a Saga of Sheep

Just in case anyone actually reads this; I'm still alive. Back to school and enjoying myself, as always, after a crazy summer at a hotel. We were so few working there that we all (almost all of us, not counting those who weren't working very much or were just there part-time) had at least two or three different jobs. For example, I was a waitress, shopkeeper, dishwasher and I've at some point cleaned everything inside said hotel. In fact, I think I tried everything beside cooking. The list for everyone else is something akin to mine, maybe longer. Yep, a lot of fun, especially because I began my first day there after 5 hour sleep. I had just finished my last nightshift at the farm and was planning on taking few days to be awake during the day and sleep over the nights, for a change. None of that.

Oh, and I'm bored. And need to take shower. And I've still got to study... dammit.

Know what? I've lost my frickin' voice for the third time in my life! Not fun. Before I lost my voice the first time, there was never anything wrong with my throat, I got the flu and got sick and had a runny noise, coughed slightly, but I NEVER got a sore throat! Until I was 14-15. And since then I've been losing my voice every now and then if I start coughing. And due to flu, I missed my German exam. I just hope the teacher likes me enough to allow me to take it tomorrow. No, wait... the only day in the week when I'm NOT in German, oh joy.

And I need to write about 5 pages of notes in history, and another 5 in astronomy/earth-something-logy. Ugh. I just can't wait to get back to school.... yeah. And stop watching Animaniacs and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, it's not healthy, I think, but I can't help it. If I get sick, I want to watch cartoons, I don't know why.

Anyway, I'm off, trying to study before I fall asleep. Study German, maths, history, English and et cetera. (See? I learned this from my English teacher!)

Know what I agreed to do? No, I don't think you do. I agreed to write a fanfic.
Fanfic with Christmas-theme.
Harry Potter fanfic with Christmas-theme.
Romantic Harry Potter fanfic with Christmas-theme.
Romantic Harry Potter fanfic with Christmas-theme and Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald as main characters.
And I have no idea why I agreed to do it. It has something to do with madness, I think, unhealthy food and too little sleep. Although I do sleep more than many others my age (mostly thinking about Diana... she sleeps four hours per night, if lucky. Maybe just two) I know that I don't eat more than my roomie. But it doesn't count, she isn't fat. Maybe I'm nervous, exams begin in December, but there's a test in Germany on Monday. I think I'll have to score over 6 to pass the course! There must be some reason for why I agreed to do romantic homo-sexual fic, there simply MUST be! I've never written anything romantic without letting other read it over first, but the best one is acting as a judge in this contest, so she won't be able to read it over.
Darn. Or, sheizen.

Yes. That's it. Now I'm going to listen to Mulan, Lesson number one, in German and hope that I'll learn something.

I got 9.5 out of 10 on the Laxdæla! Highest student in both groups ^^ Ugh. I was reading old entries, and hell, my grammar is bad! I always forget one word, and without this one word the sentence doesn't make any sense at all. Sheizen! Oooh! I've got to tell you about this word, sheizen. I made it up when swearing with the word "shit" or, when it is put into Icelandic grammar to some point, "shitturinn". I had been wondering how German swearing words were like and suddenly started to say this, sheizen. In Icelandic, it's supposed to sound like "shjæsenn/shjæsinn" but I don't know how to put it into sound-words in English, my knowledge is simply not enough and I'm too tired to attempt it.

Indeed. I'm regaining my status as a nerd in my new school. Back at pre-school, it was a common knowledge that I knew the answer. Let me rephrase that: everyone thought it guaranteed that if they didn't do their homework, then they could copy mine. That was actually true, but for some reason everybody was surprised each time I wasn't the highest in biology and things like that. And it happened a lot, really. I've always been average in scientific-courses, never horrible or great, just average. Yet the whole classroom was always surprised, I don't understand why!

