tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61244132011-07-08T14:16:31.008+01:00...we are all just characters in The Yellow Book.....Katrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16281707664560757833noreply@blogger.comBlogger8111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124413.post-18078293297471716882011-03-12T23:41:00.002Z2011-03-13T00:01:47.879Z

A few new things: Saturday two weeks ago I graduated from university. Cool, eh? I'm glad I'm done with my B.A., but no way am I done with uni for good! I plan on going back next term to do an M.A., probably a brand-new programme called Literature, Culture and Media. Yes, I know, it sounds exciting!Also, I am moving house in just over two weeks. Boyfriend and I will get the keys on April Fools,

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It is the middle of the summer and I have a cold. A serious one, complete with a headache, dizziness, sneezing and stuffed/runny nose. The irony would (figuratively) kill me, if the stuffed nose hadn't (figuratively) done that already.It looks like I will spend the first weekend of August, which the majority of Icelanders spend at outdoor festivals in the countryside, more often than not getting

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Happy new year!I forgot to make any resolutions on New Year's Eve, but I've thought of some guidelines to try to go by.1. Ignore all news about IceSave. I'm sick of it, it should have been finished ages ago. I'm sick of people ranting about it, I'm sick of the media constantly "commenting" on it, I'm sick of politicians going round and round in circles saying the other side is wrong. Just get it

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The Acropolis :: DSC02908_sml

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that if you have been living under a rock for the past year and have NOT seen the Potter Puppet Pals, watch this:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx1XIm6q4r4Then read this:http://mylifeisaverage.com/story.php?id=1020419I guarantee that you will keel over with laughter.

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As much annoyance as William Wordsworth has caused me, I do enjoy some of his poetry. A poem composed in 1798, "Expostulation and Reply," is often quoted, usually appropriately:'The eye it cannot choose but see,We cannot bid the ear be still;Our bodies feel where'er they bee.Against or with our will....True story.

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I'm getting a new haircut next week and I'm feeling inspired by this one. Whether I'll be brave enough to have my hair cut exactly like that is another story...

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It's been a while since I last blogged, and since I've been hounding my mother to update her own blog which she did for the first time in almost 4 months, I thought it would be a bit hypocritical of me not to write something myself.Not that I have any big news. Well, I did have another seizure - only six days after the other one! And for no apparent reason, except maybe that I was a bit tired

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So I passed all my exams, and with alright grades, too. They only lowered my overall average a tiny bit - I'm still within the 1st grade scale. Keep up the good work, me :=)I've got other news which aren't quite as good, kinda personal as well, but since not that many people read this blog anyway, and only people that I don't mind knowing this, I'm gonna write about it here.I had an epileptic

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No really, that's what it's called!

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Lotsa news. Don't have much time, as I'm on a school computer waiting for my friend to finish class so we can have lunch together, so here's the short version:Three weeks ago today I moved to a tiny studio flat on the uni campus. The rent is kinda high considering that the average rental market price has gone down recently, but I'd been on the waiting list for this for 1 1/2 years, and I'll take

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Being a woman and believing in equal rights for men and women, I'm always glad to hear about women getting high or "important" positions, e.g. when bank directors or PM (both of which happened in Iceland recently).There's just one thing. I don't think I should be glad to hear about it, it shouldn't be such a milestone if a woman - or any person of a minority group; obviously women aren't quite a

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I just realised that the entire two years that I lived in Edinburgh, I always carried a city street map in my purse.Even though I knew, at least, my neighbourhood, as well as the city centre, like the back of my hand, I was always prepared for getting lost.However, I don't think that says anything about how much of a "home" Edinburgh was to me - I mean, if it really were my home, would I need a

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"Studying Aristotle or Rousseau or Derrida is something you do in college because youhave four years of leisure to become this vague thing called an educated person, notbecause somehow you're going to go out into the real world and "live" the ideas youlearned from Aristotle."

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'Signs are never innocent. Semiotics teaches us that.''Semi-what?' 'Semiotics. The study of signs.' 'It teaches us to have dirty minds, if you ask me.'This is a quote from David Lodge's novel Nice Work, and it was used in a lecture as an example to explain metonymy and metaphor. I don't get the connection, but I found it funny...

