::The Yellow Book::

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name: Katrin
age: 21
location: Reykjavík, Iceland
nationality: Icelandic
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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Girliness galore


I am such a girl. I just had to get a new dress for the IsSkot Thorrablot on Saturday - and of course I needed shoes to match. I tried on dresses in just about every shop on Princes Street that has affordable formal dresses, but as always, I found the right one in NEXT. It's not too formal, but not too casual either. Perfect. Also, it only cost 33 pounds, which is always an upside! It's black and kinda slimming, and to liven up the dress, I'm going to tie a red ribbon around the waist. I realised that I don't have any shoes that go with the outfit (no, really. I don't.), and I knew exactly what kind of shoes I needed - which obviously made finding the right shoes a bit more complicated; red to match the ribbon; heels for class; not strappy, but regular; no wooden heels (or fake wood or whatever), because it makes them too casual. Since I didn't really have enough time to scour the shops - again! - this time for shoes, I decided to look online, on the websites of big stores such as NEXT and Debenhams, which have their whole collection. And on the Debenhams website I found the perfect shoes.
I've got red and black earrings already, a black necklace, and I'm going to get some blood red nail polish for my toenails. Not my fingernails; I'm so bad at painting them - at least one nail always goes wrong, or I accidentally touch it before it's dry or something. And besides, I read in some fashion magazine that you should never paint both your toe- and fingernails. I don't remember why exactly, but I'm just going to follow that advice!
So I've got the perfect outfit for Saturday. I'm just so relieved that I'm done with it - assembling it, I mean. Finding the right ensemble for a formal(ish) event is no mean feat, I tell you. Guys are so lucky. All they have to do is get a suit (from a shop or their closet, if they already have one; for guys it's totally fine to wear the same one to many many events!) or perhaps a tux, a nice button-down shirt and a matching tie. That's all. The shoes can't be that hard, either.
But then again, I love it when I've actually found the perfect dress, shoes or any clothing. That nice feeling of satisfaction - you know what I mean, right?

Willow: "Oh, this is so frustrating."
Oz: "Nothin' useful?"
Willow: "No, it's great. If we wanna make ferns invisible or communicate with shrimp, I got the goods right here."
Oz: "Our lives are different than other people's." - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 21:58:-

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Mug shot

How hot was Al Pacino when he was young? This is his mug shot taken when he was arrested for carrying a concealed weapon. It was in 1961 - and he was 21. It's hard to believe he's older than my grandma Kata!
QotD: Scarlett: "Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?"
Rhett Butler: "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." - Gone With the Wind
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 18:01:-

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Skittles

My legs and underarms smell like Skittles, on account of my new ASDA shave gel. Apparently they didn't have my usual Gillette for Women Satin Care shave gel (we usually order groceries weekly through the internet), and substituted it with ASDA shaving gel with berry-smell. With Skittles-berry-smell. And okay, I'm not saying it's bad or anything - I'm just as soft and hairfree as with the help of the Satin Care. It's just the sweet sweet smell of sweets makes me crave sweets! And being only human (not to mention that I'm the ultimate stereotypical woman at the moment - ladies, you can read between the lines there), I am going to buy some Skittles tonight.
End of discussion. Period.
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 18:49:-

Les Choristes - La nuit

This is from one of the best films ever made. Seriously. It is so beautiful, all aspects considered, but especially the music. All music was composed by brilliant composer Bruno Coulais, except this one, La nuit. I've forgotten who composed that one, but obviously it's classical. For those who don't know, or can't figure it out from the title, Les Choristes is a French film, and as we all know, the French are genius at making films. I don't think I've ever seen a bad French film. Ever. Oh, and the boy who sings the solo, Jean-Babtiste Maunier, is an angel. I am sure you'll agree with me there!

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Ted Baker is a genius

Couldn't be bothered to study today, so I went to Ocean Terminal instead - for the first time, actually! - with Alina and Juulia and tried on pretty, glam and expensive dresses, just for the fun of it. I wasn't expecting to find the perfect dress, and I certainly wasn't going to buy anything, seeing as how I spent more than 60 pounds yesterday. And I refrained, but with reluctance. I found this incredibly comfortable and pretty Ted Baker dress, pure silk, and I soooo wanted to buy it. It was in this outlet store and it cost "only" 65 pounds - which is a good price for designer wear, aactually - and the original price was 130. My prom dress form John Lewis cost 135 pounds. So I'm not going to buy a new one. I half-wish I could! Oh, I wish I could buy this one for the IsSkot Thorrablot on Saturday after next. It would be purrfect for that occasion.
Well, this is enough dress talk, eh, girls (because I can't imagine any males reading this particular post...)? Quote of the Day is long this time. But it's funny, so read it all!
QotD: Xander: "Honey, an old saying: "A watched customer never buys"."
Anya: "They would if they were patriotic."
Xander: (To Willow) "OK, I'm going in. (To Anya) Patriotic?"
Anya: "Yes. I've recently come to realise that there's more to me than just being human. I'm also an American."
Giles: "Yes, I suppose you are, in a manner of speaking. You were born here - your mortal self."
Anya: "Well, that's right, foreigner. So I've been reading a bit about the good old us of a, embracing the extraordinarily precious ideology that's helped to shape and define it."
Willow: "Democracy?"
Anya: "Capitalism. A free market dependent on the profitable exchange of goods for currency. A symbiotic beauty, apparently lost on these old people. Look at 'em. Perusing the shelves. Undressing the merchandice with their eyes. All ogle, no cash. It's not just annoying, it's un-American."
Giles: "Appalling. Almost as if they think money can no longer buy happiness."
Anya: "Totally un-American. Oh, and you know what else is un-American? French people."
Willow: "You don't say."
Anya: "From what I hear, they don't tip. French old people? That's really the bottom of the barrel, you know?"
Xander: "An, hon, how's about we try being a bit less prejudiced and a bit more inclusive? Not us, just you."
Anya: "Fine. I'm gonna make those fogeys buy things." - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 20:26:-

