tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36305262011-04-21T17:53:58.432Z.:an ice girl production:.hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-68702946897302568152008-08-18T17:44:00.002Z2008-08-18T17:51:16.062ZI do love my new job but it keeps me very busy. So busy that I rarely have time to meet the family and not nearly enough time to spend with my friends. As it's now gearing up for an even more than usual hectic weeks ahead with endless meetings, legal projects piling up, trips around Iceland as well as a short trip to Scotland, I took time out to priorities. While the pile of undone documents, hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-23496399873071376492008-07-28T22:28:00.004Z2008-07-28T22:38:12.852ZI didn't actually know I still had this page. I honestly thought I'd deleted all of my blogs a year ago but lo and behold here I still am. Lurking away on the internet with depressing stories of backpains, stomach aches and looming deadlines of Master's thesis.While no one in particular - and by that I of course mean no one at all - still reads this, I still think the internet will be happy to hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-36412466111994821802007-03-09T00:54:00.000Z2007-03-09T00:56:05.641Zmyspace.com/hildurevahildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-46098077849993228052007-02-22T02:49:00.000Z2007-02-22T02:54:14.985Zsick and tiredI've got this nagging feeling as if I left the water running or the stove on. To top it off I feel extremely homesick, which is not just sad but utterly bizarre since I'm actually lying in my very comfy bed in my very comfy home. Maybe this can all be traced back to the fact that I'm not sleeping despite the allconsuming comfiness.sounds like:homesick - kings of conveniencehildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-86764908843593605172007-02-17T03:19:00.000Z2007-02-17T03:35:42.977ZpressedIt might not seem like much but for me it's getting to be a little too much. I'm having a terrible year so far, in 84 days I have to hand in my Master thesis that's just not going, getting or doing anything at the moment. Except of course driving me crazy and remaining decidedly unfinished. Although I was lucky enough to get an internship for a great law firm I've spent most of my time hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-62157956986117384722007-02-05T08:22:00.000Z2007-02-05T08:23:49.806ZLife's been a bit odd lately, or maybe life's been the same as ever and I'm the one at odd with things. I'm not quite sure what is going on but I know that I definetly want to get even...hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-29365956639987643332007-01-14T17:14:00.000Z2007-01-15T02:29:20.515ZinsecuritiesStarted an internship with a prominent respectful law firm. For the day I've been there it looks promising and interesting and challenging in the best of ways but I now live in the constant fear that they'll find me out and send me packing. In order to minimise the changes of that happening I bought two pairs of shoes today. Nothing says professionalism like nice shoes.hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1159223572538894012006-09-25T22:30:00.000Z2007-01-10T21:42:03.253ZWent out for a pack of cigarettes 2 years ago. Still unsure when or even wether I'll be back but I'm sure if you all believe in fairies and clap real loud, Disney will come and charge you with copyright infringement.So clap away...hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1094243485668905102004-09-03T20:24:00.000Z2004-09-03T20:31:25.670Zschool's started again...
and my days are way too long. Which basically means that my nights are way too short. Last week I got 15 hours of sleep and handed in an assignment which I think went well, but I might be wrong. After only a week of classes I'm not sure we understood the assignment properly...
So this weekend I'm going to sleep and study since I'm already hundreds and hundreds of pageshildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1092502612929115462004-08-14T16:08:00.000Z2004-08-14T16:56:52.930ZNothing new really...
...which of course isn't really true. Even though the news are pretty much old and boring I did go on a shopping spree so I have a closet full of new clothes I can't really wear.
I know what you're thinking, and in most cases it's "Why buy clothes you can't wear?" even though some of you and you know you are, were first plagued by the "Get thee to a gym and diet for cryinghildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1090834246828135412004-07-26T09:28:00.000Z2004-07-26T09:30:46.826Zwent camping,
got surnburnt,
hiked for hours,
huge glaciers,
black deserts,
multible waterfalls,
sunshine the whole time,
no camera,
still tired,
hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1089973433686402432004-07-16T10:04:00.000Z2004-07-16T10:23:53.686Zto go or not to go*
I have one weekend off this summer and it's a week away. We had planned to go camping which I haven't done in years due to work and the whole being a big city kinda girl.
So I'm a big city kinda girl trapped in Reykjavík. Kinda funny really since Reykjavík is very far from being a big city even though Icelanders in general like to think it is. Reykjavík and the surrounding hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1088516200463275262004-06-29T13:36:00.000Z2004-06-29T13:36:40.463Zi really miss my computer :(hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1087899532086780452004-06-22T10:02:00.000Z2004-06-22T10:21:53.720Zmy computer broke, not down just broke.
