Saturday, October 29, 2005






Hallowe'en

Evidently we celebrate Hallowe'en in Iceland too. We don't to the trick or treat thing, though, we do our own version of that on Ash Wednesday. Anyway, Hallowe'en in Iceland is an eve of fancy dress, but not strictly the grotesque dead-body-decappitated-witch sort of thing. The English Department had a Hallowe'en celebration last night and me and Iris went dressed up in the most outrageous 80's costumes as you can see above. And bloody good fun it was, too. To our misfortune, this was the night of the first snow. Thank God I had spent two hours that morning queueing to get my car tires changed. Otherwise we wouldn't have gotten far. The winged hair, unfortunately, sort of went flat due to all that snow, but frankly we didn't care.

I'm writing another essay in school now (I just don't understand why they make us do all that work (harhar)) and this time it is supposed to be about the cultural dominance of English-speaking countries. Interestingly enough, during my research, I found out that over 80% of all home pages on the internet are written and administered in English, with home pages written in German following "closely", with the grand total of 4.5% . I wonder in which place Icelandic home pages would be...

Well, it's 03:30 on a Sunday morning, I've been writing since 8 o'clock last night and I'm stuck. Wonder if it's time to go to bed yet. I feel I should be down town ridiculously dressed, for some reason.

Good night

Out

EddaK


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Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Me and Iris. We're coming to London in jan.! And just can't wait!

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Saturday, October 15, 2005

Results are back

Got the results back this afternoon for my LIT test. No worries, 100%.

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Friday, October 14, 2005

London baby!

It's signed, sealed and delivered; I'm coming to London!

I've been longing for English soil all this year. In fact, I've been moaning so much that my mom just told me to get over myself and do something about it. So I did. Me and my friend Iris made a deal. If we would do well on our Lit test, we'd pack up our bags and head for the U.K. If not, then we'd stay in Iceland and be miserable. Well, the test went great for both of us so last Wednesday we sat ourselves down, booked our flight and we'll join you on jan. 4th and stay until the 10th! We're just thrilled. I can't wait to show her Oxford Street (since she's never been to London we figured we'd start there) ;)

So. I need some info. Last time I was in London I just couldn't find Pineapple Store. I know for a fact that it's supposed to be located in Covent Garden. So last time I was in London I went there. And I searched and I searched, and then I searched some more, and then I just gave up, sat myself down and had a cuppa and a fag. Healthy healthy. So this time around I definately will find Pineapple store, but I don't count on finding it on my own so some directions would be great.

The reason I want to find Pineapple store so badly is that I just spent like an entire months worth of salary on pointe shoes, training shoes, tights and leotards for this dance hobby of mine. It's terribly expensive in Iceland and I am hoping (somewhat optimistically I'll admit) that I'll find something cheaper in London.

Dancing is going great, actually, better than it has since 2002. I am going to be performing at this event called "Danslist" (transl. Danceart) which is a part of a week-long festival called Unglist (Young Art) and am terribly excited about it, since I've never been asked to do it before. The performance is on nov. 9th, not exactly all the time in the world to prepare, but I'll manage somehow.

I'm feeling hungry so I'm going to abandon this attempt to write something interesting and resume it at a later time.

See you all on the 4th (and Emma, I'll see you and Umber before the new-year, or so I hear! You'll love it!)

Love

Edda and her pointe shoes.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Big Scary Lit Test over

My goodness. This test was the definition of EASY. I was supposed to answer 30 out of 40 questions. I answered them all, just for fun (I did make sure to answer them in a way that only 30 would count, just to do everything according to instructions). And now it's nine o'clock on a Tuesday morning and I just don't know what do do with myself.

Man, I could read Bridget Jones just about now. For the millioneth time.

Edda

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Sunday, October 09, 2005

Slight panic

Sh**. The test is on Tuesday. I've been studying continuously for, what, 9 days now and I feel like I know nothing at all. Been trying to review everything in my head and it all just gets mixed up. Now is as good a time as any for general panic.

Yesterday, having been bent over my desk for10 hours straight (well -nearly straight) I got up, put on some loud rock music and took a hot bath in order to relax (thankfully my parents were at the theatre, theyr're not big fans of loud rock music). It didn't work out very well so I went out dancing with a friend of mine. That didn't work either. So this morning (read: at lunchtime) when I got up, I cleaned my room and the upstairs bathroom to get my mind of things. Yet again I failed. So I went jogging for an hour with my friend Elísa. And the panic is greater than ever. Perhaps I would feel better if I acctually just went to sleep. But that is not an option at seven o'clock on a sunday night. So, cross your fingers for me next Tuesday! I'll let you know how everything works out.

About that jogging thing. I've always hated jogging. Never been able to do it. But this summer, I went to a fitness class called "Boot Camp", which is, as the name indicates, very difficult physically. I got up at six in the morning, three times a week and started my day by being practially murdered by the coaches. We did runs, sit-ups, push-ups and what not - and the best of all, we got to beat up punching-bags. Punching is surprisingly hard, I'll tell you. But bloody good fun all the same and an excellent method to relieve oneself of whatever rage one might feel. This brutal fitness course also included some drastic dietary changes (i.e. no sugar, less carbs, more proteins and rivers of water). This insanity went on for 12 weeks and ended on 3. september. Ever since, I've felt this growing need to exercise (me- of all people) and all my dancing classes just weren't doing it for me so I took up jogging and now run happily all around Rek. Very un-characteristic, to be honest, but it just feels so good.