But I don't know what's happening, last Monday must have been the best day ever in my life. Highest in Laxdæla, got 8 for a lecture I did about butchers and the only bad thing that stood about it was that I didn't speak clear enough, got 2.3 out of 2.5 in maths and 9.3 in English in conditionals! I was sure something terrible would happen that day, but it didn't. I walked home, was in the computer, studied, called home to brag a bit about my grades (I just had too!) ate and read. (Home for me are two places, one is where my school is and the other is close to the middle of nowhere. I had to move away to be able to attend school). Then I went to sleep and dreamt that Baltasar Kormákur was going to direct a movie, based upon one of my books! We were sitting with my parents in the dining area of the school, on the table that I usually sit at, and when he was talking to me he always put his hand on my arm. It annoyed me because his hands were freezing cold! Then I woke up at five o'clock in the morning, without being tired. I figured out that the window was open and cold wind had blown at my arm, that's why I thought his hands were cold. And I was watching him in TV last Saturday, so I'm not surprised that I dreamt all this.

But yay! Now I've written enough and can go back to my lovely German and popcorn! ^^

I soooo need to start using this thing! I've now started in... *checks dictionary*... Well, this is ridiculous! When I check it in Icelandic-English, I get upper secondary school, but I decided to find out what college is then, and I got the Icelandic word! Didn't understand? Framhaldsskóli - upper secondary school. College - framhaldsskóli. That's just plain stupid.
Doesn't matter. I'm in college now and will most likely be here for the next 4 years, unless I get a super-brain and finish in three years, or three and a half. Has anyone here seen Firefly/Serenity? Good TV show/movie, but the movie won't make sense if you haven't seen the TV-show.

I can't really write more here, I have this lovely test awaiting me tomorrow from the Icelandic saga "Laxdæla". One of the oldest love triangles in Icelandic history, but there's of course "Gunnlaugs saga Ormstungu". I've still got to take notes form 15 chapters. It worked last time for me to read all the chapters the evening before the exam and take notes, I got 9. But darn, those chapters are longer and more complicated. Anyways, farewell.

Oui, dear monsieur. I am a genius!
Thus starts the tale of "Automatic Response" which I have not started or ended. Actually, I just made up the title about... five seconds ago? Anyway, after watching PotO I had "Angel of Music" sounding in my head, bugging me in every way possible. I decided to try and play it on the piano that is here. No, not a real PIANO actually... I think... ah, doesn't matter! But, I pressed one key and it fitted with the beginning of the song, I pressed the next and that one fit too... I was able to play it within three minutes! Now, I have managed to play "Wishing you were somehow here again" somewhat decent, although I don't like a small part of it. I even managed to play it with both hands! I can't wait until school starts, there I can play it on a real piano.

I've fallen in love with the songs from Phantom of the Opera. Almost all of them. Also, I've come to a conclusion: I need to find out if anyone here in Iceland has had the brain to publish the book here, doesn't matter if it is in English or Icelandic. Just, God forbid, NOT in French!

DON'T READ THIS IF YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AND DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING!!!

Sorry, that was not the conclusion I was going to reveal here. The real one was: Christine liked Raoul better because she KNEW him better and thought him to be a safer choice. Perhaps, if she had spent more time with Erik, she'd have liked him better. Much better. But you know, if my friend hadn't told me how the story ended (along with a very detailed version of Moulin Rouge, which I did not find nearly as fascinating as the Phantom, the songs in MR were taken from other artists so I value the songs in PotO much more... and just think they are more beautiful) I'd have thought Christine was returning to Erik when she came back with the ring. Honestly, it would have been a perfect ending! But alas, it was not so. Instead, I am losing myself in fanfictions and listening to tons of music from the movie!

I got a Easter egg! No, really! And a cold and cough on the 23th. "Þorláksmessa" as it is called here on the little rock. I've barely been out of the house! So, all I've been doing for the past days is sitting inside, trying to eat, trying to learn how to write with ink pens (without knocking the ink over), watching Dead's Man Chest, which I got from my brother, and Phantom of the Opera, which was showed in TV yesterday and I ADORE now! I'm trying to find a interesting fic on FF.net... and a download of the songs! *sigh* And, of course, listening to the Tokio Hotel CD that my friend burned for me as a Christmas gift, along with this thingy that I don't know what is called in English. Mouth harmonica? Well, that would be the direct translation. Ah, yes, and a lamp in the form of a star that changes color.

So, here I am, bored to death and cursing myself because I haven't got a decent idea for a Christmas-fic. My head isn't working. I think I'm going to continue to eat my Easter egg and read LotR... no, then my eyes will hurt. Damn that small print! Watch PotC again? Phantom of the Opera with Iron Maiden or Blink 182? Bleh, I'll find something. If not I'll just pretend I'm a hamster and start dancing Riverdance.

