
Yup, my day in a nutshell. Of course I need not mention that this haiku is pure sarcasm (just thought I´d mention it...). The fish we were working with today was old, and we had to work until 19:00, and tomorrow and Wednesday also, because "raw material is rotting, so damage is "coming up"." Personally I don´t mind; I mean, I get 9 hours overtime this week, and that is real money... But the smell throws a monkey wrench into things (just found that expression in a dictionary, though I´d try it out). I really had to apply myself, so I wouldn´t throw up every time tiny bits of water-mixed fish splashed onto my lips, eyes, cheeks, nose and so forth and everytime I picked up a stinky, "new" fish to cut, that was riddled with brown spots of rot. Yes, it was a tough, smelly day.
Jóakim still hasn´t dropped the "please-feel-sorry-for-me-I-just-lost-my-home-and-my-human-doesn´t-pay-any-attention-to-me-anymore" act. Yesterday he brought me a new token of his undying love for me; a thrush, desperately clinging on to dear life (the bird, not Jóakim). I was not witness to this event, as I had shut me up in my so-called sound-proof room, sleeping. Mom and Björgvin caught him, and put the poor thrush out of its misery.
But wait, this is not over. This morning, when I was going out of the house, I noticed another thrush, no doubt a new present for me, lying dead on the pavement in front of the house. I was a little worried, because I hadn´t closed the door to my room, and I was afraid Jóakim might smuggle the thrush under my bed unnoticed, before I got home. Fortunately, he did not succeed in that. But when I got home I found out that a boy that lives in the house opposite ours, had been sent by his mom to tell us, that our cat had killed two birds today. My mom went to buy a bell for his cat collar, and a new label to put on the collar, in case he´d run away again. I think I know what is wrong with him. Or what has happened to him or whatever. His behaviour the last month is very similar to a teenager whose life is "messed up"; moves away from the neighborhood he has lived in since he was born, gets jealous of the new family member, takes drastic measures to get attention, and so on. So he is having a sort of "teenage rebellion". Except that he´s most definately not a teenager, he´s 12 years old, which is about 64 in human years, not to mention that he isn´t human.
Well, I think I´ll end this on a more funny notes; I didn´t go souvenir shopping on Saturday, but I did go and buy a very funny post card. It has a black-&-white drawn picture with mountains and a few sheep in the background, and in the foreground there are three sheep with real wool, standing on a highway, and above the picture it says: RUSH HOUR IN ICELAND. Hilarious. I´ve put it up on my wall, and when I get to Scotland I´m going to show it to everybody!
QotD: "She practically had genuine moulded plastic stamped on her ass," -Tara, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer |
Monday, July 05, 2004
Please recycle!
So I went shopping on Saturday. Funny thing; ever since I started working (5 weeks ago) I´ve gone shopping on Saturdays. I´ve bought jeans, books, a top, and now shoes. That´s right, I went to SautjánJeans and bought a pair of black Chuck Taylor All Star Converse Canvas High Tops. I love them. They are just so comfy, and, well, right now, the only word I can think of; cool. The fact that they were designed 81 years ago makes them even cooler.
I was looking at the box, seeing if it was something I wanted to hold on to (like I´ve done with my other cool shoes´s boxes; my Adidas shoes, that are a little bit like these, exept they´re white with blue stripes and red and white soles; and my Diesel shoes). And gies what. I turn the box over, and on the bottom there is a little message to the buyer: This box deserves another chance to hold a pair of Converse shoes. Please recycle. Made in Vietnam.
Very funny. But I am not going to give this box another chance to hold a pair of Converse shoes; I am going to keep it. God knows I have enough stuff to put in it.
Moving on. As I´ve written before; my cat has been acting very strangely lately, and I´m pretty sure it´s because he´s jealous of Sigrún Ugla. A few days ago, Thursday or Friday I think, someone mentioned that Jóakim hasn´t been spotted here for a while. But that is completely normal; he´s got a cat-flap, and is pretty independent, so the only thing he needs from us is food, and a little petting once in a while. On Saturday we got a little worried, and then finally on Sunday I decided to go for a little walk to look for Jóakim. I walked all the way to our old home, and when I was a couple of blocks away from our old house, I started whistling and making this sound one makes when one wants to lure a kitten to oneself. No response. I finally came to our old house, still whistling, and who do you think came trotting towards me? None other than Jóakim, his Royal Highness himself (my cat, not the actual prince of Denmark!). Apparantely, he´d got a little homesick, so he just went ahead and went "home". He wasn´t that happy to go back to our new home, though, and since the leash we bought for him when we moved (so he wouldn´t run away when we took him out for a walk so he could get to know his new neighborhood), I had to carry him the whole way!!! I don´t know how far it is in km/miles, but it took me at least 20 minutes! And you should have seen my jacket, it was all coveredin fur.
On the way to our old house, I stopped ny at the library. Typical me, I´m reading two books now (The Picture of Dorian Gray and Jane Eyre, I´m trying to be more sophisicated, starting with reading all the classics; and I´m ordering three books from Amazon soon; Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging, Away Laughing on a Fast Camel and The Guy Next Door), and still I stop by at the library to see if there are any interesting books. I recently read about The Catcher in the Rye, and since it´s a classic, I decided I wanted to read it. So I went to the "books in English" section of the library, but alas, the book I was looking for wasn´t there. What was I to do? Well, when I was going out, I noticed a few books by J. D. Salinger in the "books in Icelandic" section. "Hmmm..." I thought, "maybe it´s time for me to read something in my own language?" And I decided that yes, it was about time I read something in Icelandic, God knows how long it´s been... And I just went for it. I found The Catcher in the Rye (or Bjargvætturinn í grasinu, like it´s called in Icelandic), and borrowed it. I started reading it when I got home, after I´d cleaned my jacket with a sticker roll (?) and taken a shower, but I haven´t got that far, I´m only on page 19. But it is understandable, what with all the sleeping, surfing the web, and watching TV to do.
Yup, that´s me in a nutshell: TV, books, internet and sleep. Oh, and of course music. I just love listening to music. There´s on thing though, that I don´t know; the bands I like are Rooney, Travis, The Beatles and The Darkness. What the hell is that kind of music called? If you know, pray tell!
QotD: "Just because you´re an angel doesn´t mean you can´t kick some ass now and again." -Ramus; an Elder, from Charmed |
Friday, July 02, 2004
Hwsssshh....
I have abnormal hearing when it comes to soda. Just a few minutes ago, Björgvin had a glass of Pepsi Max. I could hear, through the closed door, the hwsssh when he opened the bottle! And of course I went and had some myself. Then I walk into the living room, and guess who I see there?
My mom! She had gone to a meeting a couple of hours ago, and I didn´t hear her come back home!
I am weird.
QotD: "I´m just a man with a box, that´s all you need to know." -Eddie, from Grounded for Life. |
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