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Day of tiredness

Went shopping on Princes Street today with Rach, Alina and Juulia. We went to several clothes shops, in every single one of which I tried on one or two pairs of jeans. It was very very tiring. Then finally, at about 4 PM, I went to NEXT, my ever-loyal stop-to-shop for jeans. And other clothes, sometimes. I went inside, a girl on a mission (sorry, that's woman...), saw two pairs that I liked, grabbed my two sizes (yeah, I fluctuate between the two, I am usually somewhere in the middle; they should make clothes in odd-numbers sizes as well!), and made a beeline for the fitting room. And magic happened. Have you ever seen the movie/read the book The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants? Because that's what it was like. I put the first pair on, and they fit perfectly. Not too low-waisted, not too long, not to wide, not too tight (I prefer the bootcut, these days). Not too anything - just perfect. And I looked at myself in the mirror, admired the jeans and said to them: "You are SO coming home with me!" Then I tried the other pair on... and MAGIC! Again, the same feeling of comfort, and I said to these as well: "Hey, there's room for you, too! You're coming home with me!"
You must know this feeling. It's a feeling of relief, mixed with momentary ecstacy. The feeling you get when you finally finally finally find the exact thing you're looking for, or figure something out. I felt so relaxed after this; I was starting to get really annoyed with all these high street brands - why the hell didn't they have something that fit me? It's not like I'm abnormally shaped or anything. I'd say I'm pretty normal, in fact. But then NEXT totally came through, as always.
It was so good to come home, exhausted from all the walking, satisfied with the purchases I'd made (yes, I admit it, I couldn't resist this cute extra long '70s-style shirt/top from Zara. Hey, it was only 19 pounds, and I'm only human, after all!) and just sit down. Relax.
Tomorrow I'm hitting the books, though. Or the essay-writing, I should say. February holidays have started, but I guess that also means studying. Arg.
QotD: Lorelai: "Hey, if that's a crack at my housekeeping skills... well then, okay." - Gilmore Girls
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 23:50:-

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Brits do not know how to deal with snow

I mean it. It snowed in a bit yesterday and today (only a tiny bit in Edinburgh, though, last night, and by noon today it was all gone!), and the country is in a state of paralysis. It's like these people have never seen snow before. This happens every year when the snow hits the British Isles.


Look, fellow humans! White things falling from the sky! Manna from Heaven! No, wait... it's melting! We cannot feast on this... What the hell is it?

Well, dear fellow humans. This is called snow. It is, basically, frozen rain. Except that it's soft, and sometimes it melts when it touches the ground, but sometimes it doesn't. The ground, and all surfaces facing the sky become white, and if the snow keeps falling, a blanket of it gets thicker and thicker. Bigger and bigger. But do not fear...

What? Thicker and thicker? Bigger and bigger? This must surely mean that everything will be frozen! We shall not be able to move, let alone vehicles of any kind! All transport will be paralysed!

Oh, no, that's not always the case. Snow is a beautiful thing! Sure, if there really is a lot of it, people might have to shovel their driveways to get their car out. But they will be able to move around the streets, because there is such a thing that we call a snow plow. This is a vehicle that is like a car or a lorry, but it has a huge shovely thing on the front of it, which will push the snow away, much like a regular shovel - only bigger, and therefore it will be able to clear the snow off streets. You must remember Homer Simpson? Mr Plow? That's what it is. So no worries there, right?

But how are we to use this thing you call a "snow plow"? Where can we find it? Maybe we have heard of this - they might have one or two somewhere in the country (where it never snows, I am sure!), but how are we to get them here? And how are we supposed to clear all the streets in our city/town/village in time for the citizens/townspeople/villagers to get to work, and the children to school? Because of course they cannot walk to school - even though they live only ten minutes away: this is Britain, after all, and our children, the future, must not over-exercise! It is not good for them! They are supposed to eat two packets of crisps a day and deep-fried junk food at school, so they will grow plump and mature, and both P.E. AND walking will outrageously lessen the effect those foods have on their bodies! Better just close all schools, cancel all flights, stop the trains and close the streets to automobiles. It's not like we'll be able to exit our homes when it is this cold outside, anyway!

