::The Yellow Book::

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name: Katrin
age: 21
location: Reykjavík, Iceland
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Monday, February 27, 2006

Hug-a-hug-a-hug

There's this one good TV advert for Batchelor's Cup-a-Soup (click on this link and then the TV Advert link to watch it) that shows a group of 'soccer moms' outside in the cold watching a match having a cup of warm Cup-a-Soup. While they're drinking, a small airplane is flying above them, and then three or four sets of teddy bear-furry arms (see picture) with parachutes jump out of it, and land on the shoulders of the women having a Cup-a-Soup (see picture again). I would totally love to be hugged by this thing. It looks so warm and comfy!

I am turning into a big fan of American Idol. Meaning I take care not to miss it on Sundays (I feel ashamed to say that I do not regret spending most of today watching it, even though I have a German prelim tomorrow. It's not until 13:45, so I've got plenty of time to study before anyway.) and already have favourites - although I have a hard time deciding which one I like best. Obviously all the contestants in the final 24 have really great voices, but my favourites are Ayla, Katharine, Mandisa, Taylor, Chris, David, Will, Kevin, Ace, and despite his ever-present big, annoying smile and all his arrogance, I also like Gedeon; his voice is awesome. Funny thing about Gedeon, and also David; they're actually 17 years old, but they so do not seem it (in Gedeon's case it must be the moustache). David's voice just sounds like he's at least ten years older. Or twenty.
SPOILER WARNING: if you're watching American Idol and are behind, then do not read the next bit!!!! If not, then highlight the next line:
Stevie Scott was also a favourite for a while, but then... well, at least she made it to the top 24!
SPOILER DONE
I mostly like Ayla for her name (voice aside); the main character in one of my favourite book series, Earth's Children by Jean M. Auel, is named Ayla. I assume it's a made-up name, which I believe became really popular after the books' publishing. The first one was published in 1980, so it's a good possibility that her parents (probably more her mother) are fans and named her after Ayla of the Clan of the Cave Bear/the Mamuti/the Zelandonii.
Katharine I obviously favour because she's sort of my namesake, but also because she does have a great voice and has been trained by her mother who is a singing teacher. And she just seems like a very admirable girl.
Mandisa is just plain cool. She managed to make Simon apologise to her for making fun of her after she left the audition room (he said something like "Can we get a bigger stage"), by "forgiving him" first! That was just cool. She's also got a really strong voice. She kind of reminds me of Toccara from America's Next Top Model cycle 3 (or was it 2?).
Taylor Hicks is just awesome. He's got something about him, although he's completely grey-haired at the age of 29. He's kind of eccentric, in a likeable way. It was so neat when he walked into the large hall where the contestants were told whether they'd made it to the top 24 or not, playing the harmonica. Somehow he reminds me of the show Ally McBeal, probably because of the eccentricity.
Ace Young is also cool. Goosebump-giving voice. Heartthorb looks. Paula said that all her female friends and even some guy friends would be voting for him because of his eyes. They really are dazzling. Ryan Seacrest said when he was talking to Ace, that he felt kind of "plain" sitting next to him. Apparently, he has already been betted on to win. His odds are 7-2.
Kevin is just adorable. He's only 16 and totally looks it; Paula even said she just wanted to "squish him". He does look a bit like he could be squished. This reminded me of Dory and "her squishy" in Finding Nemo: Dory: I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my squishy Come on, squishy Come on, little squishy. (it stings her) Ow. Bad squishy, bad squishy." It was so cute when Kevin had performed in the 24 semifinals and he got off stage and all the girl contestants pinched his cheeks because Paula/Ryan said they should.
Chris has got an incredible voice, well suited for rock; his style reminded me a bit of Creed, but the judges said he was more of a Bon Jovi. And he is red hooooooot. Like a smaller yet buff and cuter Vin Diesel.
But although they aren't my personal favourites, I am willing to bet big bucks that Lisa and Paris will make it far, if not to the finals. Even though Paris is only 17, the judges agree that she's totally like a professional and is just a great performer.
Reading the profiles of the contestants, I see that quite many of them pray before performing and plan on thanking God or Jesus Christ first if they win. This just goes to show how very pious Americans are in general. After all, the country was founded by Christians (Protestants or Quakers, if I remember correctly. Please correct me if I'm wrong.) who fled Britain in order to be able to practice their religion as they wished. However, after seeing documentaries, movies and reading about it on the internet, the intensity of those evangelists sort of freak me out. Living their life for Jesus only, interpreting the Bible literally (and reading it religiously. Hee, pun!), with all of its prohibitions and "immorality" messages.
I will say no more.

