ok, I´m over it. Fjuff. Had you worried there for a second.

Right now I´m waiting on Marlous to get here. Tomorrow is the 1st of december party our house. So if you are in the neighbourhood there is an open door.

I want to go see the little cute one:

Gréta Mjöll og Hólmfríður Ósk Samúelsdætur - Ó María (Iceland)

I´m a bit into...these days....dare I say it, nordic scandinavian hip hop.
There, I said it.
Don´t worry, it will pass.
Try saying “finnish rap” with a straight face. Didn´t work, did it?
How adorable are these boys?

Fintelligens feat. Petter & Peewee - Stockholm-Helsinki (Finland&Sweden)

Quarashi - Stick ´Em Up (Iceland)

Snook - Inga problem (Sweden)

About wasting time.
You can always tell when people have examperiods (like right now) ..they tend to spend an unhealthy and abnormal amount of time on time-sucking things like myspace, blogs, facebook and even reading my good-for-nothing-blog...of course followed by obsessive cleaning of everything and doing everyones laundry.
This goes for me as well. I need to be doing so much else than writing this, whatever this being. Nelly says, I am like a bird. Cage me and I won´t fly.

So memo to self: I have laundry tomorrow at 07.00.
But how much time does this person have? I mean I bet she is either writing like a last minute thesis or has several life altering exams tomorrow... But she is truly hilarious:
Tegan and Sara “Trailer Talk” Redub (exact same voice):



Don´t do drugs.

Tegan and Sara – So Jealous (Canada)

cleaning catastrophe

I am the worst housewife in history of...housewives. When mopping the wooden floor I managed to knock over the entire waterbucket. This obviously resulted in water everywhere!! You could litterally SWIM from one end of the room to the other...Classic move.

I also burn cookies.

Sahara Hotnights - Cheek to Cheek (Sweden)

Íslenska míní - færslan
Ýrr bloggar frá Svíþjóð. Skemmtilegur penni. Ég verð sérstaklega að benda á færsluna <Íslenskt slúður> Hver kannast ekki við þetta! :)
x drífa

Vive la fete - Touche pas (Belgium)

F.Y.I.
Why do I always feel like such a nerd and/or loser when I put on my seatbelt riding the local bus?? I am the only one. Always. The seatbelts are there for a reason people. Does this honestly relate to cool-kids-sit-in-the-back-of-the-bus teenage trauma? I mean if there is an accident..who is laughing?
(well maybe not laughing but..)

And the christmaslights are officially up. I´m drowning myself in christmassongs&movies already! Next week the corridor (that is where we live, 3 girls and 5 boys) is going to have christmas baking with arts&crafts! All together now: "we are neeeerds!"

On the other end of my metaphorical roap ...I think I was raised by wolves. I can´t keep a schoolbook down..honestly, how can anyone be forced into reading 4 books on uberboring semiotics (possibly the thing that will cause my death) It´s practically criminal. Unchristian even. A wolf would just eat the damn books. Better invite some relatives for a cup a tea.

These guys are genius!!Applause! Applause! A movie-clip capturing Pasila (Helsinki), where I spent a not-so-sober-year. "Years and years of floor-parties, we never get out of the building"(Ale). Their house is an exact image of ours. We used to make mountains of piled up Karhu-bottles. Vodka in snow.



Who made who - Space for rent (denmark)

Big Time.
I´m having one of those happy love is all around days where nothing gets you down. Bring Sally up. And I´m determined to spread the happiness around. Annoying, I know. Just came back from a big Sunday walk with a bigger scarf to hide my awful cold. There was frost on the ground and I saw this girl solo-moving four massive paperboxes. She fell over. When I offered to help her carry the boxes she was so overwhealmed with gratitude and surprise as if she believed kindness of strangers was just a myth.
A wise man (Joey on Friends) once said “there is no such thing as a selfless good deed”. And if helping that girl with paperboxes made me smile even more..then volunteering with the poor and hungry must be one big fat orgasm. Did I just say this outloud?

Never in my life have I started christmas shopping this early. In fact I´m almost done. I´m usually the one running around on Þorláksmessa (23 dec). The family is even getting bigger this year with my brother and his girlfriend Karen having a baby. They are going to be beautiful parents :D

"Swift never took a lift,
and neither did Robinson Crusoe do so".

Another one of the favorites.. Music makes my every day.
Björk Guðmundsdóttir - Big Time Sensuality

Living on the edge
Just started a new course on Storytelling within hotel&restaurant..I have no clue what its about yet since the first lecture was held in danish and todays lecture sounded as interesting as a pile of sand.
My attention goes to continue reading The Devil Wears Prada drinking coffee at my favorite music store/café in Malmö. Now if I only smoked i´d ve very sophisticated there..or sophistiqué as I would say were I to wave a cigarette...nobodys perfect and have we all learned from our mistakes.

Got back from Belgium two days ago. And what a great trip it was, although we spent most of the time being either drunk or hungover.

Now, to continue my telling I have to make a pause and teach you one very important flemish word.. (and from then on you won´t be able to not use in making a sentence).
The word is: marginaal and you can use it referring to people and/or a place inhabiting these people who are “living on the edge”. Sort of speak.

Example 1:
On Thursday Marlous and I went to meet Ines and Sheba at a very marginaal party..Why was the party marginaal? Because at this “party” there were max (MAX!) ten persons including ourselves..(five of whom I think were working there) The only solution to this problem was to get hammered. There we were: four girls dancing/limboing/singing dramatically alone on a massive empty dancefloor with a DJ about to cry with our stupid song requests. That is what I call owning the party..but we didn´t leave it at that. Once you go marginaal you only want to get more marginaal. We made this possible by going to the sadest karaokebar in town by which I have now haunted flashbacks of Marlous and Ines “singing” Ace of Base and people actually JUMPSTYLING (which is the most silly looking thing since sliced bread). I think this whole situation is at least in Top 3 of the most marginaal experiences of my life.

Example 2:

On Saturday we went to Ghent to meet friends of M, Nele&Stijn, who just had a babygirl. She was so tiny, beautiful and cute..with the little feet and everything:) When Stijn asked me to hold her I secretly got a total responsibilityshock (having killed the flower and all) I haven´t held a baby since my sister was one and now she is sixteen!

In the evening we were to meet Battal and Jutta for either a hip arty party or a very marginaal one. We miraculously landed in a pre-party with sort of strangers, Lizl and Fleur (who I met this summer in Antwerp) and some more strangers. Hip as we were we went to the hip cool arty party which was held in what I think was some strange russians livingroom (we had to ring the doorbell to get in&a 70-year-old man answered)..The party turned out to be too cool for us and we didn´t reach a higher level when a naked woman w/writings on her body floated around on stage.
So we were off to the marginaal party which was just that, marginaal. With countless of drinks the sweatty dancefloor was bumpin´ with music from the 90s (marginaal) At 5-6 in the morning people were still hanging in there, dancing to Britney bitch and what not, totally beyond saving from the marginaalness. Marlous and I somehow got home with the train at 8 the next morning.. All in a great party with greater people..Reminded me of my Nellys days in Reykjavik. Conclusion: Marginaal parties are the greatest! Stay uncool.

Song of the night by the cute Swede: Robyn&Kleerup – With Every Heartbeat


I´m off to a wine&cheese-evening at Ulrikas!