Jeez. You people are pathetic. Go on, accept the constraints Mother Nature has placed on you, but really could easily be solved. Seriously, you are more panicky about a little bit of snow than people in Reykjavik get when it snows and they don't have the right tyres on their cars.


QotD: Hiro Nakamura: "My only concern is should I hide my true identity? A costume maybe?"
Ando Masahashi: "You start talking about capes and tights and I'm out of here." - Heroes
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 21:35:-

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Love is alive! Well, sort of...

I saw this article in The Scotsman this morning. It's so sweet!

Hug that lasted 6,000 years
A dig in Italy has revealed a couple buried up to 6,000 years ago, hugging each other.
Elena Menotti, who led the archaeologists working near the northern city of Mantova, said: "It's an extraordinary case. There has not been a double burial found in the Neolithic period, much less two people hugging - and they really are hugging. "
She said the two, almost certainly a man and a woman, died young. Their teeth were mostly intact and not worn down.
"When we discovered it, we all became very excited. I've been doing this job for 25 years. I've done digs at Pompeii, all the famous sites," Ms Menotti said.
"But I've never been so moved. This is something special."

Awwww!

QotD:Kitty Forman: "Have you ever baked a pie before?"
Jackie Burkhardt: "No, I don't really cook much. I kinda was just hoping to get by on my looks." - That '70s Show
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Tuesday, February 06, 2007

My day in the shoes (OK, goloshes) of Donald Duck

Today I was unlucky and clumsy - and for a bit last night as well.
Incident no. 1: Last night I slipped and fell on the second or third last step of the stairs at home, landing flat on my ass. Thankfully I didn't hit my head or anything else, but my ass hurt like hell.
Incident no. 2: This was not really something that happened; it just was. This morning my shoulders and back were killing me from the weight of my bag. Seriously. I'm pretty sure it was actually slowing me down a bit - it was so fucking heavy.
Incident no. 3: I skid and fell while walking (at a brisk pace) down the corridor. The floor was obviously slippery. I landed on my knees, a bit heavier on the left one. I could hear some man who was walking behind me quicken his pace, and I think he was right behind me when he hesitatingly started to ask if I was OK (erm, did you see this, dude? I fucking fell on my knees, of course it hurt, of course I'm not OK!!!), and I said "mhm" because I could tell from his tone of voice that he really wanted to be somewhere else at that moment. Also, I didn't want anyone to see that I was about to cry, my knees hurt so much. So without looking back, I slowly got up - and it was hard, seeing as how my bag was seriously weighing me down, and I almost couldn't stand on my feet. Unfortunately I had to walk up two flights of stairs, and it took me like five fucking minutes of searing pain. When I finally got upstairs, I touched my left knee, and felt a huge bump and bruise forming. Ouch. The rest of the day I had a limp, though it got less as the day progressed. Later today I then felt some bruises forming on my hip bone, so something must have happened there as well.
Incident no. 4: Basically, I got locked inside the ladies' toilets. Yes. The toilets are usually locked, and you have to sign out a key and all; I was "lucky" because there was a girl with a key right in front of me. However, she finished drying her hands... no wait, she actually skipped that part... seconds before me, and before she left she said she'd just leave the door unlocked. But she didn't. And you can't open the door from the inside if it is locked! Which is just plain stupid, if you ask me. But that's the way it is. So I spent like five minutes maniacally banging the door and trying to open the lock, and yelling once or twice "HELLO? IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?!?!", before some man came to inspect the noise. Seriously, considering the noise I was making and how long I had to wait for somebody to come and let me out, you'd think the building was not full of people.
Incident no. 5: When walking through the door to the staircase (or whatever that area is called...), right after the toilet incident, the heel of my shoe got caught in a hole in the age-old hardened and cracked floor linoleum, and ripped out another chunk of it. I chose to ignore it and left the building on the verge of having a laughing fit over all the things that had happened to me; good thing I don't take myself very seriously, otherwise I would probably have been a trainwreck!
So that's all my clumsy/unlucky moments I had in the approximately last 24 hours. Hope you had a good laugh at my expense! ... Again.
QotD: Clément Mathieu: "You see evil everywhere."
Chabert: "Here? Yes." - Les Choristes
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 21:21:-

Sunday, February 04, 2007

I am seriously pathetic.
Seriously.
Really seriously.
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 23:10:-

My feet hurt

Dean Mort: "Mr. Dunphy, do you have a friend called "Drugs"?"
Timothy Dunphy: "Drugs Delaney?"
Mr. Funderberk: "How many individuals named drugs could you possibly associate with?"
Timothy Dunphy: "Just one." - Outside Providence
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Thursday, February 01, 2007

SCORE

My English teacher gave me a Category 1 (27-30 marks out of 30) for the second draft of my first creative writing piece (I got Category 2 for the first draft!). SCORE!!!

I rock.

Well, I'm off to watch Criminal Minds, and then I'm going to SLEEP. Yes, I am going to bed at approximately 11 PM.

I rock even more.

QotD: Xander: "Are you ready to get down, you funky party weasel?" - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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-: Trina illustrated her blog at 22:34:-

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