Well, a good night's sleep is what I need now. G'night!

QotD: Anya (talking about Thanksgiving): "Well, I think that's a shame. I love a ritual sacrifice."
Buffy: "Not really a one of those."
Anya: "To commemorate a past event you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice. With pie." -Buffy the Vampire Slayer


p.s. I need sugar! candy! Sweets! It's so like me to stuff myself with wine gums for days, and then have nothing when I really really need them. Period munchies, you see. Although, according to Always, chocolate is really good for this. I want chocolate!!!!!!!
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 00:29:-

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Dobbing

As I have written before, I watch Neighbours every day. For those of you who have lived under a rock for the past twenty years (or are American), Neighbours is an Australian soap opera, about the people living in Ramsay Street in Erinsborough, which is a made up suburb of Melbourne. It is the only soap worth watching. In my opinion. Although, I have never bothered to watch any of the gazillion soaps that are shown here (EastEnders, Doctors, Coronation Street, Hollyoaks, Home and Away etc.), most on BBC1, but I am pretty sure none are as "good" as Neighbours. As good as soap operas can get, that is. Obviously they're not exactly "quality TV", but they can be entertaining. Especially this particular one.
Anyways. A few weeks ago I wrote about Aussie words I had learned from Neighbours, and now I want to add one: the verb to dob. Apparently it means to tell on sb; say, you accidentally see a person do sth wrong, or you know about sth that they did wrong, and you tell the police or whom ever the offence was against, you are dobbing on that person. Bree, that adorable little girl, dumped Zeke because he dobbed on his sister Rachel, who is also Bree's best friend. She sneaked out to see a boy her father had forbidden her to see, and Zeke, who has the extraordinary weakness of not being able to lie to his dad, no doubt due to his being homeschooled until he was 12/13, told their father about it. Another dobbing in Neighbours was that Dylan dobbed on Roo to the police that he had been involved in some crime/fire or whatever it was that happened to either Scarlet Bar or Lou's Bar, before I got here.

Two prelims done; English and History. They went all right. Not great, not great at all, but all right. I'm pretty sure I'll pass, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I thought we had two hours to write the two History essays, but I misread the paper where it said how much time we got; I thought it said 3.45 instead of 3.05. So we got about 80 minutes to write two essays, as opposed to 90 minutes we got to write two English essays yesterday. Both times did my second essay not go so well. I got about one page finished of the poetry critical essay (which I think is good because I had no idea how to write it, as the teacher had a cover class in the period on Monday when we usually have English and I expected him to be there, so I didn't get any help.) and about a paragraph and a half, including intro, done of the second History essay ("Was Bismarck's success in unifying Germany chiefly due to the errors of others?"). Darn, I'm not even sure if I want to know what grade I'll get. But hey, like I heard more than once or twice on Monday when I went to the school library to study (it's really hard for me to study at home; I always get distracted); they're just prelims, they don't mean anything. It's the coursework that's more important, and so far my History coursework has been all right, and I did pass my English personal study NAB. I feel relieved that I've only got two prelims left; German and Media Studies (although the German prelim is in two parts; reading on Monday and listening/writing on Tuesday. But German's the piece of cake).

Oh, I am so looking forward to Saturday! The Icelanders' Society in Scotland, Isskot, is having this party, or as it is called in Icelandic: Thorrablot. There's no English word for it, obviously, but it's a sort of a midwinter festival often held in Iceland by groups, societies, schools and workplaces, and authentic Icelandic food is served (including the Icelandic version of haggis: slatur, and sheep's heads: svid, and shark, shep's testicles etc etc, and apparently the Icelandic embassy will be providing brennivin - alcohol beverage nicknamed "black death". I've never tasted that myself, but I intend to do so on Saturday. Mom told me that she first tasted it when she was 16, but she was a party girl. So to speak. She started college when she was 15 because she was a year ahead, and she hung our with her older brother's friends, who had this club called the vodka club - or was it whisky? I forget - because of course vodka/whisky was the only cool beverage to drink.)
This is an explanation of what Thorrablot is from this website.

