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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Conspiracy... grrrrrr!
The earphones I use for my little pocket radio are the kind that you stick in your ear. Yesterday yet another sign of the music conspiracy against me appeared. One of the little thingies that you stick in your ear (the right one-the one that goes in the right ear, i.e.) broke down somehow. So now I only have one working earphone. And even though I turn the volume up as high as possible, it's still just like a quiet humming in my ear. It's so bugging. And what's more bugging, is that when I turn my head in some direction (varies from the place where I'm working, to another) the right earphone (not the left one, that is) suddenly works, but only for a split second. So a few times, I can actually hear a little part of some song, which, only to bug me even more, is usually one that I like. But then I have to turn my head again, and so I only hear the rest of the song as a little whisper in my left ear.
Bummer T. Jones the third.
Björgvin is going to take a look at the earphones tomorrow to see if he can fix them, or else I'm gonna have to buy new ones.
I'm probably going to have to work overtime tomorrow. I was supposed to today, but the supervised cancelled it, because of some football game, I heard through the grapevine. Thankfully, there isn't supposed to be overtime on Thursday or Friday. You cannot believe how relieved I was today when I saw that the time had been changed on the whiteboard where the schedule for the week is written. I was just one big smile.
Have you ever had this weird feeling when your skin hurts? I had it yesterday, and I couldn't imagine what caused it, but I managed to narrow down the possibilities to two: My extreme tiredness from having to stand all day (I was, for a change-no really-working by the redfish machine, instead of cutting saithe, like I've been doing most of the time, and there I can sit-although just on a little stool with no back), or the exfoliating Bajic Spa from The Body Shop that I had used after my daily after-work-get-rid-of-fish-stinkyness-shower. I think it might be the latter. Man, exfoliating hurts! I haven't used that Bajic Spa often, mostly because of lack of time. But yesterday I had more than enough time, and also it smells good.
I was watching Everwood tonight. Not one of my favourite programmes ((I'm trying to switch to British vocabulary and spelling, the latter is going a little better)), but I always watch it. I thikn I might be starting to like it. Treat Williams is really a cool guy. The first time I saw Everwood, I had no idea who he was, and he kinda annoyed me, but then I saw Hair, and I suddenly had this newfound respect for him. Hair is extremely cool, and Treat Williams, in case you didn't know, played Berger in the 1979 movie (or musical, actuanklly). That was a good one. The soundtrack especially. I'm listening to it right now.Everybody has heard the classic 70's song Aquarius, but I must give you an example of the other amazing, good and cool songs. Air, Frank Mills, Hair and The Flesh Failures/Let the Sun Shine In are among my favourites (there are 27 songs on the CD). Here's a bit from Air:
Welcome! Sulphur dioxide
Hello! Carbon monoxide
The air, the air is everywhere
Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep!
Bless you, alcohol bloodstream
Save me, nicotine lung-steam
Incense, incense is in the air
Breathe deep, while you sleep, Breathe deep!
Cat-o-clysmic ectoplasm
Fallout, atomic orgasm
Vapor and fume
At the stone of my tomb
Breathing like a sullen perfume
Eating at the stone of my tomb.
And a bit from Frank Mills... oh what the hell, I'll just give you the whole lyrics:
I met a boy named Frank Mills
on September twelfth right here
In front of the Waverly
But unfortunately; I lost his address
He was last seen with his friend
A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles
But he wears his hair
Tied in a small bow at the back
I love him, but it embarrasses me
To walk down the street with him;
He lives in Brooklyn...somewhere...
and wears this white crash helmet.
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
and on the back are written the names
Mary... and Mom... and Hell's Angels.
I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him,tell him
I'm in the park with my girlfriend... and please
Tell him Angela and I,
don't want the two dollars back; Just him!
Frank Mills is actually not in the movie, but it's still on the soundtrack. And boy am I glad, because it's an awesome song. So beautiful.
Anyways. I'm thinking of starting a countdown until I move. So everytime I post, I'll give you an update on how many days are until I MOVE TO EDINBURGH!!!!!!!!!
Today it's 37 days until I move, and 52 days until I start JGHS.
