Merry Christmas! ! !

Best to start with a swedish joke:

Två muffins i en ugn och den ena säger "Fan vad varmt det är här inne!!"
Den andra bara " AAAHHH, en talande muffins!!"

The days these days fly by.. where I´m sunken deeply in my economy trance. Lord this is boring she said. Last exam for 2006 is in 2 days.
This weekend there was another wineboxcelebration in our house. Julfest, they said. Housemate-Christmas-Party. Another occasion to clean out the housebar..

Yes, the first time in my life I have something asimulated with a bar. At home. A home-bar. But it is not my fault..Visitors just leave things in our hands. Unattended. And Marlous´s hotelguests leave behind litterally all, from A-Ö, sorts of beverages (I guess that is why we are stuck with Strawberry champagne and Jack Daniels) Any takers?

So without direction we were blindly lead to Göteborgs-Nation, which the word on the streets is code for “Brats&Bimbos”..That turned out to be true.
We LOVED it! It was such a bad place that you couldn´t resist falling in love with the arobic-music-dancefloor where we all sadly Pumped-It. The “it” being everything from Call on me to Boten Anna.
Magic or tragic?

Coming home in 3 days!
White Christmas?

Til hamingju með afmælið Katrín!:)

Deep Purple -Hush

Það er komið jólaskap hér á bæ!

Christmas songs - Winter Wonderland

OSLO - for a day!





The amazing Vigelands Sculpture Park

The Munch Museum - The scream

Holmenkollen - Ski Jump! (in the foggy mountains..)

This is how Holmenkollen looks like - This is what we saw!

James Blunt - Wisemen

Marlous and I are leaving solid ground.
Here we soon are.
Next stop..Norway!

ohoj!
Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose

Everybody hates Chris
I am totally head over heels in love with this show..

Chris: This is my mother Rochelle..she has a hundred recipies for wooping ass!


I´m will knock you into another family!
I´ll slap your name out of the phonebook!
I will knock you into last night!
..Or I will slap the nails off your toes!
I´m gonna put my foot so far up your behind you´ll have toes for teeth!

And that look meant "there's a slap over here if you want it."

Pick this crap up before I slap the shine off your head!

Tonya: Mom, where's Chris?
Rochelle: His bike got stolen. I told him not to let anybody ride it. So I smacked him into next week. He'll be back on Tuesday.

Moloko - Sing It Back

Thought I might throw in some photos of the last couple of days since I should be doing something else. Liesbet and her friend Karen were here for a visit!! So nice to have them here and show them around.. the weekend just flew by. Way to short! Friday party at home with homemade Salmiakki and "potluck"dinner which could feed a whole army..we are still eating it. Out dancing in Malmö and a 30 minute puke-ride (bus w/puke) home..jahk!

When we woke up on saturday it was already dark again (I still wonder if there was ever sun that day...welcome to the north!) and we crawled over to Denmark sightseeing.

The whole trip was sponsored by Jule Tuborg!!

Tivoli - Copenhagen Tivoli - Copenhagen
Julenisse
Karen&Liesbet
Kongens Nytorv

Tivoli in Copenhagen
Fruitmarket in Lund

Finley Quaye&William Orbit - Dice

This hasn´t really been a productive day so far.. I don´t know what to tell you except declare my hate over a thing called karaoke.. I just don´t understand.
Last night I worked again w/Karin behind the bar and this night attracted some of the most annoying people I´ve had the privilage to meet. Once someone takes their pants and/or shirt off during an already horrible karaokesession they have reached my limits..but don´t worry, I just went and made more coffee.

Next week we´re getting visitors!!:) Liesbet and her friend Karen from Belgium are flying in! And there is already scheduled another houseparty on friday.
I could have been in Belgium w/Marlous right now but no..I decided to stay in Lund studying! why!?!
Time to continue my exciting day right now. Salut!

The swedish music corner:

Nanne Grönvall - Håll om mig



Darin - Step up



Alcazar



Timbuktu - Stirra ner

What to do what to do...decisions, decisions.
Waiting for snow, candels, glöggi, christmaslights and the danish JuleTIVOLI to open...and I´m waiting for something which I don´t know what is yet. Waiting for holiday and brainlessness.

I have a christmasflight home: 21 december!
Dear Santa, put my love in my suitcase. And worldpeace.