Won't be posting alot - which of course isn't much of a change...
It's not that I'm not allowed to blog at work but it's frowned upon. Which basically means that I'm not allowed to blog but they're just too nice to be up front about it..
Also sun - sun with it's shining and heating things up. Sun and lots of it, which means that I basically have a hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1086692322023900582004-06-08T10:44:00.000Z2004-06-08T11:00:23.306ZI just can't get Everything with Alanis Morisette out of my head. Usually when a song gets itself stuck in my head it is entirely unwanted but somehow manages to plant itself inside my cranium and multiply so that even when I succeed in getting it out of my head it is still there, lurking in the shadows ready to jump forward and irritate the living hell out of me. This is not one of those time. hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1086373243973171622004-06-04T18:11:00.000Z2004-06-04T18:26:17.770Zbreaking up is hard to do... (or your wish is my command*)
haven't really had much to say lately and since I didn't reallly think anyone read this anymore I left what little I did have to say unsaid. Probably a good decision considering everything.
So everything is mostly a break up, a near flunk, moving, tears and a near death experience. Actually the last thing is a lie since I've been very hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1083773823461270492004-05-05T16:16:00.000Z2004-05-05T16:21:22.140ZIn one of my rambling about cellphones and how I hate the whole ringing they do I was pointed out that cellphones have off buttons.
Ok so it's true, they do. But the whole shuting one's phone off is a big thing. It's a statement I'm not really comfortable making. Maybe because I'm not entirely sure what that statement is really. But I do know that it is one, so I leave it on - instead I just puthildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1083458025667659952004-05-02T00:13:00.000Z2004-05-02T00:41:10.950ZSo I'm sick...
Not just sick and tired but also just plain, old fashion sick. I have a fever, my head and stomach hurt and I feel like every bone in my body is trying to grind itself into powder. What is unusual about my sick night in is not that I feel like fainting half the time - that's pretty usual - but that he actually went out for the night. None of that "I have to stay with you because hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1083442072215612772004-05-01T20:07:00.000Z2004-05-01T20:12:05.653Zevidentially we need to do everything together - oh goody...hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1082538401769677062004-04-21T08:47:00.000Z2004-04-21T09:11:15.560ZShe finially broke up with her boyfriend - for good this time, or so she says. They've been together for a few years and it's been a struggle for the most part. Of course the struggle has mostly been for her since he doesn't seem to have any problem with fucking, dating or even having relationships with other women. When I've questioned her about it she's always replied that she loves him but hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1082414301491809142004-04-19T22:33:00.000Z2004-04-19T22:44:18.606ZThe first time we had a fight he brought me flowers. He never does that anymore. Not because we fight so much that it would bankrupt him but because the flowers spun us into another fight.
I don't like getting flowers as a mean of asking for forgivness. If you say it and mean it, that's all you need. Flowers means guilt - also I don't really like flowers. Love them when they're fresh and hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1082327042659562282004-04-18T22:23:00.000Z2004-04-18T22:30:12.090Zstupidity
I finially watched Bowling For Columbine yesterday - got angry and sad and sick and angry again. The girls came over and we had to pause the movie 5 times to discuss the stupidity of Americans and how the world is going to hell in a handbasket*
Ok see, it's always so easy and nice to be able to blame everything that's going wrong on the stupid Americans. They in turn blame it on hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1082325980909384442004-04-18T21:32:00.000Z2004-04-18T22:52:29.326ZI know he's not cheating on me but I think he could.
Not like in a hypothetical situation were it could be a theoretical possibility because he is in fact a human and they do sometimes cheat. And I'm not saying that since he is a male he's pre-programmed to cheat...
No it's more than that but also less. I think he's at least emotionally cabable of it - It's just a feeling but I don't like it.hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1082160183036080872004-04-17T00:02:00.000Z2004-04-17T00:08:47.436ZI love the fact that he always lets me hold the remote control. And that he says I'm the most fun and beautiful girl in the world when I feel all bloated and bitchy.
I hate it when he falls asleep over the tv - but when I kick him off the couch I always feel a whole lot better.
Relationships are all about balance...hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1082125576075628242004-04-16T13:54:00.000Z2004-04-16T14:30:52.123Zmy car broke down in the middle of my bus strike...
When I say my car I mean of course the car my boyfriend technically owns but doesn't get to use because of his bitch of a girlfriend (that would be me)...