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"This is between me and the vegetable."-Seymour, from Little Shop of Horrors (1986)A brilliant song from the same film:A Mean Green Mother From Outer Space Better wait a minute. Ya better hold the phone. Ya better mind your manners. Better change your tone. Don't you threaten me son. You got a lot of gall. We gonna do things my way. Or we won't do things at all. Ya don't know what

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This is the dream, which has kind of become a plan now. That is because this is the other option, and, to be honest, it's kinda shite!To go to Dublin and achieve the dream, I will have to fork out 16,048 Euros, if Iceland will not be in the EU by autumn 2011. Even if I don't take into consideration the inflation and the current exchange rate, this is an enormous amount of money for a poor student

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It starts at around 1 min. - I couldn't find a clip with just the song, so it's the beginning of the musical Gold Diggers of 1933, and this song, "We're in the Money," is performed by Ginger Rogers.Btw this is post no. 801!

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Eddie Cantor, "Makin' Whoopee" from the film Whoopee! (1930)Eddie Cantor, "My Baby Just Cares for Me" also from Whoopee!

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I got a new camera today. I love it. It's Kodak, like my old one, so it's simple and easy, just like a proper lover ;)

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So people are saying they want changes. But they don't say WHAT changes they want. Just "changes." How are you gonna get people to follow you if you don't say literally what you want or are going to do - just the general gist of it. Which is changes. Seems a bit like it's only on the surface - like they're rebelling just to rebel.They say they're "staging a revolution." No, actually, they're not

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You know how some smells remind you of things? Music often does, too. Most of the music I listen to reminds me of something or some period of my life. Here are a few examples (in a non-chronological order).Beirut: April-May '08, sitting on the bus on the way back from the library where I spent the whole day revisingKatie Melua's album Pictures: September '07Katie Melua's song Crawling Up a Hill:

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This tree is not Icelandic - it is the Christmas tree in Jenners department store, Edinburgh, a photo from 2003 I think. I couldn't find any good Christmassy photos of Reykjavík on google. This one, at least, is sort of from home!

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Finally! I'm on holiday! But not for long - I have tomorrow off and then I'm working every day till Christmas. That's fine, though: money money money ;)I read an article on timesonline.co.uk about Iceland and the whole disaster. Here's a particularly interesting excerpt from it, which shows that not ALL Brits think WE were in the wrong: The act that tipped the last Icelandic bank off the edge of

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Hilarious!

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I have to say we totally ROCKED the concert! Don't you agree?

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Háskólakórinn flytur verk Händels "Messías" á tvennum tónleikum í Neskirkju mánudag 24. og þriðjudag 25. nóvember.Hljómsveitina munu skipa hljóðfæraleikarar úr Sinfóníuhljómsveit Íslands og einsöngvarar eru Sibylle Köll mezzosópran, Hlöðver Sigurðsson tenór, Valdimar Hilmarsson baritón og Þórunn Marinósdóttir sópran.Miðaverð er 1500 krónur í forsölu hjá kórmeðlimum eða í gegnum kor(at)hi.is en

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That's what ceilidh is all about! ;)

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Love this, too. Especially the "Gloria, hosanna in excelsis" part! One of my favourite Christmas songs.

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Goosebumps!

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Everyone, Christmas is here!!!

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I'm in YouTube-mood... just look what great things can be discovered there! I've never heard of the band Celtic Woman before, but they seem to be PRETTY good. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtic_Woman

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There was a group in my Beat generation class today that delivered a presentation on Tom Waits (who was, in fact, heavily influenced by the Beats), and they showed us this video to exhibit his sense of humour. It's funny, please watch!I think I probably posted this video before, around Christmas time '07, but I have to do it again now. Yesterday there was an article in the paper about Páll Óskar,

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I like having good dreams. Even though that means I don't get as much deep sleep as I need and therefore sleep for more than 12 hours...

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I'm procrastinating. This is not a good time to be procrastinating. It's half past 11 pm and I still have 3 1/2 books left to read of Paradise Lost. I gave up on Aeropagitica. This is for tomorrow's BritLit II lecture, which starts at 10 am. I am so tempted to just read till I fall asleep and then finish it for the final exam... the teacher is gonna tell us all about it tomorrow anyway, I only

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Young Knives Jeff who?Munich

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+People who smoke in no-smoking areas, and are NOT too stupid to know it's not allowed but do it anyway. Every single night that I've come home from Airwaves concerts I've had to put clothes in the laundry basket which were clean when I put them on only a few hours earlier. And I had only been at places that are NO-SMOKING places. Actually, smoking is forbidden in all public places in Iceland,

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I didn't think it could get any bigger - I mean, the entire village of Þingeyri knows my grandparents, and every true Icelandic bookworm has heard of/read something by my mother.But now it has been topped. My uncle and grandfather have been interviewed for the Wall Street Journal (online)! Obviously it is related to the so-called credit crunch crisis (I personally think it's much simpler to say

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but I do!