Laleh - Live Tomorrow

Only two days left of my pyjamapants-season..when you roll out of bed only to put on the coffeemachine. Snooze for 5 minutes and roll out again to study. All the life-long day...Can´t wait for freedom!!
My brother Atli just arrived to the area! (Copenhagen) Can´t wait to see him... and I´m assuming that all of my friends from home will arrive at the airport as well:) At least Sandra!
Helduru ekki að ég sjái í gegnum "skólinn er að kæfa mig og ég er formaður stúdentafélagsins..halla malla"..þetta er ódýrt!

It´s MTV-madness here!! The Music Awards across the street!!

Ryan Adams - Wonderwall

Seb, every song makes me think of times which often didn´t seem so funny at the time.. Like escaping to the next town singing "I´m a MILLIONAIRE! I have all this money and you have to help me spreading it around!..Money, money, money..":) after shit paychecks. And NO money. Honey.
I should have been a Lumberjack. Then I´d be ok.
I almost threw my book at the radio hearing that Beatles-song. Oh George. Rock Hallelujah. Didn´t know whether to laugh or cry. I looked up, what did I see...SEXY EYES! Then I actually came to the point of crying...SEXY EYES! God knows I wanted to break free. Listening to more made me realize that I was now all by myself..The Little Fella (M) couldn´t take more. Girls. In the morning it´s girls cause in the evening it´s girls. Back in the day. Disco, discoduck. Try your luck, don´t be a duck.
when you're out there
Without care, it´s mint in my cup,
Yes I am getting crazy, probably, Yes just like you.
Reading you mail was. Rock Hallelujah.
when I grow up and you´ll be a Little Fella, there will come a day where there will be no more Tori Amos and everyone has to do what I say. Even you. So take the starter-cutlery. And breadbasket. Don´t eat it. We just crusify ourselves. We should have become Lumberjacks.
Je cherche une âme, qui Pourra m'aider Je suis D'une génération désenchantée, Désenchantée. You know.

Turn around, Seb we´ll be Brothers in Arms and deal the cards in the shape of our hearts:*
Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit sad that you´re never coming around. Talk. En tete a tete. Listening music. Drink. Boring. Napkins.
Ramalama I miss you Bang Bang

HA HA HA.. bless your soul

Look! I´m a millionaire!



Dr.Hook - Millionaire

Takk takk fyrir allar kveðjur, kort og símtöl á afmælisdaginn:) Úff farin að hlakka soldið til jólanna!

Thank you for all the nice messages&cards&phonecalls on my birthday, made me really happy:)
I had a great friday with marlous and in the evening a very good houseparty, followed by a night of dancing Cuba Salsa at Mejeriet. You could feel the sweatty dirty dancing atmosphere and some couples there were somewhat more than regulars..it was their turf and they let everyone else know it. It was the first time, outside the movies, that I saw someone recieve a businesscard and placing it in their bra. Great birthday!

Björk - Joga (live)

How bad is the studying going if you are doing THIS instead?!?...

Who made who - Rose

Howdy folks!
yes I´m sorry..I´m going through a bad blog period at the moment, so I´m available on skype: username: drifais

big exam the 31st, so now I´m trying to set my mind to it.Hmm..
Living in a little stamp with Marlous again is going really well! We´re hoping to save some money and make a trip somewhere soon.. Helsinki is in topseat, followed by Oslo and Poland. On friday its my 22nd birthday!Jeej! There will be houseparty here with the flatmates, anyone whos in the neighbourhood is invited:)

Here are some photos from saturday nights Wild West-staff-party at Lunds Nation.. (we got a free party since we were bartending there) The evening was great and so much fun but I think everyone had a bit too much free alcohol..you tell me


and the Drag King award goes to...



Soggy Bottom Boys - I am a man of constant sorrow

IKEA is so sneaky.
If you buy a bed you´re not expecting questions like "what kind of legs would you like?"... aren´t they a part of the bed? It´s like buying a car and they sell you the stearing wheel seperately. Sneaky.

What I´m doing these days is this: groupwork about Hennes&Mauritz.. Ask me anything!

News from our home..M and I just invested in a great coffeemachine!

Carla Bruni - L´amour

Home improvement!

Today it was finally the hour to clean that red Jello (that in wartime with neighbours (2,5 year ago) got thrown all over our kitchenwindow)..The Jello had settled down and had a life of its own, happily married to the glass, so I spent a good half an hour on our rooftop armed with knife, spunge and dangerous chemicals killing it.
Mats spent 3 hours inside those showers. Christoffer was inside and about a microwave cursing all previous inhabitants of the house. Scrubbing the walls and everywhere I got truly impressed by people who manage to put food up in the ceiling!!

