::The Yellow Book::

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About Me
name: Katrin
age: 21
location: Reykjavík, Iceland
nationality: Icelandic
msn: trinagunnars (at) hotmail (dot) com
reading: Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen. Old Arcadia, by Sir Philip Sidney.
listening to: My iPod
watching: Buffy DVDs, How I Met Your Mother and Gossssssip Girl
likes: sleep, Pepsi Max, YAs by Meg CabotTV and my late cat, Joakim
dislikes: Techno, mathfish  

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Sunday, February 27, 2005

I love Gavin!

I'm thinking about always having post titles start with "I love...", unless I think of something brilliant.

I've listened to Gavin DeGraw's Chariot and Chariot Stripped about a million times now. I love Gavin!
I just found something out. On the official Gavin DeGraw fansite it says that his mom is a detox specialist and his father a prison guard. These are the first four lines of I Don't Want To Be:
I don't need to be anything other
Than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other
Than a specialist's son.

!

My mom is now officially a Bachelorette of Arts; B.A. of Folkloristics. Her graduation from the University of Iceland was yesterday. Here is she, only a few minutes after she got her diploma:

Congrats mother!

QotD: "My house burned down, my daughter's dead, and you're asking me to pee in a cup? ...Sure, why not." -Jessica Abernathy, CSI
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

I love Jess!

Hmm... deja vu! Okay, okay, I've said this before, but hey, some things you can never say too often!

I love Amazon! The Gavin DeGraw album, 2-CD special album arrived tonight! And Bjorgvin only ordered it on Sunday! I am listening to the first CD right now (the original one), and it's awesome. I do so not regret buying this album. But wait. I didn't buy this album. Bjorgvin decided to give it to me! Because I've apparently been so helpful lately, babysitting for my sister and cooking dinner once a week and all that. But I kinda sorta consider that as natural (my doing chores, I mean). I do get allowance every weekend for it, and I've been cooking forever. Well, almost. I think I started when I was in 9th grade, and so did my brother, who was 7 then. Of course mom helps him. I even like it sometimes; I've learned a lot and I will definitely not be eating take-out food and pizza for all meals when I star living on my own, like most people do at first. I do make a mean cauliflower soup!

I totally forgot to post poem of the week here on Sunday, like I promised, but I've posted it now. It's below the archives links on the grey banner beside the posts. I decided to start with an old one by me. I hope you like it. I promise that I will always post a new poem there every Sunday! (Unless I forget.) I also put the definition of 'grey matter', from Dictionary of English Idioms in the status bar at the bottom of the window. Ah, you've gotta love HTML!

Saying of the day: 'Edo, ut vivam, non vivo, ut edam.' Hurray to those who know what that means!

QotD: "Next time I have a life-altering epiphany, I'm sharing it with another family," Kyle, Judging Amy


Gavin DeGraw
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Sunday, February 20, 2005

I googled my name, and there were some interesting wevsites that came up:
KATRIN Homepage
Katrin
Welcome to KATRINROCKS.COM
Katrin Apel
Katrin Saß
Katrin Erk
Bright Lights Film Journal A Tribute to Katrin Cartlidge
katrin funcke
Die private Webseite von Katrin und Frank
Katrin's Homepage
Katrin-Schwing.de - offizielle Homepage der Mountainbikerin Katrin Schwing mit Neuigkeiten, Erg
-KATRIN SIGURDARDOTTIR-
Autorin Katrin Askan - Neue deutsche Gegenwartsliteratur
Katrin Altpeter
KATRIN GATTINGER
katrin.is - köttar krappið

Google found 2.580.000 websites which include the word Katrin. Probably about 85%, give or take a % or two, are German.
I'm starting to think that my name is extremely common in Germany!
I scrolled down I think 28 pages, and I did not see my blog listed anywhere. But then again, there are 2.579.720 more pages... who knows, maybe my blog is the very last one?
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Amazon is my friend!