Well - still panicking so- back to the books..

Edda

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Saturday, October 08, 2005

I'm going slightly mad

Yes, somehow the title of the famed Queen song truly applies these days. For the past week I have been studying the renounced romantics to the core; Blake, Burns, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley and Keats. I like them all - exept Blake. He is, to say the least, driving me completely stark raving mad. And how could he not? The man was a lunatic. You don't believe me? Listen to this:

"Expect poison from the standing water" -Yeah...

"The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth" -Who's coming along in a what now?

"The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest"-Well that's true..

"Where man is not, nature is barren"- This coming from the man who was an environmentalist if I ever saw one...

All these quotes come from The marriage of heaven and hell. These qoutes have nothing do do with heaven and hell. Loony. But a genious all the same. I really like his Songs of Innocence and of Experience, though. But this marriage stuff just isn't doing it for me.

Today I've been studying Keats. Poor bloke. It's beyond me how the man could write such beautiful poems in such mental agony. The same goes for all of them, really. But I guess that's what romanticism is all about, use the pain to create (exept for Wordsworth, who worked by the motto "emotion recollected in tranquility"). But enough about school. Since I'm already going slightly mad.

I nipped out for a couple of hours last night, sick and tired of studying. I was going to go to "Octoberfest" in school (that crazy German department, ey) but the queue was so insanely long I just nipped to my fav café instead (Café Victor, the one I took you to Emma, the last time you were here) and me and my friend Helga just sat there, drinking our coke and singing along with the band - bloody good fun actually. Went home at 1, which is pretty damn early for me on a friday night, to be completely honest, had a good nights sleep and got up at 10 this morning for my beloved Keats. And I'm seriously about to stuff it right about now, working so much this secluded can't be very good psychiatrically...

Phew! Lunchtime! At last a bit of time off... (as Bridget Jones so famously said)...

out

edda

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Thursday, October 06, 2005

Birth - and rebirth

I started thinking the other day. I've been blogging since october 2002. For three years. It's rediculous that I never blogged in English, since half of my family is English. Therefore I decided to start this minimalistic, custom designed web-page for all you relatives out there that must just be dying to know everything about my weary little life.

As it were, I am now an English major at the Univerisity of Iceland. It's just constant work, but very promising all the same. I took a year of from studying and went to work at a - well - I guess you could call it a department store. It's called BT (no, not British Telecom (harhar)) and sells computers, various electronics, DVD's, computer games, consoles and what not. As a result I now have extensive (well, extensive for a girl!) knowledge of computers, hard drives, memory units, TV's, digital cameras, portable phones and what not. Probably the best year of my life, to say the least, even though this one promises to be just as good, if not better.

I continue my dance studies religiously and am now teaching one group of girls between 12-13 and they're just a trip. I hope that I'll complete my diploma this spring, that is to say, graduate as a dancer.

Well let's be done with this mini-life story of mine for now. I've just completed a 13 hour study session, as I have a final looming next tuesday and I've completely stuffed my brain with all you can know about the romantics; Blake, Burns, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, Keats and what-do-you-mer-call-them. This essay I'm writing is also becoming a BIT tedious (who wants to write about Nature as an Exploitable Resource anyway? Not me, that's for sure), and I feel a rising need to actually get up and fix myself something to eat before I hit the hey (what hey? that's something I want to know). But I just can't be bothered. How weird is that? I've been dreaming about my bed all day and now when the hour in which I can freely slumber in it is finally upon me - I don't wanna. Besides, I got the idea of creating this little blog and when I get an idea I must execute. Immediately.

Just for fun, I'm gonna translate a bit of an entry I put on my Icelandic page the other day. To explain a bit, there is a "game" circling around the blog world these days called "Tag- your'e it." The point is basically to write down five things about yourself that people generally don't know. Here goes:

1: I have an extra bone on my right foot (dorsum pendis to be exact). This extra bone of mine is covered in scars since it frequently hits the floor during dance rehersals. It rises from my foot like a mountain and has caused genreal panic among children and men.

2:My shoe size is 6 officially but 7 in reality (or at least I think that's correct, I've never been good with the English sizes). Due to my constant stubbornness I've refused to accept this big-footed truth and used shoes no. 6 for the past (many) years. The result are extremely weird big toes, to say the least.

3: I got my navel pierced in some mini-rebellion when I was 15. I also have two tattoos, which I love. I'm not yet ready to reveal their true meaning, but I can tell you, it's funny.

4: Once I read a book full of completely useless information. That fine book was published in 1987 and is mainly responsible for the completely useless and uninteresting trivia that constantly flows out of my mouth. I read it 4 times in a row due to some inexplicable interst/sheer boredom and lack of a more interesting project.

5: I hate beer. And tea. And smoked haddock is just plain disgusting to me. Also I never put milk on my breakfast cerial, but put it in a glass and pick at it and drink a glass of water along with it. Cerial soaked in milk just isn't a juicy concept to me.

I hope this has clarified some things about me... or not. We'll see. Anyway, time to get to bed, it's 01:15 on a Thursday night and wee little 21 year olds such as myself really ought to be in bed. Oh let's be realistic. I'll probably crawl into bed and turn on FRIENDS - like always.

Out

Edda- bloggin bilingually

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