Thorrablot (Þorrablót) is a traditional viking festival, which is celebrated in Iceland at the end of January. Thorrablot was orignally a sacrifical feast
dedicated to Thor and it began the ancient Thorri-month. When Iceland was converted to christianity, Thorrablot was forbibben. The celebration of Thorrablot was revived in the 19th century.
The idea of the revived Thorrablot is to bring people together during the cold winter months and it is celebrated by eating and drinking. The festive foods are quite extraordinary and include "rotten" or fermented shark, hrutspungar (ox testicles), svid (lamb's head) and blódmör (blod-pudding boiled in
lamb-stomachs). Some of the less extreme foods include whale steaks, seal fins, lundabaggar (meat-rolls made of lambs-meat), hardfiskur (dried fish,
eaten with butter) and lifrarpylsa (pudding made out of lambs-liver). With the food people drink beer and brennivin, Icelandic alcohol nicknamed "black
death".

Well, time to go to bed. Got to wake up early tomorrow to watch sitcom morning on Channel 4 and then study.

QotD: Giles: "Of course! It makes sense now."

Buffy: "Yeah, it's all falling into place. Of course that place is nowhere near this place." -BtVS

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Sunday, February 19, 2006

Killing me softly

I just finished writing a long blog post, at least 500-600 words, but then suddenly to my annoyance, the "create post" etc. page froze and didn't allow me touch it. So buh-bye to my rant. Which took more than an hour to write, by the way. Although, I realize now that the whole post would have been incomprehensible to anyone but me anyway, so good riddance. I will, however, try to sum up the main points.
The prelims (exams) start nthis week; my first is English, on Tuesday. I have had more than a week to revise for the prelims, but being the sloth that I had (I can so give Sid from Ice Age a run for his money) I had a hard time. But thinking of what I have managed to do, I can now safely say that never before have I been more unsure of my English abilities. Oh, the language itself I'm cool with. You can see that from the fact that I'm sitting here writing in it. It's the subject that I'm worried about. The English prelim has knocked Media Studies out of its place as the one I'm most nervous for. I'm even thinking History will go better than English. And that? Yeah, two essays in two hours. Same with Media Studies. But English is worse; two essays in 90 minutes.

These prelims (especially English) are to me what Simon Cowell is to the thousands of innocent souls who dared to audition for American Idol (and Pop Idol and The X Factor), looming over me, crushing my spirit while making a mockery of my humble attempts to get through to the next round (or term...), and like the poor wannabes who went to the audition did it because somebody told them they could, I am doing this because somebody told me I could. *Shudder*
Paula, are you on my side?
Randy, am I the dawg?

Enough of the rant. I think you get the gist.

If my dream of living in a Manhattan penthouse - big or small - in the future won't be realized, I'll be willing to settle for just a large walk-in closet for my clothes. I'll cover the floor with big and fluffy pillows and stuff to make it cozy, and then I can curl up there, in the comfort of my dresses etc, and chill out after a hard day. Or an easy day. Either one. This will be my sloth den.

Anywayz. I'm watching the BAFTAs at the moment. I haven't seen most of the films nominated (only The Chronicles of Narnia and Pride & Prejudice, which I loved by the way – made me appreciate the book so much more, and I will read it again as soon as I'm done with the long list of books I have – eh, want – to read), which is a shame, so I don’t feel I can judge whether the people who are winning deserve their awards more than the other nominees, so I've decided to just agree with the Academy, especially when Pride & Prejudice is nominated and wins.

Speaking of films. Last night I watched a French film with the family called Tatie Danielle, or Auntie Danielle, about an old woman, a really really mean and nasty old bat. I'd recommend it to everybody who likes films with an evil, nasty hilarious tone. I personally love French films in general. Les Choristes and Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulain are among my all time favourite films. Anyway.. After I had finished watching the CSI: NY episode I had taped (love that show: smart, intersting, gross, and sometimes funny) at about midnight, I just had to watch Saved! once again. Looove that movie. I don't know how many times I've seen it, but it only gets better every time. It always leaves me with a wide smile on my face. And during, too. I vaguely recall recommending it to you, my dear readers, before, but so far I've only heard of one reader actually following my advice. Not regretting it. To all you other people I say: watch it!

