Þorrablót

Went to a Þorrablót yesterday and managed to come back home alive. It was quite fun and the food was good (although some would not agree) and even I agree with some of it. The problem for me was that they served traditional súrmat not just þorramat so the sviðasulta was sour and I really didn't like that. But the rófustappa and sviðakjammar were very good as well as the flatkökur and hangikjöt. I didn't have much to drink of the spirit variety. I only had one glass of red wine, two of Bacardi breezer Orange and two shot glasses of Brennivín and then I just stuck with the Coke so I am good. I took a few pictures but not very many, I'll have to see how they turned out before I put them on the web. There was also traditional singing and fun stuff and even dancing and it was really very fun. But alas then the evening had to come to an end for us and me and Árdís went home in the last train leaving for Glasgow. Arrived in Glasgow about twenty minutes past twelve and then we had to wait for nearly an hour for a taxi, because there were so many waiting and few taxis.

I might head into town to day, just because I can't be bothered to do anything really productive today and I need some lunch and I don't have anything edible in the house.

19 Days Until I come Home!!!

Weathered out

It snowed today in Glasgow, started at least around one o'clock today and went on through the day. When I look out the window now, the cars have a white sheen covering them. This is quite amusing since I just saw news from home where they said a heat record for February had been broken at Kirkjubæjarklaustri. The previous record (and I don't know since when) was 9.9°c and today it was 13.5°c. And here I was shivering my ass off in barely 2°c. Brrrrrrr.
And since I am still sick I will only be going in for the most pressing matters tomorro. Three lectures in stead of five, I just know that I won't be able to stand being in Uni tomorrow for so long without a break.

I am still sick, but I hope I will be getting better soon. I haven't had much of a fever, but who knows what will come up next. I just hope I won't have to battle bronchitis right now, when I really have to focus on my schoolwork. Hope for the best.

25 DAYS UNTIL I AM HOME!!!

Ballet, what can I say

Well, the end was the best part. As in, "Yeesssss, it's finally over!" Ok, I must come completely clear on this, I don't regret going ... but I would regret going again. Ballet is not for me. The costumes and the music was great, the ballet was probably great as well, but I must say ... I have never seen a more GAY Prince Charming. And there was definitely some padding going on in strange places, that almost bordered on the obscene. The tights were definitely that and were riding well up the backside of this representation of the man of every woman's 'NIGHTMARE'! But other than that it was fun. Afterwards we went to J.D. Wetherspoons and had some late dinner and it was just about the best chicken salad I have ever had. Recomend that place. And now I am finally home in my soon to be warm room and I can go being sick again. I wasn't that bad today, and just knocked down some painkillers before I went out tonight so it wasn't so bad as all that. I just heard everything in mono, no stero sound getting through to me tonight. Hope I will be getting over this flu-thingy soon.

News from afar

Yep, I'm not really here at the moment, or at least my mind is playing tricks on me. I have a bit of a fever so I am not completely responsible for what is written here.
I finally got news from my friend in India, she has been gone a month and hasn't contacted anyone until now. But she is having fun and getting used to travel in the Indian traffic. I kind of envy her, because I really want to go to India one day. But right now I am focusing on working on some essays. I have been talking about working on my essays for ages but now I have actually started. Jeiii, good for me.
Hopefully I will be ok tomorrow, since I am going to the Ballet with Árdísi. Should be fun, nothing better than to see some bouncing boys hopping about in very tight tights to cheer you up when you are feeling poorly. So if anyone hears someone whistling in the audience - it might very well be me.

Cothromach deuchainn, gabh mo leisgeul

Bha fuar an-diugh agus bha mi sgíth ach cha robh mi tinn. Choisich mi dhan oilthigh a-máireach ach dhá cuspair, Gáidhligh agus Eachdraidh Meadhan-aoiseil. 'S toil leam Gáidhligh agus eachdraidh cuideachd síobhaltas nan Ceilteach.
Bhi mi dárna bliadhna air an Oilthigh Glaschu agus nuair tha mi sgíth. Bhi mi air chadal. Chí mi thu a-máireach a-rithist.

Desperate housewives

OOOh, a lot is going on in Desperate housewives this week. Árdís and I were just watching the latest and it left such a cliffhanger that we are dying for the next episode to come. How are we supposed to wait a week, but also we refuse to read up on the series. No way, we are going to prevail until the end.
The good news is that our friends and family are going to get the pleasure of being able to watch the Desperate housewives back home soon. Ríkissjónvarpið has anounced that they will air the series at their channel. The only uncertainty in this good news is that I have no idea when that will be. Kind of thinking that it might be around Easter.
Until then and until next week, we will be waiting with bated breath for the next installment into the mystery of Visteria Lane. Thankfully, Joey will help us wait until then. His series start this Sunday, víhí.

I'm coming home but not quite yet

I have just booked my flight home for Easter. I will arrive in Keflavik somwhere after noon on 18th of March and have wonderful 3 weeks and 2 days home until I have to return back to Glasgow.