While Amy was down on her knees in pots&pans, Martin and I built (from scratch!) a bartable out on the balcony using all sorts of crap we found in a closet..Its remarkable what you can find in random closets!! A bicyclewheel, broken x-maslights&sterio, condomAds, baseball bat, wood, chemicals for everything, sandpaper, men´s deodorant, sunchair, 500 flowerpots, wintershoes size 43 etc but worst of all..a bag full of UNDERWEAR!.. Human behaviour like this is so strange.
.
We don´t have a kitchentable anymore since we threw it out as a motivation to redesign the livingroom ourselves...and we voted wether or not we should use that baseball bat we found to trash the oven so we´d get a new one..(note: our oven should be put in museum..last year it almost burned down the whole kitchen)

Any of who wants to come for a visit to Lund is more than welcome:)

p.s Yes, we do grow our own vegatables and potatoes, as well as keeping a chickenfarm and fishing for dinner.

Dolly Parton - Working 9 to 5

Volleyball.
I know the ball. I basicly know the rules of the game. I´ve played a few times at school..(all girlteams,where the ball was allowed to bounce and the net was 2 meter high! )
(MR-stelpur þið vitið hvað ég er að tala um;) )

This night a mixed volleyballteam needed more girls..me and Amy figured for practise with total amateurs, so why not.
When arrive there is some league/tournament going on!! We get pushed onto the field with a net THREE TIMES my own length, placed in a team with 3 tall men of one starts shouting something like.."..get the ball in the right corner to the setter and go to the blocker.."!!??

All of a sudden we are facing the opponents including 2 30-year-old guys and 2 butches with huge thighs...Help! The JUGDE (there was a judge people!) shouts GAME ON! and we are still thinking what tha hell is a setter?!
A side from a catastrophic loss (and a bit of ballfobia up front by the butches)... it was a very fun game and thanks to my years of waitressing and tennis I managed to put in some serves..score! AFTER the game we practised the setting and blocking:)
Next week Marlous will take my spot on the team as I will stick to my bartending;)
I think I´m joining the "innebandy"-team instead.

CocoRosie - Good Friday

summerhit at home, another icelandic band, love the video..is it in Kaffibarinn??



Jeff Who? - Barfly



Mugison - Murr Murr

Elections tomorrow!
People are just going mad here...supporters are throwing themselves at you in the streets and you come home with a kilo of brocures on top of the other 3 that are piled next to your mailbox..crazy
A little wooden house for election in Malmö was under bombthreat...
I´m staying at home the whole weekend.

The house has recieved 2 new soldiers! Amy f/Canada and Martin f/Helsingborg..as welcome we had houseparty followed by dancing our asses off to very bad europop at South-Sweden Nation..Getting home. By bicycle. 2 persons. Drunk.

Etta James - I´d rather go blind

I´m back and alive! Although passing Denmark a few times..but that is a whole other story. Now cozing in pyjama in the little Lund-purse (at home). Time to unpack bags and get some semi-order in my life..speaking of organisation, one week done of school and teachers are already preaching teories from 3 different books!! Help!

Many days have drifted on my days since we last spoke. Great past-Reykholt week in Reykjavík meeting friends..oh how I miss you all!

Rugsacked my way overseas (w/Scanlines H-H loveboat, 20min) to Kastrup where I experienced my second feeling of being homeless in life,( first being: overnightfreezing in Suomenlinna outdoors with neither coat or boat to get back.)
Kastrup is designed so people like me won´t sleep there..Abnormal COLD stonefloor and benches so uncompfortable that you actually prefer the floor. So I ended up "sleeping" on a meters piece of carpet outside the bar, I think I consumed quite a bit of airportdust during this hell night.

We made a daytrip to Gent which is a very nice city.


Meintje&Marlous had a goodbye-tent-barbeque w/too much Sangria and Mojito. GREAT party!Ghosts from the past, Liesbet and Tom f/Helsinki, showed up:)

Bicycling in the countryside&Hoogstraten.

Photos from Belgium






My favorite these days:
Paolo Conte - sotto le stelle del Jazz

The death of the red dragon; 5 km outside of Borgarnes..A toolmans professional oppinion was: "this car will never start again".

