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About Me
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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 Cabot, TV and my late cat, Joakim
dislikes: Techno, math, fish
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Blogs
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Aldís María
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Edda
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Meg Cabot
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Sigrun Ugla
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Mummy dearest
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Júlía Ara
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Dísa
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Hrafnkell
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Þorsteinn
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Hafdís
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Frog Prince
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Birna Kristín
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Kolbrun
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Erla
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Gulla
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Anna Margrét
+Eduardo
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Other links
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My
blogger.com profile
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Pictures/myndir 2005
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Pictures/myndir 2005-2007 (Scotland)
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KatSpace
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Poet Katrin
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Gavin DeGraw
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My Bible
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Meg Cabot official website
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See This Movie
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He with whom I compare all persons of the opposite sex
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Officially a fan
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Ugla
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My old high school
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My old college
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The Uni Choir
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Uni Choir chat
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HÍ
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The BOG
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Reykjavík weather
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Credits
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Skin-Blogskins
Designer-Dawnwake
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Thank goodness I chose correct!
Yes I do trust these online quizzes to tell me the truth when it comes to my life-altering decisions. I mean, you can see at least THIS one is completely correct! | What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com | You scored as English You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!
English |
| 83% | Journalism |
| 75% | Linguistics |
| 67% | Sociology |
| 50% | Mathematics |
| 42% | Art |
| 42% | Dance |
| 42% | Psychology |
| 42% | Theater |
| 42% | Philosophy |
| 33% | Engineering |
| 25% | Anthropology |
| 25% | Biology |
| 17% | Chemistry |
| 8% |
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Sunday, October 28, 2007
Pain
I am in pain. My sore throat was starting to get better... until it went bad again. Now it's worse than ever. It really hurts when I swallow, so I try to do as little of that as possible. Which is actually kinda hard, because, you know, it's actually a sort of a reflex! If I look into my mouth (in a mirror obviously!) I can see the back of my mouth - I actually don't know what that area is called - is really really red. I am pretty sure that having a cold and/or sore throat for two fucking weeks straight is not normal? I was actually feeling better yesterday, could sing et al, and then I wake up this morning totally crushed. I hate this.
:P | -: Trina
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Monday, October 22, 2007
Food thief
There is a cheese thief lurking in Höfði (my hall of residence). He or she has been stealing cheese belonging to residents since at least Wednesday the week before last. The Finnish girl on my floor could not find her 600isk cheese in the fridge when making breakfast on Thursday morning, but that could have been because there was a raging party of teenagers in the common room on Wedn. evening. Who knows, maybe one of them got cheese cravings. But that must not be the case, because now there has been ANOTHER incident of disappearing cheese! Last Sunday I was gonna make some grilled sandwiches for dinner (always the healthy-eater) but could not find my bag of grated cheese on my fridge shelf. I searched both fridges, and no sign of my cheese. Natural deduction: THERE IS A CHEESE THIEF IN THE BUILDING! Possibly a non-related incident: somebody stole my eggs, as well, I found out tonight. I had two left and was going to boil them and use as toppings on bread. Why do people steal my food??? Iceland Airwaves ended last night, though I could not go the the last concerts - would have liked to see The Magic Numbers! - on account of a BritLit mid-term today (it went alright; pretty sure I passed!). However, I had a fantastic time at all the gigs I went to - in four evenings I saw nineteen bands! And many of them were actually rather good. The ones that stood out for me are: Slow Club, Best Fwends, Retro Stefson, Friendly Fires, Late of the Pier, Plants and Animals, of Montreal (yes, the 'o' is lower-case!), Mugison (FOUR basses in one song!!!) and finally Bloc Party. Oh yeah. The t-shirt I got is also pretty cool. In honour of the British Literature exam I sat today - which also marks the end of my studies of the Romantic poets, the quote of the day will be a stanza from the poem 'Expostulation and Reply' by William Wordsworth (whom I despise, which is funny because my lecturer LOVES him and even wrote her PhD thesis on him. I, however, am more of a Byron-girl). The eye - it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, were'er they be, Against or with our will. | -: Trina
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
And they say girls need TIME
You know how people (guys, generally) always say girls need an hour or more to get ready in the morning? Well, today I proved them SO wrong. I slept in... even though my first lecture on Wednesdays starts at 10 AM! (I snoozed one too many times...) Anyway. I looked at the alarm clock, and whoa. Class in TWENTY minutes!!! Shite! I would have needed a BIT more time. But I decided to try and go for it. So I got up, hurriedly put on the closest clean (well sorta) clothes, packed my backpack, got my iPod ready (I wasn't gonna be back until 5 p.m. - no way could I go that long without music!), put on shoes, jacket, hat and mittens, pretty much ran out of my room, while still taking a few seconds to go and grab a banana from the fridge. Breakfast. I walked fast - did not run, nota bene, as my bag was really heavy - and as I was about to cross the street I noticed my bus coming closer. THAT's when I ran. And I caught it! Finished the banana on the run, thankfully there's a bin right next to the bus stop. I finally got to uni a couple of minutes past 10 - only to find that the class hadn't even had a chance to enter the room, as the class that was in there already got held back a bit longer. Thankfully for me! Bummer for them... Well, I hope you see that us girls are not at all slow! We can be quick when we need to. (Haha not in that sense. OK, so at least not in THIS case!) I do admit that I did not get enough time to put in my contacts - had to wear my glasses, which wasn't all that bad, because it made it less obvious that I hadn't had time to completely clean off yesterday's eyeliner and mascara, and I was therefore all panda-eyed. I also obviously did not have time to put on a bit of make-up, but I grabbed eyeliner and mascara and put in my bag and then later put it on at the library toilet. Voila. | -: Trina
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Sunday, October 07, 2007
Wow.
They sure make you do a lot of homework/reading at that university place... | -: Trina
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Tuesday, October 02, 2007
The Good Wife's Guide
Housekeeping Monthly, May 13, 1955. - Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.
- Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
- Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
- Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house before your husband arrives.
- Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc. and then run a dust-cloth over the tables.
- Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare a light fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
- Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces. (If they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimise all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.
- Be happy to see him.
- Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
- Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
- Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.
- Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquillity where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
- Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
- Don't complain if he's late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.
- Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
- Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
- Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
- A good wife always knows her place. | -: Trina
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