QotD: "Life is pain, your highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something." Wesley, The Princess Bride |
Saturday, June 25, 2005
I got in!!!!!!!!!
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Friday, June 24, 2005
The sell-out
I was going to sell out today, or sometime soon at least, and buy the 'All About You' single. The song is played waaaay too seldom on the radio anymore, which I listen to the entire effing working day. And while some horrrrid songs, like that Missy Elliot feat. Ciara song is played, averagely, about 7 times a day (all last week and up until yesterday, I was working 11 hours, so you see why I'm sick of this song), 'All About You' is only played, like, twice a day. While I'm at work, at least. I'm actually starting to think there's some conspiracy going on, that the radio is plotting to get rid of all the few songs that I love, including the above-mentioned, 'Chariot' and 'I Don't Want to Be' by Gavin DeGraw, and 'Bend & Break' by Keane, and occasionally some older songs that I quite like. As a matter of fact, I was pleasantly surprised today when I heard No Doubt's wonderful song 'Don't Speak' on the radio. Of course I turned the volume up as loud as I could.
But I digress.
Why do I say "sell-out"? Because I pride myself of not being a psycho fan of mainstream pop music. And here I am, wanting to actually buy a CD containing mainstream pop music. But it's a single, so that makes it a little better. I'm not a complete phony. Not to mention that the song is simply too good, that I just cannot accept only getting to hear it twice a day, which is why I want to own it.
But it seems like I won't be selling out anytime soon. Instead of frantically searching the entire record store, like I did every week when I was waiting for Gavin DeGraw's CD to come to Iceland (that was in January, and it came here just last week, think. Thank god for Amazon.co.uk), I checked on the internet if they had that single at the recird store. Turns out that all they have of McFly's music is their only album so far. Not the 'All About You' single. I am so bummed. If I'm still loving this song when I get to Edinburgh (39 days!!!), which I hope, I can buy it there.
But I think it's a damn shame that there's such a small variety of music that can be found here.
A damn shame.
Anyway, until I move, I will just be a secret-sell-out.
But today wasn't all bumming; according to the schedule on the whiteboard at work, we were supposed to work overtime, until 19:00 instead of 16:10, today, but whoa, when I was going to lunch, I noticed that there was a change on the whiteboard; there was no overtime today!!!! YAAAAAAAYYYYY! It was really awesome, even though there's a lot of money involved and I was getting used to working 11 hours a day owing to the fact that the two and a half weeks that I've been working in the fish factory, there have been more overtime workdays than regular; I was extremely relieved. It really can be tiring to get home from work at 19:25, only to go take a shower straight away (there's no way I could NOT take a shower after work) and then have dinner, and be in bed at eight o'clock, just because your feet are too weak to hold you up.
Well, after having rejoiced after work, I was spickedy-span clean at five o'clock, and I took a little walk downtown (not far away - I basically live downtown) and bought yet another T-shirt - I think I've bought 4 just this month). I loooove this T-shirt; it's a Beatles T-shirt, with a picture of the cover of the A Hard day's Night soundtrack on it, and on the back too, only a little different. It's so awesome that I found this T-shirt, because A Hard Day's Night is one of my all-time favourite movies.
YYAAAAAAAAYYYYY!
Gosh, it's LATE. But there's NO OVERTIME TOMORROW!
Nightynight.
QotD: "Is it too much to ask to eat my eggs in peace? Just let the little man hold the gun." -Daisy, Dead Like Me |
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Credo in unum Deum
I finally, FINALLY finished creating an online album with most of the pictures that I took in Denmark.
Enjoy.
QotD: Hilary Faye: "Now where are you going?"
Cassandra: "You can tacky up prom on your own. I quit." -Saved! |
Monday, June 20, 2005
Pink
I just want to wish my fellow Icelandic womyn a happy June 19th - today it's 90 years since we were granted the right to vote!
Yay for us!
I got a pink feminist t-shirt today. It's only too cool.
Dear God, I am a person in need. Please help me in my time of need and grant my wishes. These are the top 10 things that I am in the most dire need of:
Item 1.
Item 2.
Item 3.
Item 4.
Item 5.