A few days ago the hotel recieved a beautiful wooden teabox. As a principle, I have so far maybe had 3 cups of tea my whole life. Drinking tea was just not my cup of tea. However, weak as I am, I ve completely fallen in love with this new fancy teabox..When open, appears a whole new world with new paths of life at your feet..
Completely worked out, tired and ready to get out of this hotel, my favorite time of the work has become to refill the wooden box. Now 4 days are left in the restaurant and i ve started my own one-woman-tea-marathon (i am so simple);

Russian Earl Grey ,Green Tea ORIENT ,Green Tea MINT (my favorite so far) ,Green Tea CITRUS,Yellow Label Tea ,African Rooibos ,Indian Spice ,Forest Fruits ,Blue Fruits ,Blackcurrant ,Orange Jaipur ,Lemon Tea ,Tropical Fruits ,Persian Earl Grey ,Camomille ,Earl Grey.. .usw

At this moment Im half a cup of my dislike Strawberry Tea.

Saint Germain Des Pres Cafe/Jamie Cullum - Devil May Care

(who on earth is responsible for this french keyboard!!! i cant find anything)

No excuse.. but i ve been working away the whole summer.. we are all on the verge of crying here so thankfully its only 8 days left..

There are some leftover photos HERE which say more than words, so I wont spend any for the moment.. but its a bit of a road, travelling, bicycling in Reykholt, parties.. and everyday life here.
I managed to fall into a river and lose one shoe.
Im finally writing postcards but i forgot all my addresses in Sweden so feel free to give me an address.

My good friend Seb is introducing me too all kinds of french music.. this is brilliant -
-M- - Qui De Nous Deux

All by myyyyyyself!! Don´t wanna be...all by myself!!!... this became the themesong of a GREAT trip in the south of Iceland. Singing along the highway with not a singel wheel in sight.

Day 1: CLOUDY: Rolling out of bed, Drífa and Marlous catching an early bus to volcano crater Kerið and taking a look at classic Gullfoss&Geysir. Beautiful as always. After desperate times trying to hitchhike back in direction of the ringroad..we got a lift including half an hour of near-death-experience. The lift we picked up was climbing into a HUGE HUMMER with a CRAZY driver..(poor guy had parkinson and was disabled..but that is no excuse for driving at 160km/h swinging from one edge of the road to the next licking the passing cars) When we finally got out of the car we had to take a moment to overlook our life and gather a new perspective on things - never been so happy to be alive. Walked in garbagebags through rainy-stormy-Selfoss and hitchhiked with a farmerwoman to Hella. Mosfell-Hotelmanager Gulli and housekeeping Katla were great enough to take us in. (Takk aftur!!:* ) Even though tenting has its charm we praised the lord for showers and cosy hotelbeds looking at the stormy weather outside.

Day 2: STORM&RAIN.

Armed with trashbags around ourselves we crawled to the side of the road with a hopeless feeling of getting a lift. 5 minutes later an army of 5 jeeps came to the rescue!!! My parents and their friends!!! This IS a small world.
Driving east in shitty weather with my parents was great!! In this ride we saw Skógarfoss, mountains and Jökulsárlón! So beautiful! We saw actual SEALS swimming around!!!
In the evening we barbiqued with the whole jeepteam at a farmers hostel by the roots of Vatnajökull.

Day 3: SUNNY SKY.

Since the weather turned the men decided to drive up on the glacier..we were more than happy to follow. Driving up the vertical road while the cars exchanged stupid comments in walkie-talkies was no picnic..but sitting in a car on the edge of a cliff was completely worth the spectacular view from the glacier!!! Rolling around in snow in the middle of July. We jumped out of the jeeparmy at village Höfn. On our own we got a short ride with fishing Father&Son and later on a man with long hair who had been living in Lund.

Stopping again in Jökulsárlón but now without the fog. Sitting on a rock spying on seals. After a long stay we catched a bus going to National park, Skaftafell, where we put up our little tent.

Day 4: SUNNY SKY/t-shirt:

Hiking in Skaftafell with beautiful view of the glacier and waterfalls. Packing up the stuff and hiking towards the ringroad...there we were once again. Spent a GOOD time on that road since the cars were of short supply at that hour. Out of the blue an old vehicle came rolling our way. An even older man, 85 years old with no teeth, jumped out. Such a cutie!!! We sat with him the better part of the day.. and he shared stories about his days. They were many. Such a cutie!!!!:)
Arrived in Selfoss quite late and very tired. Hitchhiked with a local on the way to the big city. Home again!
Photos of our trip

oh lord..off breakfast from hell w/Seb and Ewa.. I could only think of Pekka on a Sunday-Bloody-Sunday-on-a-Monday...with 5000 germans for breakfast and you have nothing left to offer than strawberry tea, herring, súrmjólk and some crackers. If the chef wasn´t on vacation he would be in serious physical danger from the breakfaststaff. I managed to pour half a liter of appel juice all over Drífa. I didn´t, but the audience enjoyed the show;)

yes and the piece of vehicle that we had...broke down with minor explosions..so now we are REALLY stuck here.