Anyways. Good night
QotD: Buffy: "I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here."
Oz: "But you're not a rat, so call it an upside." - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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Friday, February 17, 2006

Komma

Guess whose kitten this is. Or was.
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Monday, February 13, 2006

So much to write

Practically every day I get a small idea for something to write a blog post about, or to include in one. So I write a few words in my student planner, to remind myself of it. But I almost always forget. Now I am going to try and get some of those things over with. Please enjoy my jumble of words.
1. I've always said that I've learnt English mostly from television and books. This is true. From school I learnt mostly about difference between British and American English (which I have since then always noticed and taken care separating those two. Not always successfully, though.), some grammar stuff, and all kinds of jargon that I probably won't have to use very often. Where were words like "oxymoron", "juxtaposition" and "onomatopoeia"? Anyways. There are some words that I remember exactly where I learnt. For example:
Superb: This word I heard first from the renown TV-chef Jamie Oliver on his first cooking show, "The Naked Chef".
Retrospective: Elyse, second runner-up on America's Next Top Model, the first cycle, used this word when she was talking about her and Adrianne (winner of the 1st cycle) getting lost in Paris when they were trying to find Jim Morrison's grave. I have used this word exactly once, in a history essay (for which I got an A, by the way. But I do not think I owe that to my use of the word retrospective).
Ambiguous: Dear old Buffy taught me this word when she experienced her second earthquake, which unsettled her a bit since she died the first time she experienced one. She then said to Giles, who was pretty calm about it: "Oh, good. 'Cause I'd hate for my sudden death concern to be ambiguous!"
Archive (-ing): I also have Buffy the Vampire Slayer to thank for that word, and what is more; how to pronounce it. Actually, it was Willow who said it that particular time. Giles had asked her to scan his whole collection of cult books etc (the stuff they always buried themselves in when looking up demons and spells) on her computer, because he was planning on leaving (although he ended up not going; this was in the beginning of the fifth season). Willow said to him: "But doesn't Winter seem more like archiving-season?"
Ambiguity: Pastor Skip from my favourite movie Saved! taught me how to pronounce this word when he said: "There is no room for moral ambiguity!"

2. You know how in Icelandic we often say "half seven" and mean half past six o'clock? Well, using "half-" is common in Scottish too, only they use it in a different way. When you say "half seven" it means half past seven. It was kind of weird to get used to it at first, but now I use it frequently myself.

3. I don't know if I wrote about this when I first came here three months ago (oh my god! How quickly time passes!), but I felt like I had seen almost everybody here before. Then it wore off, and everywhere I looked there were new faces. Names to learn. But now I suddenly see doppelgangers all over the place. Examples: only at school I have seen 3 Ron Weasleys; not necessarily Rupert Grint, the actor, but just guys that look like they could be Harry Potter's best friend. There is also a young music teacher who bears an uncanny resemblance to my old neighbour Jakobina Birna Zoega, who also taught me Icelandic History and RE in 8th grade. There is a guy in my Media Studies class who looks like he could be my old classmate Darri from 4.B in MR, only a bit smaller. OK, a lot smaller. But it was kind of creepy the first time I saw him; I just thought: "What the hell is he doing here???" Another doppelganger of a former classmate is some guy I saw at Katie's fancy dress party who looks exactly like Kari, also from MR's 4.B of '04-'05. And one more look-alike: there's a girl who looks very much like the Icelandic girl Ugla Egisldottir, who played Agga in Mavahlatur, and is also the first Icelandic girl who was named Ugla (after Ugla from Nobel Prize winner Halldor Laxness's book Atomstodin). Last night I also met a girl who really really reminded me of my old best pal Helga. She doesn't look exactly like her (although they're both incredibly skinny), but just their manner is very similar.
Speaking of last night. I went to this girl Emma's 18th birthday party. It was held in a rented hall at The Police Club, and it was a lot of fun. There were tables for everybody, bite-size snack food, and a dancefloor and a DJ. There were bothe family and friends, and it was very nice seeing both grandparents and teenagers dancing to old disco music. A lot of songs to which there was a special dance which practically everybody knew were played, such as the Macarena, the Spice Girls' Stop, Greased Lighting, YMCA, and a bunch of songs which I had never heard before, unlike everybody else. I think I have to say the highlight of the evening was when we all stood in a circle, arms over each other's shoulders' singing Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of our lungs. That made me feel right at home.