I love Amazon.co.uk! (I seem to be loving a lot of things these days...)
I am finally, finally, going to get Gavin DeGraw's album. Even though I Don't Want To Be is such a popular song here, the CD still hasn't come to stores here. Not even the single. It's absurd.
So Bjorgvin agreed to order the CD for me, because he was already going to order some book himself.
And not am I only going to get the original album, Chariot, but also Chariot - Stripped, which is an acoustic version of Chariot. Those two CD in a box set, only for £14.99 (about 1755 isk., or $28.36), which is around 750 isk cheaper than one CD would cost if I bought it here. If it would ever come here, that is.
I am so looking forward to getting those CDs! Although I'm not sure when they will arrive, but it will probably be a few weeks from now.

When browsing amazon.co.uk, I came across a few... interesting books. Like One Tree Hunks: The Unauthorized Biographies of Chad Michael Murray and James Lafferty, The Boys of Summer: The Unauthorized Biographies of Benjamin McKenzie and Adam Brody and Adam Brody: So Adorkable!. If I saw any of these books in a book store, I might take a look inside it, but I would never buy it.
I would just hide between the shelves and read it right there.
Haha. Just kidding.

I'm sure you all know that Harry Potter really isn't almost 16 years old, but is in fact almost 25? I can't remember the whole story, but I know that in some interview(s), Joanne Kathleen Rowling said that Harry James Potter was born on July 31st in 1980. I think it was because she got the idea for the books and/or started working on them in 1991, but true HP-fans no doubt figured it out long before everybody. What was the dead give-away? In HP2, it says that Nearly Headless Nick's death day was on October 31st, 1492. And in that book, Harry was 12, so obviously, he has to have been born in 1980.

But I'm just stating the obvious here.

Bona nox!

QotD: "What's the deal? Your parents don't believe in celebrating the genocide of the American Indian?" Sandy, The O.C.
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"You're a swine!"

I love The Beatles! They rock! Literally!
Sometimes I wish I were a teenaged girl in England in the 1960's, passing out at a Beatles concert just because George Harrison looked over my head! And tossing my 'knickers' up on the stage! (or was that Elvis? Never mind that) Shrieking my head off if I saw a Beatle running to the train station, away from a mob of more shrieking girls, just like me!
Ah, those were good times. I don't care about all that stuff about them being pot-heads, they were perfect just the way they were!
I'm watching A Hard Day's Night, right now.

QotD: Reporter: "Are you a mod, or a rocker?"
Ringo: "Um, no. I'm a mocker." -A Hard Day's Night
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Friday, February 18, 2005

Fun fun fun!

If you have absolutely nothing to do, try this. It's so fun! It's a website where you can see your compatibility with celebrities. It's fun! Especially when you get a score like this, this, or this. You can also see the best five matches. Sure, they aren't all super handsome, especially no. two with 93% but look at no. four, with 92%! Gosh, I wish this were real! But the so-called 'facts' about it sound sort of convincing, but it does say that it's 'Are biorhythms for real? This is up for you to decide! Just like for example horoscopes and numerology some people believe them and some people don't.'
Just like horoscope. And who believes in horoscope? It has never said anything right about me. Except maybe some of the Gemini in general definition:
Basic Profile:
Productive, articulate, intelligent, curious, persuasive, witty, young, clever, cheerful, explorer, smooth, smart, convincing, amusing, gregarious, ingenious, but can be obstinate, can talk too much, tense, cunning, fickle, shallow, inconsistent, superficial, irritating and irritable


Do you know what more of this is true about me?

QotD: "Life sucks, and then you die. And then it still sucks." -George, Dead Like Me
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I heart Jess!