Item 6.
Item 7.
Item 8.
Item 9.
Item 10.
I repeat: I am in dire need of those things!
QotD: "Hate to break it to you, oh Impotent One, but you’re not the 'Big Bad' anymore. You're not even the 'Kinda Naughty.' You're nothing but a waste of space. My space." –Xander, BtVS |
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Cute!
This song is so cute! Adorable, even! I know, 'cute' and 'adorable' are not words that are often used to describe songs, but in this case they are the only ones that fit.
'Cute' can also be used to describe some of the bandmembers, particularly him.
I wouldn't call myself a boy-band fan, but I certainly do not change the radio station if this song comes on. I turn the volume up as loud as I can without bursting my eardrums. Or my neighbours'. If I'm home alone, I might sing along.
Sshh, don't tell.
QotD: Anakin: "We lost something."
Obi-Wan: "Not to worry, we're still flying half a ship!" -Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith |
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Jesse what?
I have to talk about YET another Jesse. This one I do not love. I don't hate hime either; how can I, since I've never even met the guy. You see, this Jesse is actually real.
You soap opera-lovers might recognize him as the guy who plays Bradin on Summerland. I watched the first couple of episodes back when we had Stod 2, but I didn't like it much. And Bradin's (Jesse) hair relly bugged me. And his entire character, in fact. But that's not what I was going to talk about.
Jesse McCartney, which is his full name, is also a "musician" (I suppose many of you already know that). I use quotation marks because I don't think he's that good. This one song of his that's really popular right now, Beautiful Soul, is just plain stupid. The basic message is: he doesn't want a "pretty face" but some other girl who apparently has a "beutiful soul." I guess that "pretty face" is another term for "bimbo," but it sure does sound stupid. The boy wants a girl who DOESN'T have a pretty face? (Although the girl in the video sure does have what most boys would consider pretty.) I suppose that's OK, but come on; what girl wouldn't fall for a guy who tells her she doesn't have a pretty face?
Well, I for one would not. Wether or not I have a pretty face, that's completely beside the point; I would so not appreciate to be told that I don't, especially by a boy who would be courting me.
That Jesse McCartney needs to get a clue.
This week I have worked exactly 33 hours and 15 minutes. In three days. From 7:55-19:00, every day. Usually, we only work until 16:05, but this week there's a lot of fish, and also there's no work on Friday, so we have to work overtime ALL week. At first I didn't think I could survive 11 hours cutting fish, but then I thought about the extra money and how I could use it, it became easier. The overtime wages per hour is a little over 1000 isk. So these four days, I will earn more than 12000 isk more than I would if I'd only work until 4 PM. Plus, I have a little "pocket" radio, so I can listen to music or the news or whatever, and not just the noise all the machines in the huge factory halls make. The time passes quicker that way. Although I really truly do not appreciate that the people on the radio (what are they called? I forgot) keep talking about the amazing weather (sunny, blue sky, heat between 15°C-20°C. And there I am, working in a windowless factory all day. When I get home, I barely have the energy to take a shower and eat supper. Then I just collapse on my bed and read or watch TV. Last night I was going to read between 9 PM and 10, and then watch a show that started at 10, but I accidentally fell asleep and woke up at 22:30. I guess it's not really a bad thing, I mean, I need the sleep.
Which reminds me: I have decided to go to bed before midnight. It's 23:04 now, so I should really turn off the computer now. I really should. Really.
Gute Nacth, meine Leute!
QotD: "I wanna be young and silly," -George, Dead Like Me
(I can so relate to that quote.) |
Friday, June 10, 2005
La-Z-Girl
I'm lazy. Lazy and tired.
I got back home from Denmark on Monday/Sunday; the plane landed at around 0:20 AM local time. I was home and fairly comfortable in my bed at around 2 AM, but I was still on Denmark time, so for me it was around 4 AM. That's the longest I've stayed up since I got diagnosed with epilepsy, with the exception of New Year's Eve. On Sunday, I woke up at 8 o'clock to go to breakfast at the hostel we were staying at. So I was awake for 20 hours straight. No wonder I slept until 2 PM on Monday. And Bjorgvin, who is at home all day now since he's on vacation, while mom's at the library where she's got an office, writing - didn't even have the nerve to wake me up at noon. But at least I had a good night's - and day's - sleep.