Well, I can't think of anything else at the moment. But do not fret; there is more to come, and I dare say there will be still more to come until blogs and/or computers become obsolete.

QotD: Warren: "Connery is the only actor of the bunch."
Andrew: "Timothy Dalton should get an Oscar and beat Sean Connery over the head with it!" -Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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Saturday, February 11, 2006

An overload of cute


http://www.cuteoverload.com


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Friday, February 10, 2006

I can see that nobody thinks my artwork is pretty enough to compliment me on it (read: comment on it).
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

My first work of art (which is still in tact)

It's called "Kinglott me' auja" or, roughly translated, "a round with an eye." In baby lingo, of course; I was almost 2 when I drew it. I trust you can guess which part is the "round" and which part is the "eye."
In the top lefthand corner you can see a lock of hair from the first time I had a haircut, back in '88. It's so neat to have these things!
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Pix

I've been doing some Spring cleaning in my computer and deleting as many pictures as I can, thereby clearing dozens of MBs, which I can so use. But I don't just throw memories out the window, so I put most of them on the internet. If you're interested, you can look at the pictures here:
Superhero party 03.02.06
Mum's graduation from HI (University of Iceland)
Summer house with dad and co. in July/August
Sigrun Ugla's 1st birthday May 21 2005
Easter 2005 - Isafjordur & Thingeyri
June 19 2005 at Thingvellir

QotD: "A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But nobody should be asked to handle this trip." -Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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Saturday, February 04, 2006

"The Teletubbies love each other very much!"

This is a sentence which (and other variations of it) constantly echoes from our living room these days. Bjorgvin bought a Teletubbies DVD - Teletubbies: Christmas in the Snow - for Sugrun Ugla, and she has been watching them non-stop the whole week. Tinky-Winky, Dipsy, LaaLaa and Poh have already started annoying me just as much, if not more, than P.B. Bear & Friends. And the Sun Baby, despite being cute and all, kind of creeps me out, and Sigrun too! When "laughs" she looks at it with such big eyes; she doesn't understand what a disembodied "baaa"'s head is doing in the sky. It's also very bugging that the Tubbies always speak like babies. I swear, their vocabulary is almost worse than SUB's, and that's saying something (she calls me "Dattee" and Matti "Daddi"). The narrator says things like "inside, outside!" and the Tubbies imitate him with their intended adorable baby accent. I know that this is especially for babies like Sigrun, but why not let them speak normally? I mean, it's teaching children to say "I lobe you bery much!" instead of "I love you very much!". It's literally encouraging baby-talk. Babies need to learn how to speak so people understand them, not so people have to stretch their ears and ask them two or three times what they are actually saying. But Sigrun likes them, so we'll just have to put up with them until she gets bored of them or gets a new DVD. Whichever comes first. I predict the latter.

I went to a superhero-themed fancy dress party last night. Much fun. A girl at school held it to raise money for her gap year; she's going to Malawi to teach children next year. I went as Rogue (you know, from X-Men), and wore a white-streaked dark brown wig, a green cape, black clothes, and last but certainly not least long black gloves. You know what they're for, right? OK, I'll remind you: Rogue's superpower is that she can drain the life-force, and superpowers too, out of people with mere skin contact. Hence the gloves protecting other people from her potent fingers. Exactly four people knew who I was (the superhero, not me. Me they almost always recognised, except in a few cases in which a person was too drunk to recognise me). There were all kinds of superheroes at the party. There were three-four Catwomen, two Mrs. Incredible, a set of Powerpuff Girls, two Superwomen, a Clark Kent, a Spider-Man, a Spiderwoman, A Buzz Lightyear, three-four Bond, James Bonds, two-three Batwomen/-girls, two Wonder Women and so on and so on. I took a bunch of pictures which I will soon put in my internet album, but here's a little preview:


Rogue and Bond, James Bond whith his Golden Gun












Bubbles, Blossom and Catwoman (with her ears and mask missing, it seems. looks like somebody's identity's been discovered!)

