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Rock. On.And next week:Rock. Even More. On.These are hard times in Iceland, so let's deal with it with some rock!

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Nú er allt í flippi á Íslandi. Fjármálakreppa og hvaðeina - ég ætla ekkert að fara nánar út í það; ef þú skilur tungumálið sem ég er að skrifa á, þá veistu nákvæmlega hvað ég er að tala um.Það hefur þá eflaust ekki heldur farið framhjá þér að forsætisráðherra okkar, Geir H. Haarde (sem fór í sama gaggó og ég og lítur ennþá út eins og hann gerði á bekkjarmyndinni sinni í 9. bekk) ávarpaði þjóðina

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Two happy things happened to the family at Hallveigarstígur today (mine, that is). My mother has already told the world about the first, and more important/happy actually, thing, so I'll take care of announcing the other one.Today Mummy Dearest got fan mail. From France! And her books haven't even been translated into French (yet...)! But the guy wrote that he used to live in Iceland so he

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Wednesdays are special days. You see, Wednesdays are my cooking days - when I get to be the one who is praised for the good food, and my family thanks me for dinner.Today I made a dish that I personally love making - it's called Creole Chicken. It is actually so... the only word I can think of... elaborate, that it really is a Saturday dinner party dish, as opposed to Wednesday-whatever-food. But

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This is what I want to do after I finish my BA-degree:Study thisandwork there. I think it would be easy for me to get a job there, because my current employer owns 51% of the company. It'd be a nice deal.QotD: Sabrina: "You're in a chat room again pretending to be a woman, aren't you?" Salem: "I like the attention." - Sabrina the Teenage Witch

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Allen Ginsberg was a queer personage. In more ways than one. I think I'll probably write my final essay for the Beat poets course about him. It's supposed to be 8-10 pages (albeit with double line spacing, first time ever I say THANK GOD FOR MLA REGULATIONS!), and there is a lot that can be said about that man. I'm especially intrigued by his lunatic mother. I'll probably write two or even more

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Because the swimming costume that my grandmother bought me when I was 12 (I still remember when she took me to the sports shop to buy it for me!) still fits me perfectly. Albeit a little tight while dry, it will stretch when it gets wet. Today I will be going to the swimming pool for the first time in actual years. A little bit nervous - not sure if I still know how to swim, though the swimming

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Do not scroll down looking for something original - read this poem!!!I walk down the garden paths,And all the daffodilsAre blowing, and the bright blue squills.I walk down the patterned garden-pathsIn my stiff, brocaded gown.With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,I too am a rarePattern. As I wander downThe garden paths. My dress is richly figured,And the trainMakes a pink and silver stainOn

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I love notebooks. I also like to write. But not as much as I like the notebooks that I write in. I like them so much that I have my nightstand drawer full of empty notebooks, just waiting to be filled with inspired thoughts and stories about my eventful life. They'll have to wait a bit longer, though. The oldest one was bought in... 2005. Or 2004. Not sure. The last time I wrote an entry in my

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This has been my lazy week. -End. Both Saturday and Sunday spent headache-y, empty-stomached, dizzy, and general lack of/too much sleep, spending HOURS trying to read the same two chapters that I have to finish before 8:20 tomorrow morning, but always nodding off after half a paragraph. Which isn't strange, actually, as I usually sit in my bed reading, and if I'm home alone I sit in mum's

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http://ruv.is/heim/frettir/frett/store64/item227360/

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Some of you may know that I don't exactly have 20/20 vision. Since I was nine years old I have had to wear glasses, and my sight has gradually been growing worse since, though the process has slowed down a bit in the past few years. When I was younger I had to get new glasses regularly, almost every year, but now it's every 3 years or so. I think.Though I don't actually wear my glasses very

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Now that the colleges have had their "back to school" craziness (as I witnessed and experienced at the shop where I worked this summer), it's finally time for the university classes to start (well, mine at least - some started last week). Although the university bookshop claims to be "busy" at the beginning of term, I've never seen it as busy as at Griffill (my shop). OK, so during college back

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Song of the day!