I guess the bus strike needs a bit of a clarification as well. It's not just about dislike although it mostly is because the bus system in Reykjavik sucks, it's also about car sickness. I'vehildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1074094974737508392004-01-14T15:42:00.000Z2004-01-14T15:44:44.590ZOk so we did move in together and it's wonderful...but enough about that, well actually enough already of everything. Alot has been going on that's just too blagh to go into. I will say this though:
my mom is going to marry her boyfriend. That would be the american boyfriend that my sister hates.
my sister is 17, she's a babe and a doll and an annoying twat and a sweetheart and my little sisterhildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1065547875791979932003-10-07T17:31:00.000Z2003-10-07T17:40:31.316ZI hade a brilliant post ready for you, freshly served with witt, nosepulling, malebashing and the lot. Also mentioned Mike a little as a 'thankyou' for the pimpin'&linking'. (and in case you are too dimpwitted to notice I have now done the same to him)
Why is it that on the few occasions I manage to be funny in writing blogger goes blagh and just eats my post - hook, line and sinker
Not that hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1065082434194191012003-10-02T08:13:00.000Z2003-10-02T08:14:27.056ZFor awhile I wasn't sure that the relationship would be able to survive his broken arm. But now he's back to work and all is well with the world. Him being back to work basically means that he's too busy to call me like 500 times just to say that he misses me and ask me what I'm doing.
I'm really liking the fact that he's back to work. The drawback is that he expects me to be off around 6 as hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1064927261816417882003-09-30T13:07:00.000Z2003-09-30T13:07:41.870ZThey just started showing Bachelor 3 on my favorite tv- station... what a waste of perfectly good tv-time. But the girl sitting next to me in competition law is a fan - a real "visiting every website on the planet that has anything to do with the show" fan.
Very nice - since I got to sit beside her and see the devestated look on her face when she stumple upon news about the last two girls stillhildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1063624578159607572003-09-15T11:16:00.000Z2003-09-30T13:02:05.656ZNew look - one that truthfully captures the cow within...
oh and as an fyi - I didn't dump him... got emails from both scott (the annoying one, not the funny one) and j (the not so silent) who were seriously worried about my future and the whole me-ending-up-alone/dying alone. Which I thought was almost cute but mostly funny because steriotypicly that's supposed to be a girl kinda worry.
Why hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1062363791463044062003-08-31T21:03:00.000Z2003-09-01T17:39:47.620Zboys' night out
it all ended in drunken stupidity and mayhem. This morning we went to the emergency room when he had sobered up enough to feel the pain in his hand. It's broken - in 2 different places I think. I wasn't really paying attention to the medical details of it all since I was too busy trying to see shapes out of the different colors of his face. It didn't really shape up to anything, hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1062263154432122902003-08-30T17:05:00.000Z2003-08-30T17:06:54.130ZI'm in love...
It's official and frigthening.
I heard myself mumble it just as I was falling asleep last night. The part of my brain that was still awake fought desperatly against my heart as it took control and whispered that scary little declaration of insanity ...love you... Now I pretty much just feel like I'm loosing control, loosing my cool, loosing my head and my heart. My only hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1060876043889528862003-08-14T15:47:00.000Z2003-08-14T15:51:58.340ZHe doesn’t follow the news, doesn’t get the appeal or understand this primal need to know what's going on in the world, doesn’t get my addiction to them. He doesn’t understand my anger at the way of the world, how I sometimes feel so overwhelmed and sad I want to cry and how I still feel compelled to watch every night when it only makes me feel sad, mad and overwhelmed all over again. Always sitshildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1060591378873675862003-08-11T08:42:00.000Z2003-08-11T08:42:58.750ZI'm not a morning person - he's not either but still manages to smile at me in the morning as I stumple out of bed, mumbling curses under my morning breath. He smiles when I drag myself back into the room after a long morning shower and keeps smiling as I ramble about hating my job and the weather and the government and my clothes and people and everything. He gives me a hug when I whine and a hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1058868688037263362003-07-22T10:11:00.000Z2003-07-22T10:11:28.026Z...was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not for me...
