10 Best Albums of 2010.

I love lists! I'm going to borrow this one though from this list of the top ten albums of 2010. I'm not going to pretend I know them all but I will go on and explore them. Yeah, I'm still sick and quite bored.


10. Janelle Monáe - The ArchAndroid (Suites II and III)
Yeah, I'm going to be honest with you guys. I have never heard of this person before. To have this post educational, I'm checking this out. It's got a unique sound and is kind of lounge like. This lady is obviously talented and this album is worth looking into if you want to listen to something that isn't really typical. Personally not music I'd look up to listen to myself, but it grows on you.


9. LCD Soundsystem - This is happening.
Personally I prefer LCD Soundsystem's previous albums. That might just be me though because they are less electronic rocky-ish and more melodic. Definitely good album though and I'd recommend whoever that's not familiar with this band to go check them out. It's sort of elcetronic meets rock meets humor (everyone knows North American Scum, on this one there is a piece of lyric that goes like this: "you wanted a hit, that's not what we do"). So the lyrics can be quite comical. It's a bit too much for me to listen to only them, so I recommend to mix them in a playlist. Are probably great live though. This song emphasizes my point quite clearly. Good song, but a bit too electro for my taste.


8. The Black Keys - Brothers
I've never listened to this band before. I have it on my computer though, as I've been collecting music this year from some very tasteful people, but haven't managed to listen through it all. I don't have this album, I have another one. Now I want this one! As I'm exploring it now it immediately made it to my bands-worth-listening-to-list. This is proper rock. Plus the video is supercool.


7. MGMT - Congratulations.
Up until recently I always used to think that MGMT was this super old band that was just a guilty pleasure of mine. I know I probably should know this stuff. But my music knowledge is well below average. I know if I like it or not, and that's about it. I don't know the name of the music guys, I don't know what they look like, normally I don't know how old the music is, and even when I'm listening to my own music on shuffle I'm not always sure what band it is, even though it might be one of my preferred ones. But I still like the music though. That must count for something. I quite liked to find this album on this list though, so now I can listen to them all I want. I'm still not sure though if any of the singles on it are as strong as their previous ones, like time to pretend and kids, that are oh so catchy.


6. Gorillaz - Plastic Beach
I think it wasn't till I read that Gorillaz was on this list that I realized they are still making good music. It's just I was such a huge fan of their early stuff that all their new stuff is no good compared to that. I mean, how are you ever going to make a better song than Clint Eastwood? But that's what I thought about Demon Days as well, that I in the end actually enjoyed. So I just have to get over myself. I suppose what I've heard of this album is alright. It's their own fault really, why would you set people's expectations so high from the start? I love the concept of this band though, plus Damon Albarn has a house in Iceland and used to party at Kaffibarinn! See, I know him, maybe I'm not completely useless.


5. Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
I'm going to admit that this type of music is not really too my taste and all sounds the same too me. Kanye West jokes that have taken over the internet recently are not really motivating me to drown myself into this album. As a part of this top ten research I'm doing though I'll give it a try. It definitely sounds professional for starters and he is working with some pretty impressive names on this albums. He is the only rapper that has made it on this top ten best album list since his own album, The College Dropout ranked fifth as well in 2005. I'm going to admit I've quite enjoyed exploring his album. I can't find a video for one of his songs though, but this one is a pretty good one.


4. Vampire Weekend - Contra
Finally a band I've listened to quite a lot. How can you not love these jolly fellas? I've heard they are fantastic live. I'm actually a little bit sick of them at the moment due to too much listening, but if you haven't listened to them, do! They are great. This song was like my favorite for months.


3. The National - High Violet
Again, I prove my anti-music nerdiness. I can't believe I have never heard of this band! It completely goes with the rest of my music, this is their sixth album and they rank quite high on these list I'm using. This is going to be my next favorite band. Does anyone have their music?


2. Beach House - Teen Dreams
Ok. This is my all time favorite album. I've listened to this album countless times. I love it. If you haven't listened to it, do it now. It's good for good times and bad times. There's nothing more to say.


1. Arcade Fire - The Suburbs
Ok. This is my all time favorite album. I've listened to this album countless times. I love it. If you haven't listened to it, do it now. It's good for good times and bad times. There's nothing more to say.

I know I said the same things about 1 and 2. But I've been listening to these albums all year long. Definitely my favorites.

Hopefully you find it within you to read through it all, and find it useful. There are countless of other lists out there, and a lot of other music out there to explore. Anyway, I can't really write anything more, this is quite long as it is.

xx

Last Weekend in London.

Just wanted to share with you what a great weekend I'm having, as this is my last weekend in London this year.

