The Yellow Book

I have this really funny feeling in my tummy. There are a few possible explanation for this.

A. I had quite a big dinner of hung mutton, potatoes, peas, sauce and ice cream at stepgran's tonight.
B. It's a bit chilly here in my room, even though the radiator is turned up quite high.
C. Christmas was only two days ago - exciting! - and technically is still here, in fact (how corny... "Christmas is here")
D. My iPod is on shuffle and it just started playing a Britney Spears song, and I cringe/feel sorry for her.
E. I have to get up really really early and I'm afraid I'll sleep in...
F. I AM GOING TO EDINBURGH TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And therefore I am excited and nervous and clammy palms et al.

I'm betting on F. And E. too, actually. I've set my alarm clocks to 4am, and the taxi is supposed to arrive at 4:40am Then flybus. Then airplane. Then taxi. Then train. Then............. EDINBURGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

QotD: Veronica Sawyer: "What is your damage, Heather?" - Heathers

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Sunday, December 23, 2007

A Spaceman Came Travelling - Páll Óskar and Monika Abendroth

Brilliant.

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Goodness me

One day till Christmas. Four days till Edinburgh.
Time REALLY passes so quickly!

Well ok, that's enough for now. Need to wrap the last three Christmas prezzies. And start packing my suitcase! (I have a feeling I won't have a lot of time to do that in the next few days, so best just start now.)

The Grinch: "Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas?"

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Thursday, December 20, 2007

It's OK, I'm ready now

Yes, my exams are finished.

Christmas can come.

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 17:03:-

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

They MUST be effing with us...

... I mean, would it not be UNbelievable if the weather forecast for Monday were to come true?

They must be saying this just because people want it to be true.

Who doesn't want a White Christmas? And who isn't gonna curse at the meteorologists if they say it'll be anything BUT white?

This is self-protection, I tell you. Self-protection.

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 23:39:-

Is it just me

or was Alfred, Lord Tennyson a little... erm... disturbed? I think this because:

A. He somehow associated his sister's wedding night with his best friend Arthur H. Hallam's death, in the Epilogue to his poem In Memoriam
B. He wrote a poem "reflect(ing) on the moonlit wedding night (of his sister's) and the kind of offspring that will result from their union"
C. Which means he actually thought about his sister's wedding night.

Kinkier than Hef on Viagra, I am sure.

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 19:47:-

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Today I realised for the first time

how much it really was that I had to read for my British Literature I course. I mean, I always read for class (except "The Importance of Being Earnest" which I read in college and "The Dead" which I read last year (as loyal readers of this blog might have heard...), but I never realised how much it was!

This must reflect how very much I enjoyed the course :)

...Only problem? I need to recap all of the second half of the semester (2 centuries, 6 poets and 5 writers thankyouverymuch) before Thursday afternoon.

At this occasion I would like to misquote my old pal James Joyce:

Open my eyes,
Prioritise,
Prioritise,
Open my eyes.

Prioritise,
Open my eyes,
Open my eyes,
Prioritise.

p.s. only ONE exam left!
p.p.s. Gabriel I know you'll read this - can you remember, at the top of your head, what the original version of that little "poem" is?

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 17:54:-

Monday, December 17, 2007

French

I am gonna share something with you that may not seem like something a prim and proper girl would not post on the internet for anyone to see.

But as you who know me must be aware of, I am neither prim nor proper.

I have not shaved since before exams started. Which would be... at least 17 days. Nice. But hey, it's not like I've been going places where it would be nice to have smooth legs and be able to wear sleeveless tops.

It's kinda weird to be this hairy. I feel French.

Buzz McCallister: "Say it isn't true that French babes don't shave their pits." - Home Alone

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Friday, December 14, 2007

Red, green and white!

Well, today is a day to be remembered.

Today is the day when I finally binned the (small) tub of Létt & laggott butter I bought the day after I moved in. Yes, that's how little bread I eat. And I usually just use butter for toasted raisin-and-cinnamon bagels.

The reason I threw out the butter? It sure wasn't that it was finished - though I did manage to carve a big hole in it over these 4 months I've been using it.

It was because there simply was no saving it. Some parts were more yellow than they're supposed to be, there were a couple of green spots, and I also noticed a few white bubbles on the bottom of the tub (not on the butter itself, though). Very Christmassy, the whole thing.

Why hadn't I already thrown out this butter, you ask? I mean, the best-before date WAS September 13th. Well, the fact is, that when it comes to butter, you really don't have to pay any attention to the best-before date. Just look out for green spots, and when you see them and there's still lots of perfectly fine butter left, simply scrape them away.

