12 Hours and I am home

Sí ja þen

Time is relative after all

Oh boy, I just got a shock of a lifetime this morning. I came up from doing my laundry, and was turning my computer on when I looked at my phone. It had flashed a reminder up and I took a closer look it said: Home today 17/12/2004. Yup this sums it up, all of a sudden the time flew, it was Friday the 17th of December not the 16th. So I scrambled my brain to figure out if I really had lost a day, I mean something like this really freaks you out. I couldn't calm down until I saw the date on mbl.is for todays paper. And now I am just, kind of working on getting over my untimely excitement of going home, hehehehe.
I will finish packing today, hope to get everything in the suitcases and finish tidying my room as well, it's a pigsty at the moment.
See you in 26 hours Iceland and family. Looking forward to Christmas and spending time with you.

Christmas dinner at Lauras

Oh, it was just lovely, we completely stuffed ourselves. We had a huge halaal chicken ... since we had been expecting Hamza ... and we saw no reason to have a turkey and a chicken (the chicken being for Hamza) so we just had the chicken, and oh boy, it was a chicken dressed as a turkey it was sooooo huge. But the real chicken of the party was Hamza, the wee bastard didn't show up, and Lewis almost ended up with no secret Santa, luckily Dee didn't buy for his Secret Santa (Hamza) the inflatable Pamela Anderson Doll that he intended but a Diesel fragrance, much better so Lewis did indeed get a very nice present. So everything worked out well in the end. But it was lovely, we ate and ate and talked and ate some more and had a wonderful time fiddling with Dee's tricky putty. Especially Laura who bought it for him as a Secret Santa gift.
But all good things come to an end and we are back home in our little flat in our rooms, going to bed soon, and then in just two days I'm home.
Yes, I know I can't write a passage here unless I mention that I am going home. But hey, as long as I like going home I should be proud to say I am going home ... in just TWO days.
And finally, I handed in my last essay in Celtic Civ today and can take it easy for the next couple of days before I start packing, I have to make sure I have bought all the Christmas presents I need.
Also finally, I went with Claire and Joanne to Jim's Bar today before Celtic and gave Claire her birthday present (Her birthday was on Friday though) and she told us all about her trip to Milan over the weekend and we had a really good fun until reality knocked again and one more class to go to before going home.

B is for Brilliant and that is for ME

Yup, I got a B+ for my history essay. Now I must say, that made my day. My tutor didn't have anything but good to say about it, the professor wasn't really at the same level but who cares. Having someone sing your praise for ten minutes is enough to make you smile through the rest of the day or until the next essay grade.
Now it's only four days until I go home and I can't wait. My last essay is ready and I can hand it in tomorrow and then I am free, well mostly, I still have conversation class in Gaelic, could do without that but what's one more class.
Tomorrow is Christmas dinner at Lauras, I will take a lot of photos and put on the web to let everyone know that I DO have friends and that we can actually have a good time as well. And for you ladies especially, pictures of Hamza will be promised.

Just a week now

I'm going home in a week. I am soooooo looking forward to it. Seeing my mom and dad and grandma for the first time in three months. Having heaps of work waiting for me as well. Oh, it's going to be great. My mom had surgery just a few weeks before I came to Scotland in September and I was always really worried about leaving her, but everything was going well until a few weeks ago, when she had a problem which landed her straight back in hospital and another surgery and she just got home so there are a lot of things that need to be done when I come home. But I don't care, I'm just glad I'm going home.
I finished my last essay for Christmas today and then promptly went out shopping for the remaining Christmas preasants. I still have to find something nice for mom, I have a couple of nice things but I need something nicER. I know, I am very difficult, but mom is nothing compared to me. But I like shopping, who can blame me.
I am so happy!

a bit more

I came home to day and found a package waiting for me, I was soooo happy to get a package. It is always fun to get a package. It was from my friend Kristín, who works with me at the Iceland Post office and she even sent me Pipp. Boy, did she know what I needed. It was soooo cold today and I was at school for seven hours freezing my ass off. There was no place where there was even a hint of heat. No wonder there are so many that perish here in Britain from the cold, I almost did and I am an Icelander and shouldn't be complaining about the cold. Or at least that is what people are telling me but they don't understand it never gets this cold in Iceland as we know how to heat our home, and do it when we are actually at home. They don't do that here, they have it timed so that the heat is on for the first few minutes in the morning when I wake up and go OUT into the cold and then when I come home at five most of the heat is gone and nowhere to be seen again. Thank God I have a heater otherwise I would be flying horizontally home this Christmas. Brrrrrr!

Hrabba came and went

Oh, it was soooo nice to see my friend again. She stayed for four whole days and then she had to go home and leave me all alone here again. But it will be fine, tomorrow it will only be two weeks until I go home and see everyone I missed. I haven't written anything since she left, I guess she really wore me out shopping, hehehe. But despair not, I will be going into town most likely tomorrow to do my Christmas shopping and then you will see an Icelander who knows to shop in Glasgow. It was great fun when she was here, and we had an adventure every day she was here.
Beginning on the day she arrived. I had been invited to an embassy reception in Edinburgh along with a "guest" so since she was coming that day I asked her and she said why not, so we went. Árdís came with us as well, which made the journey much more fun as well. We planned to take the five o'clock train to Edinburgh as the reception was to start at 6 o´clock. We got delayed on our way to the trainstation as there was a huge fire at a nightclub and so we had to take the quarter past train instead and she was running late. Good start at a very interesting evening. When we came to Edinburgh we got a taxi after waiting for a few minutes in the freezing cold. I tried to explain that we needed to get to Fettes college, but was pronouncing it with a decidedly french accent as I didn't want to say we were going to Fetish college which it sounds like when you say it. And the guy took us up some very spooky dark lane up to some housemasters home of all boys school. I don't know what he thought we were, but we were so in the wrong place, but we didn't realize that until he had gone. So we were stuck somewhere in the deepest, darkest Edinburgh with no idea of how to get where we wanted to go. We were on our way to the main road again going to try to find a another cab when a taxi drove up with this very nice looking fellow all spruced up in his finest tailored suit. I walked over to him to ask him if he was also going where we were and telling him this was probably not where we wanted to be. So the cabdriver found out at the end where we were supposed to go, which was almost at the other end of Edinburgh (a bit of exaggeration) but the fancy guy took us with him in the taxi to the college where we were supposed to be. And we met the Ambassador and his friend (who my friend remarked lookes like a miniature Donald Trump).
We had white wine and red wine and took a turn around the hall and the chappel. Where we met this very very British couple. The man started talking to us and asking us if we were students and what we were studying and when I answered that I was studying Gaelic and his response was "Extrordinary!" I was flabbergasted, I mean what was that "Extraordinary!" so British. And he was like "Why ever would you want to study Gaelic?" I'm like duh "I want to!" British snobbish people trying to be funny = not funny. But it was incredibly stupidly funny.
On Saturday, Hrabba and I went to Allison street the Little India neighbourhood where she wanted to have a petticoat made for her for her saree, and voilá she got it and she could come get it on Monday before she left for home, great. We spent loads of money in a jewellry shop and then we went to an Asian sweet shop The Glasgow Sweet Shop no less and had an assortment of sweets that were sooooo sweet you couldn't eat them. But it was an adventur to try.
We went to the cinema and saw Bridget Jones's Diary: the edge of reason, I reckomend it to anyone. We went to a German Christmas street market and had loads of fun, even went on a Paris wheel in Edinburgh which was incredible and very cold as well, brrrr.
But it was so much fun and we tried new stuff every day. Look forward to seeing you again Hrabba.
And looking forward to seeing everyone again.