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I love watching films again and again (well, the good ones at least). Every time, I notice something new. For example, right now I'm watching Almost Famous (I know, multi-tasker!) and I just noticed that in that scene after the first Stillwater concert William goes to, when he's talking to Penny Lane, his mother is whistling the "family whistle" in the background. I've seen this film a million

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For a while now I have been baffled at how my room sometimes smells, literally, like crap. It's terrible, sometimes I can't even bear to stay in my own room! I've tried throwing out all the garbage (not that I usually have a lot of waste), spraying odor neutraliser all over it and the bathroom as well, and keeping the small window wide open while I'm at work. And yet it still smelt like crap!This

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I guess this explains it all.

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Nostalgia!

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I got a new laptop last week. It's awesome and I love it. And it was cheap, which is always a plus. :)In other news, life's a mess (though slightly entertaining at times). And no, I am not going to elaborate. If you know me, then you know what I mean. If you don't know me, then it's none of your business anyway.QotD: Cassandra: "Are you playing footsies with me?" Roland: "Wheelies." - Saved!..

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... it would be very hard.Today I finally watched (the 2007 version of) Hairspray, and it was great. I now get why SOME people love it (hæ Þórdís ;) ). The songs are catchy, the actors are funny (not to mention... well, you know what I mean!) and, very importantly, there are a lot of good one-liners. For example today's QotD.QotD: Wilbur Turnblad: [to a sobbing Edna, who thinks he's been cheating

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Today is my 21st birthday. I don't feel any different, but maybe I will after 8:38 AM, when I'll REALLY be 21 years old.My homepage at Ugla, the University of Iceland's students' and teachers' website, greeted me with a QuickTime music player playing a jazzy piano version of the birthday song, when I signed in after midnight. At first I didn't realise where the music was coming from, and why that

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Remember the postcard!!! And an e-mail would be nice, too ;)Ba!

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Yes, I am free at last. Had my last exam yesterday. SO happy to be done! Summer holidays, here I come. Today was actually a very sunny day, so I spent most of it outside (especially since I go back to work tomorrow and am gonna have to be inside allllll day). And naturally I wore a skirt! It's so fun to wear a skirt and not be freezing my legs off. And it was a flowy skirt - even more fun. Oh, my

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... Because then I'd be free to devote all of my free time to stalking him *said with girly squeal*.

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You know how you never want your favourite sitcom to end? You get all depressed when the producers announce that the season AFTER the next one will be the last? I'm like that - I was like that when Friends ended. 10 YEARS of Friends! Endless funniness. And yet it had to end!But now I've realised WHY it had to end. Well, apart from the fact that it was getting kinda old, jokes were being recycled

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It's weird. Everybody's leaving! I've already missed saying goodbye to two people, and just now I met one guy who's leaving today with his girlfriend. I said goodbye in case I don't see them before they leave - but it's so weird! The two of them have been living in the room across the hall from me since I moved in here. The guy is one of the people who sometimes call me Nicole!Somebody put up a

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I've been following this season of American Idol since the top 24 started (I, contrary to pretty much everyone who watches this show, do not really like the embarrassing audition montages. I just like to hear the contestants perform), and I also did last year. I do admit that I quite like it!That said, I have a couple of observations about the show. Why does Ryan Seacrest always feel compelled to

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Já, prófin eru að byrja, og það þýðir aðeins eitt (ja, fyrir utan svakastress og lærdóm og lestur og allt það):KÓRTÓNLEIKAR!Háskólakórinn heldur vortónleika sunnudaginn 27. apríl 2008 í Neskirkju, klukkan 17:00. Flutt verða m.a. verkin Agnus Dei eftir Pólska tónskáldið Krzystof Penderecki (borið fram "penderetski"), Shakespeare-söngvar eftir William Vaughan, Lorca-svíta, auk fullt af íslenskum

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There are so many things you can do with that sentence^!

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I have study/exam-syndrome. Feel free to interpret that any way you want.QotD: "Many of them ('mother-women') were delicious in the role; one of them was the embodiment of every womanly grace and charm. If her husband did not adore her, he was a brute, deserving of death by slow torture." - from The Awakening, by Kate Chopin

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OK I know it's been two days since Easter, but obviously I haven't blogged for ages, so I'm telling you now. Happy Easter!I just got back from Ísafjörður today, where my dad and his family live. I was there for one week, and it was really good. Great to see the family, though a couple of days were really boring... But I expected that anyway. There was this music festival on Friday and Saturday

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It doesn't happen very often that I write about music. Actually, I don't think I ever have. Mostly it's because I simply haven't felt the need to put down in words the why's and why not's of the music I do or do not like.But, you know, the times, they are a-changin'. So tonight I'm gonna write a bit about music.These last couple of months I've been going to a lot of concerts and gigs, seeing

Katrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16281707664560757833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124413.post-24706348163727224752008-03-06T22:23:00.001Z2008-03-06T22:24:03.161Z

... so naturally I'm procrastinating. I don't have anything in particular to blog about... just wanted to tell you I'm halfway through my essay ;)

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Today I am happy with the weather. As the inhabitants of Iceland know, the weather this year has so far been, to sum it up in one word: crap. Okay, two weeks ago there was one day of spring, but the very next day it was snowy and windy and crappy again. Yesterday it rained, and the streets were icy and slippery, but today most of the ice has melted, the temperature is just right and there's even

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You have probably, at some point, been asked that question "do you have a celebrity look-alike?" (Maybe in a different language, albeit, but that's beside the point.) Usually people say they don't know, or mention that someone sometime said they look like whatshername. There's even this really cool website, myheritage.com, where you can find out who your famous lookalikes are by submitting a

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So people have been asking me why I am happy to be alive. I'll explain.To be honest, this joie de vivre is fading, now that I'm home and back into the same old routine. I keep vowing to myself that I will go through every day as if it were my last... and then I lay in bed all day, not even getting out of my PJs while reading about e.g. Native Americans (most of whom, according to my AmLit teacher

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Yesterday a so-called "reading week" started. University jargon for February holiday... only it doesn't involve much holidaying. Today I had an online mid-term quiz (which by the way was easy-peasy and I got 95%), and tomorrow I have one lecture because the teacher thought the reading week would be next week and has scheduled something else then. And naturally I'm still working on Thursday and

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I got a lust for life.Yes, it is good to be alive and healthy. From now on I will appreciate this far more, and enjoy life.The reason for this I will elaborate on later, when I have more time to write.

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The American Civil War 1861-1865

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Thanks to Hugrún and Sandra's advice, I have now - all by myself - fixed the lightlessness of my room! Oh yes, I managed to pull the lampshade-ball thing off and change the light bulb. I can now actually SEE, even though it's dark outside!Also, a bit about the weather. COLD. So cold that my hands are incredibly dry and my knuckles are red - and still cold. Yessss. Luckily, I have the hand lotion

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Cold enough for you?Yes this is truly the land of ICE - as in ICE cold. I'm not sure how cold it was exactly today, but tomorrow it's supposed to be -7 °C. And the wind makes it even colder. So it feels like it's -15°C or something. I haven't experienced cold like this in AGES!All I can say is thank god for my parka and warm tights... and thank grandma Kata for my woollen socks! :)

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This is it. Now I am REALLY living independently. And I feel helpless about it...Why, you ask? Well...The main light bulb in my room is out, but I can't change it because I can't even open the lampshade - it's one of those ball ones, you know - so currently I am relying on the light over the door, bedside lamp, toilet light and fairy lights I've got around my mirror.What am I to do??????????QotD:

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Most people my age, and who have ever been my age, have found themselves pulling an all-nighter. This is usually the night before an exam, poring over the books trying to cram everything they were supposed to learn the previous semester into their heads.I, however, have never done that. Partly because I simply cannot focus on studying at night, and partly because this is one of the things I'm not

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It's so expensive having friends from all over the world. Because naturally I want to visit them all... at the same time, preferably. But in order to be able to afford that, I need to work every free minute, especially during holidays. Which, incidentally, is the most convenient time to travel. Dammit, I wish I didn't bond with people so easily. QotD: (in honour of my American Literature course

Katrínhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16281707664560757833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124413.post-52214295127549491282008-01-16T23:02:00.001Z2008-01-16T23:03:13.804Z

... I have not seen snow like this since I was a kid.Incredible.SO glad I've got my Wellies!

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One more thing. I stumbled upon and brand new blogger, an anonymous one... who calls himself Frog Prince. He seems quite promising, so I recommend you keep an eye on that blog. Very profound and deep and thoughtful and all that shit.No really, it's just a student jotting down his thoughts and stuff in a funny way. In any case, take a look!

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Long time no post! Sorry about that. I'd use it as an excuse that I've just been really busy, but... wait, I actually HAVE been really busy! As you might know (if you read my last post, at least) I spent New Year's in Edinburgh - and a few days before and after. I was there for 10 days, to be exact. I came home late on Sunday night, 6th January, and the next morning I went straight to work. And I

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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

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Brilliant.

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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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Yes, my exams are finished.Christmas can come.

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... 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.

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