Yes, I heart Jess Mariano! Even though he's really mean and cold to everyone except Rory and seems to be heartless, but he's a softie deep within! We all know that, don't we?
(I'm talking about Gilmore Girls here, for the unfortunate (and dumb) people who don't watch this show)
Hey, did you know that Lorelai's middle name is Victoria? I had no clue. I didn't even think she had a middle name, but then I remembered; everyone in American movies and TV-shows has a middle name, whether it be funny, like Chandler Bing's (I don't have to say what show he's in, do I?) middle name, Muriel, or Lorelai's beautiful one. I've always thought Victoria was a beautiful name, but I think the Icelandic version - Viktoria, (emphasis on the first syllable) is even more beautiful.

So how do you like this new look? I need more feedback! Tell me! But if you don't like it, don't tell me. If you don't, I will automatically assume everyone hates it.
So comment!

I'm off to do something important. Like eat another Sun Lolly.
QotD: "Well the worst that can happen is that I spend some time in your town and suddenly have an urge to enter a pie in the county fair." -Paris, The Gilmore Girls.
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My dream beds! Aren't they beautiful and princess-y?
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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Am I a romantic?





You Are A Romantic Realist


You are more romantic than 40% of the population.






You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.
Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.
And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...
But you'd never admit it to your friends!



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IT'S ALL GREY AREA
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I did it!

Yes, I freaking did it! Not 'it', but IT! I found a great template (don't you think?), took me no time at all to 'make it mine' (compared to how long it took me to configure the other ones that turned out to be quite useless), and it totally fits me! Though there is still some bloody bugger sneaking around the archives and messing them up, so if you feel like reading my early works (haha! it would be so fun if I'd really get a chance to say that-my early works-in the future!), please contain yourself, because they aren't exactly legible...

But pray tell, what do you think of IT'S ALL GREY AREA? That's actually a quote from one of my favorite movies; Saved!.
Well, I'm getting more than a little ZZZZZleeepy, so I'm going to bed.
To bed, at last!
Bona nox.
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Monday, February 14, 2005

God grant me serenity...

Yes, God, please grant me serentity to accept the things that I cannot change!!!
Until then, help me fix this $%&# new template!

Someone may have noticed that between 1 AM and 18:30 PM my blog looked a bit different. Last night I spent at least two hours finding a new template that I actually liked (I had to go through, like, ten pages at blogskins.com until I found a template) and configuring it. I wasn't completely satisfied with it last night, but it was really late, and I decided to finish it today. I spent all lunch break trying to make the font size bigger, and at last it finally, finally, was perfect. When I got home I wanted to change the picture that was the header. I turned on the computer, opened Internet Explorer, and scrolled down my site to see if it was still OK. Abd guess what.

It wasn't.

At the top, the letters and everything was just fine, but from about the middle and down, the letters were all huge and cramped together so the text was illegible. But I didn't have time to fix it then, because I had choir practice. But now, I'm home, and I went to change the HTML of the new template so the letters would get small again. But. It. Did. Not. Work.
I swear, if I didn't have such a sensitive scalp, I would be ripping my hair off in bundles right now.

I now know, having changed my blog template a coupla times, that this is just a part of what a regular, non-HTML-genius-but-not-completely-ignorant-of-how-it-works person like me, goes through when changing and/or messing with a blog template.
So I'm sure it will all straighten itself out before long, and I'll be happy like an apple. (I just made that idiom up. It's cool, isn't it?)
Phew. I've calmed down.
Being the non-HTML-genius-but-not-completely-ignorant-of-how-it-works person that I am, I always save my old template, just in case everything goes whacky. So I've put the old neon one back on until the new one is absolutely perfecto.

Good news: My sister is, as of yesterday, a full-fledged rugrat! She's crawling all over the place, so somebody has always got to keep and eye on her, in case she decided to crawl right in front on someone's feet. As you can imagine, it can turn out disastrous if that someone doesn't notice her, so that someone could easily trip over her.