Talaði við mömmu í gær og af því að það var Bolludagur þá hafði hún sögu að segja. Katrín og Svala komu í heimsókn og það var varla að Katrín var komin inn úr dyrunum þá var hún komin inn í eldhús og náði sér í eina bollu og beit í hana áður en hún skellti henni á borðið. Mátti ekki vera að því að bíða eftir rjóma eða disk eða neinu. Hún spurði líka hvar ég væri og mamma svaraði að ég væri í skólanum í Glasgow. Og svo spurði mamma hana hvort að þær ættu nú að baka bollur handa mér þegar ég kæmi heim. Katrín var nú öll á því, en hún ætlaði nú að gera meira en bara það. Hún ætlaði sko að ná í mig og meira að segja ná í mig í Glasgow. Því það væru nú þegar bollur hérna og það vantaði bara mig. Hún er svoddan yndisleg kelling, dýrka hana alveg út af lífinu.

On þí oðer hand, bekos æ haf tú, æ haf desæded tú kríeit a njú langvits and kol it englíska, vits is ínglis vritten in æslandik, há dú jú læk it. Meibí æ vill vræt mor englísku in þe koming deis. Sí jú leiter and teik it ísí.

The importance of being Ernest

and I am in earnest when I say that I enjoyed myself tonight. Árdís dragged me willingly to the Gilmorehill Theatre where some students from University of Glasgow were performing the last show of The Importance of Being Ernest by Oscar Wilde. It was fabulous and I must say that the actor who played Algie ... really captured my heart with his rougish ways. Truly talented aspiring actors.
Next we will be going to see the Tempest. I know that it is never nice to go alone to these sort of things and since Árdís wants to go I want to go as well. I think I have just put my finger on my philosophy about theater. I don't like going to theaters but when am an at a theater I like it.
On another subject, it is just short of six weeks until I come home for Easter, lots to do until then. Have to work on my presentation for tuesday, tomorrow. Thankfully much is already finished.

Lunch at mom's ... just not mine

I met my friend, Lewis, today for lunch. We went to Whistler's Mother Café, and those who have seen the Mr. Bean; The Movie know why I find that funny. And those that know about the time I saw the movie with my mom and my brother, also know why I actually find this hilarious.
But it was a very nice place, with a very nice selection of paninis and ciabattas, nachos and sandwiches. Afterwards I went into the citycenter just to pass some time before going back home.
And to night is the fith episode of Desperate housewifes so me and Árdís are going to plant ourselfs in front of the television and watch it. We ordered pizza and gulped that down over some Reality TV (hardly) and are now just waiting for the clock to strike ten.

A new family member

My cousin María Rós just had a tiny baby girl. Although her grandmother says she looks like a tiny sumo wrestler. I don't agree, she looks quite tiny. With very black hair.
Congratulation Baldur og Ásthildur with your granddaughter and congratulations María and Haraldur with your new baby girl.
Welcome to the world little cousin.

Look forward to seeing you when I come home.

Burns Night and a wee dram

Gie 's a wee haggis, lad?

In celebration of the birthday of Robert Burns, Scotlands national bard, we went to a Burns night on the 25th. The History Society of the University of Glasgow was hosting the party at the aptly named bar on Woodlands Road, Uisge Beatha (Gaelic = whiskey). There weren't very many that came but it was nice and fun. We got our haggis, neeps and tatties (which is basically: slátur, rófur og kartöflur). Everything was quite nice and it tasted very differently from the Icelandic haggis / slátur, much more spicy. But I do know where you can get a very Icelandic haggis in Glasgow. But of course I couldn't end the night without having a wee dram of whiskey. And the Uisge Beatha's speciality is naturally whiskey. This is a place I definitely need to bring my friend Gumma to sometime when he comes next to Glasgow. On the other hand I shouldn't, as he would probably take up permanent residence there. We like our whiskeys you see. But my favorite is Glengonye 10 years old, that's a drink for me. Very smooth.

It really happened ... again

Oooh, it's still snowing now, and now it shows. I even took pictures. I would never have beliefed it otherwise. See not even I belief that it is snowing. Ooooh, this sooo reminds me of home. I like it. But I don't think I should be voicing my opinions here, might make me a social outcast.
Anyway, check the photos if you still don't belief me.

It really happened ... honest

It snowed in Glasgow, I witnessed it. It was mostly sleet at the beginning but then you got to see these really huge snowflakes. That only means snow. But unfortunately since everything was wet from the previous rain we had been having, none of the snowflakes would cooperate with making a white pile of snow on the streets.
The taxi driver I had taken home from the store told me he was expecting snow to begin falling any minute, but I didn't beliefe him. But as soon as I came up the stairs and entered the kitchen I saw the snow from the window. Brrrrr, now I just want to crawl under my covers and come back out in the summer.

Ljóska dagsins huh...

My adventure of the day!