It's been over a week since this line got stuck in my head and has been working it's way through my body ever since. Yesterday it snuggled itself up in my throat, creating a bit of a lump that almost brought me to tears. When the lump finially desolved I started singing, the same line over and over again, not even hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1058777961819251662003-07-21T08:59:00.000Z2003-07-21T09:04:54.840Zdropped
when you are with friends and one of them says he'll drive you home there is a natural order in which way he is expected to drop people off. If he cannot drive and drop people off in a timesaving manner (person A's house is on his way to person B's house) he will always drop off first the person he likes the least. In consequence the person he likes the best will be driven home last. hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-1058777188034061102003-07-21T08:46:00.000Z2003-07-21T08:46:28.006Zwent to the beach and now I have the sunburn from hell...
the funny thing is that it's actually true - even funnier is that I'm not abroad, but home, in Iceland - funnier still is my tomato coloured face... not funny ha ha, just funny...hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-845143332002-11-14T07:09:00.000Z2002-11-14T07:10:00.000Zpimping
In Iceland we call it pimping, I'm not sure how that sounds to the rest of the world but it is meant in the kindest way possible. We use it as a verb and put on an Icelandic ending so it turns out pimpa’, if that doesn't ring any better you can try to say it very fast. That way it sort of sounds like peppa' and I don't think there is anything especially bad about pepper. Then again what hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-845139742002-11-14T06:57:00.000Z2002-11-14T07:08:55.000ZI'm writing an essay, it's on lex prospicit, non respicit. Somebody shot me!!!
It is now 7am and I've been at the library since 11pm last night. On top of that I only got 2 hours of sleep the night before. I'm not really tired just extremely agitated and pretty pissed off. But amazingly awake none the less, not sure what I should read into that if anything. But I 'm pretty sure that I should hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-841867012002-11-07T20:04:00.000Z2004-04-18T22:40:09.200Zbuzzz
I sincerely and whole-heartedly hate taking the bus. Every day I grid my teeth as I step on and every day I count my lucky stars when I get of. I especially count the one that kept me alive and the one that kept me from throwing up (I get extremely car sick when I take the bus).
Ever since my car died on me (just happened rather recently and I'm still mourning) I've had to take the bus hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-841839532002-11-07T19:00:00.000Z2002-11-07T19:07:58.000ZMy oh my
And here I was thinking I was becoming invisible to the world. I got comments, not one but two. I'm so happy I could almost cry. Granted, those comments are from people I don't know so it propably means I am invisible to those I do know. hmm. maybe it's a rare disease, or a personality dissorder. Either way.. yeah!!!
Was very happy to get a comment from lawrie, who I've been keeping an hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-830180992002-10-15T15:45:00.000Z2002-10-15T15:45:09.090Zsomebody shot me!!!hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-824621252002-10-03T11:47:00.000Z2002-10-07T18:12:18.000Zsad but sleepy.. or was that happy, yeah sad but happy, but I am kinda sleepy.. ok ok, sad but happy and sleepy, what if I'm just happy because I'm too sleepy to know better...whatever.. sad but sleepy works, let's just stick with that..
This time I actually am sad (not wrong, just sad) - it's been a month between blogs. You know how they say that time flies when you're having fun. (btw I have hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-810927102002-09-03T15:27:00.000Z2002-09-04T12:48:36.000ZSo you think I'm lazy,eh? Guess there's no arguing with that or if there is I'm just too lazy to bother getting into an argument about it. So you are right, I'm wrong. Doesn't that make you feel a whole lot better about everything.
I love being right and let's face it I always am. Except of course for those once in a lifetime occasions where I bow my head in mild defeat and announce to the worldhildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-803895642002-08-18T14:03:00.000Z2002-08-18T21:02:20.000ZToday a heavy cloud of hangover lies over the city of Reykjavik
Yesterday was the annual Reykjavík's Culture Day - some kind of over enthusiastic tribute to art in Iceland. Even though the day starts with the very unartistic Reykjavik Marathon it does get better as the day unfolds, down town is packed with people all day and the air is full of music and laughter and endless happiness. I was hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-803583782002-08-17T14:45:00.000Z2002-08-17T14:45:32.516ZAnd stop making fun of me!!!
English happens to be my third language so bite me!!!hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-803578312002-08-17T14:20:00.000Z2002-08-18T14:08:13.000ZI’m not alone in the world!!!
I still don't have a clue about most you (and yes I am giving all of you a very accusing an hurtful look) but I did see a couple of life signs out there. Got a letter from one of the Jasons, the "mature" one - he always makes me feel about 5 years old. Not only because of the frightfully grown up way he talks and writes but he also seems to be in such control of his hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3630526.post-788157652002-07-11T12:12:00.000Z2002-08-17T12:31:38.000ZOk - so I'm frightfully lasy but I'de rather blog in Icelandic for the simple reason that I get feedback when doing so. So check out my Icelandic blog or let me know you're still alive. Who knows - I might just start to post my trivial thoughts in bad English.
ps. Does anybody know if Steven is married yet, is congratulations in order?!? Is Jack still alive and back from Tokio?!? Nicole still hildur hamingjubeljahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17019104256069093836noreply@blogger.com0