And by September 13th, I really hadn't used a lot of the butter (partly because I didn't spend a lot of time at home, because I was working full time and overtime in August), and I was not about to throw out an entire tub of butter because there was a stamp on the lid that told me I should!

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 17:06:-

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Well then...

... Two done, three to go!
My next exam is on Saturday. Yes. Saturday. But I'm OK with it, because it means I've got THREE days to revise for it - not two. And I kinda need those three days; I have been avoiding this subject for too long. General Linguistics, that is. I can't help it if the seats in Háskólabíó theatre 1 are so damn comfortable that I always fell asleep before the break... :P At least I did always do the reading! Though I didn't quite understand it. Well, this time I'm making a real effort. I have to.

Nightie night!

QotD: Elf: "Welcome to Santa's Village, where it's Christmas everyday! Closed on Christmas." - The Simpsons

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 23:53:-

Sunday, December 09, 2007

The floor is clean!

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But this is the price:

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Thursday, December 06, 2007

Written last night

What to do, what to do, when you’ve spent the day at the library – reading the most uninteresting philosophy articles for eight hours straight, and you just can’t be fucked spending another minute with it – and get home only to find that the source of your favourite pasttime (the internet, of course) is somehow fucked up and you can’t get online? How to relax after a long day of sitting in silence with dozens or even hundreds (ok, at least A hundred) other students studying for the final exams of this semester?
Well, I chose cleaning. It was either that, or watching the Sound of Music DVD that I bought on sale at HMV on June 1st (birthday money!) and I still haven’t opened. It’s still got the SALE sticker on it.
But I decided to pull out the spray bottle of Cif and sponge I bought the other day when I went grocery shopping. I turned up the Christmas song playlist on my iPod (I’ve only got 11!) to get me in a cheery and Christmassy mood. I then sprayed laboriously on the stained sink, shower floor, and even the toilet. I showed no mercy as I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed till I could scrub no more... took a break and then scrubbed till my fingers were sore.
For an hour and a half I scrubbed (of course I had to put on another playlist – these 11 songs do not last 90 minutes put together! The other playlist is actually called “Cleaning Songs,” which I created in Edin, to listen to while cleaning the bathroom!), and I am proud to say that the sink is now white. As white as it can be at the moment. I just couldn’t take any more, and decided to finish the job later... either when I need a break from studying, or just on Þorláksmessa (December 23rd), when I assume I will be cleaning what needs to be cleaned by then. Though I can’t help but think that my whole room will be sparkly and squeeky clean by the time I’ve finished my exams (I probably will have finished all the shopping, as well. Already bought two whole gifts, and a half of two. No, not one; one half of gifts for two people). I’ve found that it’s really relaxing and satisfying – cleaning, that is. Something I CAN do. As opposed to, say, writing philosophical essays, or identifying a vowel from the mere description of it (harder than it sounds, I tell you!).
Anyway. Back to the bathroom.
The shower floor isn’t as white as the sink. On the contrary. Despite my continuous scrubbing, it’s still got yellowy and brown stains – they are shaped like little rivers between those little lines that stick out of the floor so you won’t slip. But to be fair, I did not spend as much time on them as I did on the sink.The shower will be gleaming by Christmas, though! This I promise myself.

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 22:04:-

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Critique

The University Choir (in which I sing soprano) and the Youth Orchestra's concert last Tuesday got four and a half stars in a review in today's paper! YESSSSSSSSSSSS.
And in the Sunday paper as well - a lot more people read the Sunday paper than during the week!

On another happy note... I just wrote a NOTE to my English Composition teacher, which I am gonna hand in with my fourth essay on Thursday. She only gave me a 7 (!!!) for essay three, which I wasn't too happy about - especially seeing as how she marked me down for things that she should not have done at all.
So I simply wrote a NOTE, as polite and as I could. It was hard, though! I edited myself a lot, for the sake of not seeming like a complaining/whining child. Nonetheless, this note absolutely REEKS of you-should-have-d0ne-your-job-better. Or, you know, at all! I SO trashed her in the teaching survey that the university does every semester. I actually have not talked to ONE person in this course who is happy about the way the teachers have taught and treated us (with no respect, i.e.). So they'll be getting a lot of bad feedback. Hopefully it will help them improve.

QotD: Will be posted later, as I have to get back to my essay and don't have time to look for a good quote.

-: Trina illustrated her blog at 15:43:-

Merry Christmas