Catwoman (this one's got her ears and mask in place!), Superwoman and Buttercup.












QotD: Rogue: "You know, you should wear your seat belt."
Wolverine: "Now look, kid, I don't need advice on auto..."
[car crashes] - X-Men (the movie)
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Thursday, February 02, 2006

Don't give in to the man - RECYCLE YOUR CAN!

The Eco-Group and JGHS is finally starting to take some action. We received a couple of specially marked and shaped cardboard bins especially for aluminium cans this week, and Last Tuesday (Tuesday is meeting day) we all made small but attention-calling posters out of A4 sheets and coloured pencils. We made perhaps a couple of dozens (not completely sure) of posters and they've been hung all over the school. Everywhere you look there's a catchy slogan - like "Don't give in to the man - recycle your can", "Can't recycle your can? Now you Can-can" (with a picture of a wonam doing the Can-can), "PLEASE recycle your can" (with the ATTENTION mark; an exclamation mark inside a red triangle), "Reuse, Reduce, Recycle", "Recycle yer can, ya bam!" etc - encouraging you to, what else: recycle your can! It is also on the agenda to place cardboard boxes for waste paper in every classroom (using, of course, the boxes the stacks of paper come in; we reuse them!). And sometime soon, about 30 trees will be sent to the school. That was actually an accident. According to the story, two fifth years were looking at some website for environmentally friendly schools, and they clicked on some links to look at trees. They were asked to enter the name of their school. They did. They were then informed by the website that sometime in February the school would receive 30 trees to beautify the school grounds. This is going to be interesting. There are actually spots which could use some tree-beautifying, but I personally am not sure if there's enough space for 30 trees! I wonder, if the trees are actually 30 and we manage to plant them, what the school grounds will look like in, say, ten years. When the trees are all grown up. Literally.
I was hoping that being in this group, I would become more interested in being eco-friendly and more worried about the fate of Mother Earth. I didn't choose to be in this committee; all sixth years need to be in some committee, and at the end of last school year they all signed up for one. But since I wasn't here then, Mrs Chetty just pointed me in the direction of some group that was "a little thin" when she was putting everybody in a committee. So I am the only one in the Eco-Group who isn't uber-enthusiastic about it. The only thing this has changed about me is that I feel extremely guilty if I bin a piece of paper when I've used it and no longer need it, instead of recycling it. We in my family have as long as I remember recycled bottles, cans, and milk cartons, so no change in that. But paper - I've started cutting A4 sheets which are empty on one side down into small squares and stapling them together to make a little notepad, which I then use to write shopping lists and other stuff I need to rememeber. At the moment I've got about four or five of these.

I'm not sure I like the frost so much anymore. Expecially when it's not accompanied by snow. I've gotten used to the relatively warm weather - considering the season - and my body's adjusted to it. There's some biological term for that, but I don't remember it in any of the four languages I know. (OK, so I'm far from fluent in German, but I do alright with the other three.) This below-zero last for only a couple of days and it's already starting to get warmer, but it had "serious" consequences for me, or my complexion actually. My skin is literally peeling off. It's worst on my chin and above my eyebrows. I tried using more moisturizer, to no avail, so I've had to start using foot cream on my face, because that's the only moisturizer that's got enough grease/fat/oil (whatever the English term is) to fix this. I just hope my skin will be better, smooth and clear preferably, before next Wednesday, because that's when the yearbook pictures will be taken. I would rather not look like my face is falling off on my yearbook picture. It's easy to cover red spots and zits with foundation, but I don't think I have the right products to do both that and making my skin look like it's not peeling off. If that's at all possible, without using Photoshop that is.
I just want to look pretty.

Anyways. Time to say Good Night, and Good Luck.

QotD: "It's like you're blackmailing the government... in a patriotic way."- Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 22:03:-

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