I'm going to try to fix this new template again, but if it doesn't work, then I'm finding a new skin to mess with.
One Tree Hill tonight!
QotD: "When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us"
-from The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Sunday, February 13, 2005


My 1st grade class (a.k.a. H-1). I'm right in the front, third from left. I should add that from the age of three I insisted on choosing my clothes myself, and I didn't really have a sense of style, so my clothes very often clashed. That day I seem to have chosen a violet knitted sweater and jeans with a floral pattern, though the pattern can't be seen clearly (I know because I remember those jeans). Classy, eh?
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Me at the age of nine.
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My best dresses. The black one in the middle is the one I wore to the Yearly Box Social of The Future of '05, and the dark pink one, fourth from left is the dress I wore on my confirmation day. It was tailor-made just for me!
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My b-e-a-utiful shoes.
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Gosh, advertisers will do anything to get people's attention! (a note to non-Icelanders: 'sex' is Icelandic for the number 6)
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My mom, or a crazy carnivore?
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Saturday, February 12, 2005

The Yearly Box Social of The Future, part 2

Exactly, I'm going to continue with my ever-so-interesting (not?) description of Thursday 02.10 '05.
After dinner at La Primavera it was time to head over to Ling's house for the party before the ball. As I might have mentioned in yesterday's post, it was freeezing then. So Sunneva, Brynja, Brynja's friend and I didn't refuse when our afore-mentioned math teacher offered us a ride to Ling's house. But, unfortunately the neighborhood where Ling lives (the same as where I live, actually) is nothing but one-way streets, and we couldn't find a way to drive there, so we figured we might as well walk the rest of the way. I don't think I've already said how terribly long Laufásvegur is. Well it is. I, wearing basically nothing, was starting to feel like the Little Match Girl, when we finally arrived at Ling's house. It was fun, and there are only four words to describe that party: Drinking games and Singstar.
At about 23:15 pm the taxis arrived to take most of us to Gullhamrar, the building where the ball was held. It's practically in (?) the countryside. I was lucky and got a ride with Vigdís Marianne, whose mom drove us to the ball. The rap band Quarashi was playing there (in Japanese, Quarashi means 'mustard'. I don't think that's what the band was named after, though), but they didn't come until about 1 am. There was some other band playing in another room, a quite good band actually (don't know what it's called) , but I didn't stay in there for long, only peeked when the DJ in the bigger room was playing a bad song. I stayed until the ball was over at 2:30 am, because:
a) It would have cost a lot of money to pay for a taxi back home earlier, instead of taking advantage of the free bus rides back to school that had been arranged, and
b) I haven't had a seizure in more than 14 months, and
c) haven't forgotten to take my meds in a long time, and
d) have been a very good girl and always gone to bed before 2 am, like I'm supposed to (except on New Year's Eve, but that's special).
I haven't had a seizure yet, and I just hope that I won't get one just because I stayed up until 3:15 am once. It would be such a bummer to have to wait another year to start learning how to drive (though I don't plan to before I go to Scotland, because I'd have to learn it again there, what with them driving on the other side of the road there, and all. It's just nicer to know that if I wanted to, I could go to driving school) and be overprotected even longer than I have been already. Although it hasn't been as bad as back in '99, when I had my first (and only, for more than two years) seizure, when I had to have someone looking over my shoulder at all times, for three fecking months. ´

Anyway. Thursday February the 10th was a good day, and a day that I will always remember as my last Yearly Box Social of The Future at MR.

Nighty night!

Oh, and by the way: if you didn't already know, or haven't figured it out: I'm epileptic.

