Amazing and exciting

I did a pretty amazing thing on Monday, or so I think at any rate. I sat down around noon and started my second essay and around dinner time I had actually finished it. 2000 words ... no biggie! It was actually a pretty interesting essay that I felt just clicked. Amazing ... since handing in that dissertation horror of 10.000 words, writing 2000, now, seems almost like not enough.
Today, I went to an M.Litt information meeting and boy, am I excited. I really, really want to take Medieval Scottish Studies, and I have possibly the opportunity to take Old Norse with it. That should be fun and strange. But I am just so interested in it and Dauvit Brown is just the nicest man ever to talk to. He was very interested in my ambition of going back home to Iceland to spread the word and translate old irish and welsh tales. I must say I am very interested in it as well, and can hardly wait for my opportunity to really dig into it for real. It is like my motto ought to say; A rof i a Duw, mi yw da! [Between me and God, I am good!] Ok, a small inside joke. That A rof i a Duw is a very popular sentence in Welsh tales! And I mean VERY POPULAR.

Þorrablót

Oh, boy, it was sooooo good to be able to go out yesterday and not worry about work. Although I do worry about school work continually these days, I decided to leave all that behind at home. No time for that now. My friend Árdís and I made our way to Edinburgh yesterday to attend the Icelandic Society's yearly Þorrablót festival, with good food (depends on your taste) and good people (also depends on your taste). It was amazing to get Icelandic food again, it is not long since I was at home for a short stop, about two weeks, but in those two weeks I had worked up an appetite. And for dessert they gave us Skyr, ooo it was like being in heaven. I couldn't resist munching on a bit of dried fish but it didn't go well with my stomach so I grabbed the nearest bottle of Brennivín and after a short while my stomach was fine again. Brennivin cures everything (if taken in moderation). And then the singing started and all the fun that went with it. Also, there was quite a bit of dancing, and even I joined in. Imagine that. Although, the only music I actually moved at all to was the music that had enough beat and rythm for my to move my hips, which are almost the only moveable bodyparts I possess. But it was oh so much fun, but almost inevitably my leg did give out in the end and I didn't move much after that. During the evening we did part-take of the traditional Brennivín but didn't imbibe on it, so no worries there, only managed about 6 shots during the whole evening, but I still made it back to Glasgow in one piece. Because we stayed so late, we had to take the bus back to Glasgow and didn't arrive back until shortly after 1 o'clock in the morning. I didn't go to bed until 3 o'clock.

Guilt

If I didn't know better I would think I was Catholic. I am riddled with guilt. I can not go out of the house without suffering from pangs of guilt of not staying at home studying. I can not watch television or read a book without regretting my few minutes of escape from studying. Even when I go to sleep I am constantly thinking about school work. This is so un-characteristic of me it is frightful. Usually I have no problem of talking myself into doing stuff other than studying. All of a sudden I am Hermione Granger. Help!
I nearly finished a Welsh Poetry work on Friday and I finished an essay for Old Irish today. Managed to find and read sources for it on Friday and Saturday and I started writing the actual essay yesterday, although the main body of the essay arrived today. Boy was it difficult. At one moment I actually felt like I was going to faint, so I ran outside for some air. Not a pleasant fealing.
I can not wait until I can convince myself that I can very easily not do anything school related work for a few hours. Which will probably be on Wedensday, hopefully I will be going to the cinema then and I know that I will not be working too long on Saturday because I have to go to Edinburgh for the annual Þorrablót at the Icelandic society.
Well, I am thinking of hitting the sack right now. It is just 11pm which will give me about an hour to shut my brains off and get to sleep. Hopefully!

An interesting discovery

It is Sunday night and I am bored. So I made an interesting discovery. Since my computer crashed just before I came back to Glasgow in January I have had a very difficult time playing any sort of internet games, so I have stopped trying. Which clears up a lot of my time. I have since been concentrating on my studies and I found this out. Old Irish gives me a headache! It really literally and physically gives me a headache. Middle Welsh does not and now I know why. When I am translating Middle Welsh I know where to find the words in the glossary. When I see a word that starts with a o, I know that it doesn't necessarily begin with an o, but it only has three possibilities. It can either be an o, or c or g and nothing else. A word that begins with a u most likely doesn't start with a u, it could start with either a b or a m. Same as with the afore mentioned word. Not much trouble. And that is the extent of the headachy thing about Welsh everything else is quite straight forward. Old Irish not so clearcut. You find the word nírbo and you would think to look under n, but no that doesn't work. You either have to look it up under a:tá or is. The word do*raga is under do*tét and dos*fucaid you can find that under do*beir. There is no set rule on where to find a word in Old Irish, because it can go through so many changes depending on compound particles (words, or letters from more than one word, added to a word) to make up a new one. If almost every other word you are looking up in a dictionary gives you this kind of trouble wouldn't most people be suffering from a migrane.

Not bad!

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