The trip to Denmark was great. I walked Stroget (the main shopping street) three times, but I only bought a tee shirt, a zip-up sweatshirt and three pairs of socks. I think I was one of those who bought the least. Many were buying clothes and stuff for even up to 20.000 isk, and some more. I'm very picky, and I didn't see much that I liked.
We flew to Copenhagen on Wednesday, and on Thursday we went to Sweden - in a two-storey bus. It was an experience. Very calming, for some reason. I always find long rides in buses calming, especially if I have a good book with me. When we went to Sweden I read Dead Until Dark, by Charlaine Harris. Awesome book (I wouldn't say no to having a vampire for a boyfriend - apparently they're very good... well, you get the drift). Anyway. In Sweden we sung in the incredibly beautiful cathedral in Lund. Before we sang there, at a noon mass, we sung a few Icelandic songs, less church-y songs, that is. It was very fun, singing for the bypassers. We did that a lot, when we were all going somewhere together; just sing some good songs while walking to one or other place. It was fun seeing people look both surprised, some impressed, when a large group of kids walked by them singing, as if that were just "daily bread" for us.
Other places where we sang were a retirement home, the City Museum, where we held a whole concert for the guests at the museum, which were very few and only two stayed the whole time. There were a couple of other people who stopped for a few songs, before going. On Sunday we sang in mass at Marmorkirken - the Marble Church - which is the church that the queen, and the other royals, sometimes attend. After all, it's just one street away from the queens resience, Amalienborg slot. But even though Sunday was Demark's independence day, Her Highness Margrethe Torhild didn't show up for mass (probably because smoking isn't allowed in churches - everyone knows that the queen smokes like a chimney) as we had hoped. We are the only Icelandic choir that has gotten the honour of singing in Marmorkirken, and how great would it have been if the queen had heard us?!?
As if a sort of a compensation for us for not seeing the queen, a few of us saw Prince Joachim! We were outside one building of Amalienborg (it consists of four buildings, arranged in a circle), taking pictures of each other next to the guard that was "guarding" one of the doors, when we suddenly heard a car honking behind us. We turned around and saw a red SUV, which apparently had to get past us to go through some gate; one of the doors slid open for the SUV (which explains why there were no door handles on them, which I had just been wondering about), and it droce through them, I suppose to some sort of a "royal parking lot." It wasn't until a couple of seconds later that we realized that the driver of the red SUV had actually been Prince Joachim of Denmark! Of course, seeing Frederik or even his wife Mary Donaldson would have been much more exciting, but we were pretty psyched about this. And rightfully so; Iceland being a republic, there aren't any royals here. Although only a couple of weeks ago I saw the president coming out of the hair salon on the corner of my street. That was cool. His car was a very nice, black car, I don't know what brand, but it was sort of like a short limousine, the type of car that most of the officials in Iceland drive, but this one had only the number 2 on its licence plate. The president has two cars - no. 1 and 2, maybe a third, too, but I don't know that. I think that's the prime minister's car.
But I digress.
I started work on Tuesday - back to the good ol' fish factory. It's no less boring than last summer, but I have my little radio, so it's bearable for these 8 hours. And the fact that two songs by Gavin DeGraw, and a couple by Keane too, are regularly played on the radio, makes it even easier. Today, when Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl was played, I sort of started singing along (quietly, only moving my lips) and moving my head, but only for a couple of seconds before I realized that if any of my co-workers noticed it, they would probably think I was nuts. Though I almost always sang along quietly when Chariot and Bend & Break were played, but I controlled my need to stand up and dance around. Hehe.
Anyways. It's late and I have to get up early, but I felt obliged to write a "little" blog entry since I haven't posted since before I went to Denmark. Hope you enjoyed it - I was almost too lazy to get out of my comfortable bed after watching Desperate Housewives, to go on the computer and write this.
Well then, goodnight!
QotD: "Some days you're the dog, and some days you're the hydrant." -Stella, CSI:NY |
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