Snow is fallin, all around me
children playing, having fun
it's the season, love and understanding
Merry Christmas Everyone!

It's funny, in the Icelandic version it's never said "Merry Christmas". But as I like to write stories and poetry, I changed this song so it would suit the weather that is here now better.

Rain is fallin, all around me
horses drowning, which is bad
it's the season, flooding all over
Someone save me, for I am stuck!

Get out help me, I am stuck here
there is water, everywhere
I am cold now, because it is raining
there’s no snow now, not not now

On tiny hill I’m standing right now
can someone please find me
‘cause it is really cold and I am pretty wet!

Wind is blowing, rain is falling,
I got stuck here, and you know what?
I am freezing my damn ass off
what am I to do now?

On tiny hill I’m standing right now
can someone please find me
‘cause it is really cold and I am pretty wet!

Wind is blowing, rain is falling,
I got stuck here, and you know what?
I am freezing my damn ass off
What am I to do now?
What am I to do now?
What am I to do now?

Rain is fallin, all around me
horses drowning, which is bad,
it’s the season, flooding all over
Someone save me, for I am stuck!

Get out help me, I am stuck here
there is water, everywhere
I am cold now, because it is raining
There’s no snow now, not not now
There’s no snow now, not not now
There’s no snow now, not not now


Usually, there are news about snowstorms somewhere but noooo, not now! Sure, it's windy, but there is RAIN everywhere! People can't go anywhere because of water and rain everywhere, not because of snow! And some horses that were outside have drowned :( Fortunately, not here, it's more in the southern part of the land. Well, if you can call this tiny rock in the North Atlantic sea "land". We were talking about it in school, that it is in fact amazing that people wanted to live here. The weather isn't nice, because of volcanoes many animals have died here, hard winters, rocky landscape and often very hard to go to the next farm! Completely isolated from the rest of the world! Yet, we have somehow managed to survive on this rock by using everything available and eating practically everything. Did you know that Icelandic people eat sheep balls, sheep heads, sheep hearts, bulls tongues. Oh, and some people even eat the eyes when eating the sheep heads! Yummy, don't you think? It was my part-job last autumn to put the balls, liver and hearts into bags! Someone was wondering if I ever tried to juggle with the balls... I never did, but if I can work there next autumn, maybe I'll try....

My cousin fell in love with my hamster. He is a long-haired hamster with more than 1 cm long hairs! But it's very strange about him, one of his eyes gets white when he is awake like he is blind or something. But it looks normal when he has just awoken. I don't know what's wrong with him!

Anyway, Merry Christmas!
Joyeux Noël!
Frohe Weihnachten!
Glædelig jul!
GLEÐILEG JÓL!!!

Having fun at school. Just finished a pillow in one of my classes! I haven't touched a sewing-machine for three years (and those three years ago I used it in one class, for about five minutes) so I am very proud of myself ;)

I'm out of ideas. Am going to compete in a Icelandic HP fanfic contest with a Christmas-theme. Phew. I NEED ideas! Ah, I'll get some... even if it's at the end of time we have to send in. I mean, it's in the family to be on the last minute with practically everything, I'm no expection.

I don't have anything at all to say here, I just had to say something. Merry Christmas if I want update anything here before Christmas!

I have the feeling that I am going slightly mad. I thought I updated at the end of november, but obviously I didn't. I've surveyed a theme-week and a whole festival where I wrote the opening speech and one half-minute play, that I played in and of course I messed it up in a way that only I am capable of! I had practiced what I was supposed to say at home many times... then I didn't say the first line right, but if I had thought clearly I'd have noticed that it didn't matter, I just had to change two words afterwards, but.... ah, didn't matter, noone really heard what I was saying. Still, it sucks.

Is anyone out there that would like to run a tiny shop in the middle of no-where? Or be a principal in a school that is in the middle of no-where? The last principal quit after being here for 3 and a half month. Actually, there hasn't been one male-teacher that has managed to last here for the last five years. Before that time there were several. Oh, well, it doesn't bother me, I didn't like any of them.

I think that this is enough for now.

Because I know some people that do not understand Icelandic (strange, it's so easy language...) I have finally decided to write something in English to entertain you people. Don't you think it was a good idea? I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I'll get into some kind of a trouble here. You have to excuse my English, it's not my main language.