fragment

Now i remember something from yesterday:
I was at my grandmother's place with Mamma, and when the three of us were sitting around the small table in the kitchen, i suddenly got the feeling that we were all the same person. Three generations - and we look the same and have the same behaviour and way of talking. I looked through old photo albums and saw the same phenomenon. Isn't life remarkably strange?

The Portrait of... who knows?

I believe it is good practice to keep a blog. Maybe, one day, i'll become a writer!

Some days ago i thought about portraits. It would be so nice to take good pictures of people you love and then give them "back" as a gift. And maybe to draw some as well. Some people are definitely supposed to be cought on camera and some on canvas. Are you a photograph or a drawing?
Today i thought about a lot of good things to write, but now they are all gone. Maybe, if i start cleaning, they will come back to me. I'll give it a try.

we are being lazy.

Yes, i was supposed to look for a job today, and i actually applied for some, but since i don't like being in touch with money and work and all those... earthly things i ended up at the perfumery. Much more fun, i tell you.
When asking for "something with tubereuse" i got to look through some folder with descriptions of all the perfumes. The Alexandria library in the world of scents! A tubereuse perfume was not to be found, however i found something else. Oh! The description: Rose, patchouli and bergamott, amongst others.
It was a good perfume, Attraction by Lancôme. Now i'm even more desperate for a job.

FAME

Haven't we all tried searching on our name on the internet? There is a name for it, ego-googling or something. What is the name?

What i found was, except for all the pretty flowers, an interview from a music festival two years ago. I was caught because i was dancing and slamming on a saucepan (very rebellious!), and then i spent the morning at the police station and was found by the tabloid reporters on the way back to the tent. Ah! My wild youth - Mamma was very proud of me and told all the neighbours about it. It was like being a real celebrity for a week when people came up to me and told me that they'd seen me on the net. I can't say that i liked it, but then again i've never liked the spotlight. Not even with sunglasses on.
And yes; i wear exactly the same clothes as i do now, more than two years later. The borrowed checked shirt and the x-files t-shirt.

something's gotten hold of my heart

I've started to remember my dreams again!
They left me somewhere during spring, but now i seem to remember more and more. I will give you dream reports as much as i can since they are far more interesting than my own life.
The other night i dreamt that i was back in Reykjavík (yes, i'm sure it was a drem. There was sun and blue sky.).
I was there to look for a job and a room, without any plans but with high spirit and in an adventurous mood. To start off, i went to 10-11 to buy some breakfast for next day.
At the entrance i met some jolly Icelanders and i was invited to a dinner.
We went inside and i headed for the carrots. I thought about buying bread too, but they had some special price on carrots and in the end i bought three bags. Although i forgot a big sum of money by the cash desk, life was great.

And i also believe that i will become ill if i stay here much longer.

change of mind

OR i could get a kitten, instead. Kittens are cute.

Lyrics to mess me up.

Why on earth did i puy Courtney Love beneath "C"? I must have been out of my mind/tired/drunk. "Americas Sweetheart" isn't one of my favourite cd's, but her lyrics always make me sweat.

(here i intended to quote one of the songs, but they are all so true and i was too shy)

They never really explain anything, but still they tell a lot.

Today Isak came over. He's a sweet boy in a pink lacoste shirt, and i read the cards for him lying in the grass and we talked about Monty Python movies. Then: some tea blend (for me) and the movie "Icelandic Dream". This is one of the best movies i've ever seen, please borrow it one day. The first sunny day here in a long time, and i'm sitting inside with the curtains down.
I also thought about getting a boyfriend today. It seems to be very interesting, and nice to have another place to sleep and eat, and another cd collection and clothes to borrow.

Don't mess with the girl in the shades

I'm the same person as i was when i started blogging.

Pieces of evidence:

Yesterday i forced my neighbour, great haircut guy, to sit and watch American Psycho with me and another friend at his place (next door. Which should i use? "Great haircut guy" or "boy next door"?).
Today i bought P J Harvey's Is This Desire? and a pair of sunglasses.
So far, i've had two cups of tea.

About something else: someone likes my blog! That is so nice. thank you.

after eating crab: perfume on both hands

I am an Asteroid. I am a drifter. I go where life leads, which makes me usually a very calm and content sort of person. That or thoroughly apathetic. Usually I keep on doing whatever I'm doing, and it takes something special to make me change my mind. What Video Game Character Are You?

Blame it on the boogie

Arash: I'm mr.disco-legs, I eat guitars and dance to disco, like pet shop boys, I dress like them sometimes...DANCE THE DISCO

Roberto says: lalalaa sluta dilla o börja pilla! bara va ett flum o lite dum men nu e det bra här ida du o ja"!

Franz says: I am honoured to be guest writing on this blog. It gives me the opportunity to share my thoughts and feelings. Not that I have anything important to share. All ist sehr gut. Ich heisse Franz Jäger unt ich habe ein haus unt eine kleine nacht musik. Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Jawohl! Halleluja!

Desperation on the Main Land

It is to late to apply as an exchange student at HÍ and it makes me mad and sad because i'm out of money and without any job or anything and in desperate need of money.
You buyin'?

My only comfort right now is Bela Lugosi's dead by Bauhaus, that i play day after day after day.