Memo to myself: don´t drink coffee with a tea-bag in it.

Húrra, Marlous is coming in 4 days and we´ll get 1 day of civilazation in Rvk. Can´t wait!
Now big coffee, Ella Fitzgerald&Louis Armstrong.
For everyone out there I´m going to recommend this swedish artist, Laleh, and her video, beautiful:

Laleh - Invisible

Two days of holiday!!
The plan is to go further mountain hiking.. if raining; read.
Yesterday the staff played football (kind of).. without the presence of teams or goals.. the game got therefore completely pointless but it´s not every day you see three polish girls running around like headless chickens (with beer in their hands).. chased by three french guys and Xabina.

Orishas - Represent, Cuba

National day and went to Reykjavík w/Seb picking up the Finn and the French. Couples in love are discusting and Johanna and Benji are getting out of hands.. Matching rugsacks and doing eachothers laundry is crossing the lines by far. However it is so nice to see them:) Many beers and some Pastis later it was morning and getting thrown out of a bar like The Dubliner is something you only do once.. being female in there is like being a celebrity!! Very much unwanted freakattention..For some reason we all decided to be finnish (repeating the word “munakoispaistos”) but that only gave us more attention and Lordi-remarks. And free drinks from creepy Germans!! Thanks to relation with Saga at Hotel Suðurgata we could get sober again in free hotelrooms. Thank you sweetheart:*

All luck in the world to Marlous who is doing the jury tomorrow!;)

Playlist for the summer:
Gnarls Barkley - Smiley Faces/Crazy
Roisin Murphy – Night of the Dancing Flames/ Ramalama (Bang-Bang)

Emilíana Torrini – Unemployed in Summertime

After a few supernice days in Reykjavík meeting family and most of the girls I find myself stuck “in the asshole of the world, not even by the ringroad” (Johanna Salo) Reykholt. To sum up: here is nothing. And a church.
The hotel is amazing! Every corner of the hotel is themed with Nordic Mythology.. Þór, Óðinn, Freyja, Freyr, Ægir, Baldur, Loki, Yggdrasill, Mímir, Urðarbrunnur, Hávamál etc and they even have a Lord of the Ring-lounge!!! It isn´t as bad as it sounds.
On top of this stuff we have a wellness center with all kinds of crap like Aroma therapy!, relaxing room, daybright therapy and an awsome massagechair!! Love it.

As for work in the restaurant it is great..Im working with Xabi (esp.) and Seb (fra) whom I already knew. The kitchensituation is totally towards the forrest!(di.transl.) First of all we don´t have a chef..small detail.. and second of all we have this person in kitchenhelp (from Hungary) who is so strange that no words can discribe...he is unbelievble.
Saga and Sandra, if you thought that 2003´s frozen&stuffed-in-the-microwave-breadCATASTROPH was stressy...you have no idea, back then we at least HAD bread! This person in the kitchen here makes the worst shit bread in history...on the outside it is so rockhard that you could seriously kill a man with it (preferably the one who made the bread) and on the inside it is always dough. And it tastes like shit too.
So while not having a chef it is all about survival in the kitchen...this lunchrush you could be flipping a fishpan and cutting vegatables while serving beer at the bar and answering questions about mythology.

Lifehouse - Everything

Everyone, I am now an owner of a bicycle! A very old rusty female citybike...it is purple and white, very classy I know..but it works so it serves its purpose. I think i´m going to spray it with some graffiti spray although I might me mistaken for a bicyclecrook. I bought it in a dark alley (at 11 o´clock in the evening) from a chineese exchangestudent...she looked quite suspicious. Hmm...but I though it would be wise to buy a bike 5 days before I leave to Iceland.
Enough about the bike, I´m going home tomorrow!!!:) Finnished the last schoolproject yesterday and now enjoying the summer.
So looking forward to see everyone at home and I already have a Kaffi Vín date with Brynja.

Gyllene Tider - Sommartider