QotD: Anita Miller: FECK YOU!
Elaine Miller: HEY!
Anita Miller: This is a house of lies!
Elaine Miller: Well there it is, your sister used the "F" word.
William Miller: I think she said "feck."
Elaine Miller: What's the difference?
William Miller: The letter "u." - Almost Famous
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Friday, February 11, 2005


The ticket for the ball and this year's gift; a deck of playing cards with the American flag and Framtíðin's logo. As you might have guessed now, the theme was America.
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The Yearly Box Social of The Future

So that event , the Yearly Box Social of The Future, was yesterday. It was a good day.
I woke up at 9:45 am, and barely so. I wouldn't have been able to even lift myself out of bed, if it hadn't been for my stomachs loud gurgling. So I forced myself up, did my morning rituals, grabbed a banana and went to the morning 'party' at Arngunnur's house. I'm not sure why it's called a 'party', because it's really just the class getting together and having gourmet bakery breakfast. Anyway. I don't know if you know this, but Argunnur and I were pretty close friends once. In 3rd grade of elementary school. We were going to found a publishing- and advertising company. Right then. When we were eight. We even made a few forms for customers to fill out, bought pens and paper and planned to build a little hut for office in her backyard. I can't remember why it didn't work out, but it was most probably because we were only eight. Hehe. Anyway. It's funny, even though I've gone to school with Arngunnur for 11 1/2 years, 6 of those in the same class, it's still, like, at least 7 years since the last time I came over to her house. Funny.
Well, moving on.
At that morning 'party' we all had delicious bakery foods; bread, buns, Danish pastries, donuts, etc, from the bakery in Mosfellsbær, (a.k.a. countryside... heehee) which some claim is the best bakery in the country. Those people have obviously never tasted a bun from the Old Bakery in Ísafjörður. I didn't mention that. But the breakfast was still really good.
I left the 'party' at about 13:45 pm, to be nice to my mom and let her go to the library, where she has a tiny office, and get a little work done, while I babysitted for Sigrún Ugla and watched the first half of Ben Hur. Why did I only watch the first half, you ask? Because it's reaaally long. Not Lord of the Rings long. It's more like the time it takes you to read Harry Potter for the twentieth time. 212 minutes. Three and a half freaking hours! I watched the second half today. It was an OK film.
Anyway. After having taken a shower, I started getting ready for the evening at about 17:30 pm, an hour before I was supposed to be at the restaurant; La Primavera. When I was all ready, I decided to be the stupidest person since Dumb & Dumber got good reviews. I put on my thinnest (?) blazer. And it was at least 0°C outside. But I thought it was too fancy an occasion to wear my thick eiderdown parka that I got back in February of 2000. It's such a fancy restaurant that there's a dress code: jeans and/or no tie=no service! Yet again: Anyway. La Primavera is supposed to be one of the best reastaurants here. The food there, at least, was veeery good. Not to mention expensive. Only the entré cost 1810 isk. But thanks to Rósa Birna, we got a really good deal; only 3000 isk for a three course dinner plus soda. I was the fourth one to arrive at the restaurant, and I came at 18:25 pm, which was almost the exact time we were supposed to come. It wasn't until about 19:00 pm that everybody was there. We sat at two long tables, but at the end of one of them there was a round one, which I sat at. It also happened to be the same table that our math teacher (yes, he's a blogger!) sat at (we invited him to have dinner with us; some classes do that-invite one of their teachers to dine with them). He happens to be a nice guy, when he's not talking about intervals and functions.
Well, I think this is getting way too long. I've got Jim Carrey and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind waiting for me, so I'll just call it a day for now, and write about the rest of the day of The Yearly Box Social of the Future tomorrow.

QotD: "You forgot? You forgot a suicide letter?" –Marcus, About a Boy
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Monday, February 07, 2005


You two! What are you trying to do, keep me away from studying? Is that your sole purpose in life-to distract me from my homework? Well, you're doing a good job, I'll give you that!
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The world's smallest violin playing the world's saddest song, just for me!
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Yawn! Now my little angel has fallen asleep over all that boring algebra!
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Sunday, February 06, 2005

Jeez, when you're supposed to be studying for an algebra quiz that's first period the next morning, there's a helluva lot of other things you find yourself doing or wanting to do. I know, I know; non scholae, sed vitae, but come on, I intend to stay miles away from any career that involves algebra, so why the hell do I need to learn permutations, intervals, prisms, graphs, functions, etc etc etc??????? I know how to add and subtract, multiply and divide, calculate %s, and I'm thinking that's about enough.
I've had it up to here with algebra, and there's only one thing I have to say to it:

Bite me!
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Am I a nerd?