You will never beliefe what happened to me just now. I got locked outside my flat. My friend Árdís came by to borrow some stuff from me that she needed for her essay and because the doorbell isn't working I had to run downstairs to let her in. And we stayed downstairs chatting for a wee bit, because she was going out again, to do a few errands. So when she left, and I wanted to go back into my warm room, the door to the flat was closed and locked. Nooooooo!
I knew that Dee had gone off to work, because he said goodbye to me as he walked out the door this afternoon. Emily and Ruth I had no idea where they were so my only hope left was Lisa, but no matter how I knocked on the door no one answered. I knew she hadn't gone out while I was downstairs so I tried flat D if there was anyone of them there. There wasn't but this really helpful girl phoned her up and she was still ensconed in her room with her cousin (and from the noises I hear coming from her room are playing computer games) anyway, she finally opened the door and let me in. She was really sorry she had locked me out, but I was just thankful I got inside again. Now I can continue not studying for my final exam and everything is as it should be again.

nr. 2 down

Second exam was this morning and went ok. Won't go farther than that because the first question was very unfair and I think everyone of us felt that way. Most of the people I know, answered it last trying to think of something to write. Baaaaad exam! What was the exam about; Celtic Civilisation or basically Celtic History. And what is the Celtic history you might ask, well it goes something like this. Wales was screwed, Ireland was screwed over and Scotland was already fucked up. Unfortunately you can't give such short direct answeres during an exam so I had to exercise my penmanship a bit in the exam.
Now, I have six whole days before my next and last exam of this term, so I took the day off and went to do some shopping, which turned out to be more of a window shopping though. Came home eventually and had the nices shower I have had in a long while, not that I haven't taken a shower for a long time but this one was just ssooooooo nice.

One down, one to go

The Gaelic exam was this morning, and it went rather well ... I think so anyway. But I also promised myself that I wouldn't think to much about it since it only counts for about 10% of my final score this year, but I still hope it was ok. I will need to get like a transcript of my courses for LÍN although so that's mainly why I am hoping I at least got a C. Right now I should be going over my Celtic notes, and I promise I will in a few moments, but I just needed a bit of a break. Me and Clare are trying to figure out what exactly it is that we need to know, but it turns out to be a lot more than we want to know so I think we will pray this one out as well.
Well, all will come clear tomorrow and when I finish it, I am going to allow myself to go shopping and go to a cinema, pending on if there is anything in cinema that I want to see.

soon to be GONE WITH THE WIND

Yup, they are predicting a very severe weather here in Scotland, worse than the one that hit the British Isles on Friday, thank God on Monday it was actually possible to go outside without imitating Mary Poppins. The weather hasn't started quite yet, it's mainly bluster right now, but you can still see what is to come if this continues. I am seeing the trees in the yard in front of my window do a good immitation of a break-dance. It has also started to rain, which really isn't that much of a news since we are here in Scotland but I thought I should mention it to give full image to the picture.
Right now I am just being bored at home trying to study for my Gaelic exam on Thursday and praying that I will at least get a C (really praying, like for real). Also have a bit of a stomach upset and crazy head, running to the bathroom, well taking two steps actually it's not that far to go, and then to the bed to try to get my head leveled out and then to the chair to get my spine straight and try to put as much Gaelic vocabulary into my head and back to the bathroom.
So I guess you know where I am going after this.
Write to you later, got to run ...

Crazy woman in Scotland

Brain donors apply now! I swear I feel like my brain has erected a buffer zone so that no knowledge can be downloaded into it. Not even for the next few days, just for the exams and then it can go away forever and leave me alone. Nope, nada chance. It's like it refuses to go over stuff that I already have gone over and there is this really small devilish voice telling me, "you know all this, you know all this" yeah, right who is it kidding? Obviuosly, my brain! It doesn't want to understand that it isn't just the matter of knowing things, but understanding them as well. I know what the story is about, but I don't know that much about the content, I can't tell you what every word in it means (because it is in Gaelic, tuig thu?).

I NEED A BRAIN (that is functioning brain).

(Until the 20th I am not going to be responsible for things printed here.)

Crazy weather in Scotland

Ooof, it is horrible to look out the window and cold as well, especially when the wind blows through my almost fully closed window. Brrrrrr. I miss the -7°c back home, at least it was warm there. It took me about ten hours to get warm yesterday, because the boiler in our flat wasn't working. Fun! But I guess I have to go outside to day, no matter the weather. I have to buy a lot of stuff, stuff like FOOD, need that to survive and not just the cold but the exams as well. Yup, have to continue getting ready for my exams. I so can't wait until the 20th of Jan. when I finish and have whole four days before the school starts again.

Phenomenon ... duduruduru phenomenon

I heard this at the airport at home on my way here. There was this American woman who met someone she knew, and she was telling him all about how she loved Iceland and yadayadayada. She dragged him along with her into a Icelandica shop where she showed him a small dall of Skyr and she was decribing it is such details that I have never heard anything like it, and she finished her praising and admirational speech about Skyr with the words, "it's just phenomenon". I kinda have to agree with her on that, Skyr is great and I already miss it. I want Skyr. I wish Baugur and these guys would negotiate with the British government of being allowed to import Skyr and Súrmjólk and Icelandic water and lamb into Scotland (at least). And at least to the Iceland shop on Byres Road in Glasgow, I would like that very much.