No, apparently not:
I am nerdier than 7% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!
But I don't despise nerds, as it says on that picture. I don't despise anyone, except maybe that short elf-like guy with the annoyingly "raspy" voice that thinks he's so funny but isn't, and sometimes does stupid stuff on the Tonight Show woth Jaaaaay Leno. I think his name's Gilbert Gottfried.

QotD: "One should always eat muffins calmly. It is the only way," -Algernon, The Importance of Being Earnest
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Friday, February 04, 2005


Wanna see what I can do?
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...I can clap my hands!
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Grandmothers and Owls

So I finished my essay on Wednesday evening, with a little help from my beloved mother. Okay. A lot of help. Anyway, it's 787 words. I could add one sentence, maybe two short ones, but I think 787 words are enough for an essay that's supposed to be at least 500 words and 800 tops.
Now, you might be a little perplexed by the title of this post. Well, it's the title of my essay. Actually, it's Ömmur og Uglur, which translates directly to Grandmothers and Owls. As many of you might know, my baby sister's name is Sigrún Ugla, and ugla is Icelandic for owl. My grandmothers and my sister are among what I talk about in this essay, hence the title. Plus it alliterates, which, according to my mother, is good for, say, essay titles.
I better get a good grade for this essay!!!

So. Enough of my boring speech about my schoolwork. I have something so much more interesting to talk about:
I just watched a Disney movie on TV, featuring Mischa Barton. I assume everybody knows who she is, but just in case there's someone who doesn't (how's that possible?); she plays Marissa on The O.C., only one of the best shows on TV now. When it started in the autumn of 2003, people described it as the "new Beverly Hills 90210". I never watched that soap, so I don't know if that's ture.
But I digress.
So this Disney movie wasn't great; it was really corny, and sensitive souls might even have reached for a handkerchief the last few minutes. But it wasn't horrible either. Jared Padalecki was also in that movie, and the guy he played was kind of mean. Not really mean, but rather jealous, and not so cool about it. Poor guy. But it was strange seeing him in that kind of role, on Gilmore Girls he was always the nicest and sweetest guy ever.
Hey, cool. I was just looking at the cast list of Gilmore Girls on imdb.com, and Lorelai's middle name is Victoria! I never knew that!
Anyways, you must go back to whatever you were doing before you decided to waste your precious time on reading this exceptionally boring blog post of mine. Look at the picture above this post, it will turn your frown upside down!

QotD: "If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught adn shot now," -Zaphod Beeblebrox, The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy

p.s. I finished The Da Vinci Code yesterday. So glad to be finally done with it. Now I've started reading Meg Cabot's latest book: Every Boy's Got One. And no, the "one" is not what you're thinking :)) I'm already on page 134.
Oh, and by the way: I added more pictures to the Christmas album.
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

My name is...

I'm trying to finish the Icelandic essay I'm writing about names in general, and common names in my family. It's supposed to be at least 500 words, and tops 800. I'm up to 777 words, and still have to finish the prolouge and last words.

As my mother has told me ever since I started writing essays for school: Shortening is an artform.
And I'm not sure if I'm really good at that. Good thing mom's a writer; she can always proof read it for me and help me shorten. Thanks to her (and me of course) I always got A's and 10's for essays in 9th-10th grade (that's when I first had to do it), but since I started MR, I've only got 8's, although I did get an A for my history presentation about Pompeii last year, and for the one I did about Brynjólfur Sveinsson last semester. *BragBragBrag*

QotD: "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." -Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride


p.s. Meg Cabot's (my favorite author) 38th birthday is today!
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I want that!!!
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See the eyes! GORGEOUS!
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