Yesterday I wasn't feeling so good. I was invited to a party though in Soho, and decided to quickly just check it out. So I went to a a party at a bar in Soho. Which happens to be my favorite thing to do. I had two perfectly reasonable priced pints, that turned out to be half water, half beer. Tasty. Meanwhile I could witness a ginger guy fully getting it on, on the dance floor, with a girl that thought if she would wear a short, sleeveless and super tight dress no one would notice that she could lose a kilo or two, or you know - fifty. But you know, the music was so great anyway I barely even noticed. The volume of it was, as to be expected, spot on perfect, you could not hear the person next to you shouting in your ear. But I mean, who likes to talk to their friends anyway?
Someone canny might think to themselves, well, maybe you should try to avoid Soho. I will from now on. I just happen to be invited to parties there. Next time I might have to consider saying: "thanks, but no thanks".
(Or you know, not be sick and actually be in the mood to go out. That might work as well. Saying that just doesn't go with my crankiness)

I remember when I first moved to London and people that had lived in London for more than five seconds bitched about Oxford Street, Soho and all these "famous" things to do in London. I thought they were just pretentious twats that were trying to make me feel shitty about myself because I used to like all these things! But dear, oh dear! No pretentiousness. Those people just knew better. Now, I don't only know, because I did know - but my theory has been tested thoroughly and is now to be considered as a law of nature.

As of today, I've been standing outside for six hours (at a café, just to clear that up, don't get any ideas) with fever, headache and just in general pain. I almost said to every single customer I had (unless they were working in the area): "so seriously, why would you ever be here in Soho, in London, in December, on a Saturday?".

(Which is only partially true, because today was my last day at work for a while and I actually really enjoy chatting to customers who are all happy and excited about Christmas. Some of them go and do super glamorous stuff for Christmas which is sort of cool to hear about. But I can't write that here, as I'm being bitter and edgy.)

Cheers,
Hrefna that feels horrible as she has the flu and can't go out and play and is taking it out on the rest of the world. Plus I had two parties to go to tonight (note, not in Soho!) and there is no way I am going to make it. Plus there's a party downstairs in Spanish. Just to go and get some soup means to be in the loudness. Plus I love not being invited to a party by default (I don't speak Spanish). It's way better than if you had a possibility of going, but they just didn't like you.
PS. They've migrated from down stairs to outside my door and are singing. Sorry, but I'm going to go lie down and die.

PS2. oh wait. I've just been diagnosed. I have the men flu. It is quite rare for women to get it, but it must be it, as I have all the symptoms. A little bit sick but act as, rightfully so, the world is coming to an end as of now.

5 year plan - Cities.

Okay. If I were to live the perfect life it would happen in these places:


First of all I'd finish my degree here and live in London.


I'd go home every Christmas though, because lets face it, we are the only people that know how to celebrate Christmas and New Years.


Before I finish my degree though, I'd spend a summer in San Francisco.


Once I've graduated I'll be so exhausted after all these academics, I'll visit all of my gorgeous friends that will be living in Sydney.


Then, when I become a fancy career lady I'll be living in New York.

Fingers crossed!

December!!

Hey guys,

sorry about the last pots, it was a bit of a bail on my part. I wrote this super long blog and posted it and everything. But then I read it again and it was just super pretentious and weird. So I took it out again.

But yay! It's December now. It's great. It's snowing here in London, and as always, the locals here act like they live on this tropical island that hasn't seen snow in million years. Every single year. Ah, bless'em. It's really weird, trains are not running, there are so many accidents and all in all, it's just a bit bizarre. Walking outside yesterday was like being inside a snow globe, though! You know, with the big lazy snowflakes that just take their time falling down and when the sky turns purple-ish. It felt like being back home!

I was going to write Christmas cards today and watch Love Actually, but with my new job and my homework and my social life that has to wait till the weekend. Anyway, I'm running late enough as it is, surprise, surprise, so I'll catch you guys better next time. Here's a little Christmas song for you guys though:

This is going to be my favorite Christmas song this year:

Laws of Nature

No can't.

Get you guys later.

Music!

I find it quite interesting that the sort of music you listen to establishes a certain social status. Metal-head, pop-princess, underground-indie, cultural-queen, the ones that just have bad taste in music and all the other ones. I am sure I've gone through all of these phases. For those who don't remember the sixteen year old me I was the one listening to more hard-core metal than all the boys and going to metal concerts every weekend. Going from there to the other extreme, being not only a pop-queen but a out and proud Britney fan, reaching my high-point seeing her life in Berlin the summer before last. Since I moved to London though I got pushed to the deep end of the indie pool where I'm still happily paddling through.

I've always been a firm believer though that the music I like is currently the best music in the world. The people that I share it with, whether it's playing my party playlist at a party, blasting my music in my flat when cleaning or those other five people, that probably overhear my iPod, since we are sharing the same square feet on public transport. I am always as shocked when people replace my amazing playlist at a party with the latest Rihanna song, my other flatmates play music that's just bizarre (don't get me started on previous flatmates' taste in music!) and I overhear someone's iPod and it's just dull and boring. It's not that I don't appreciate that people like different things and all that, I'm just genuinely surprised every single time. Maybe I'm just super cocky.

Then we all have "the-friend-that-shares-your-taste-in-music-friend" and neither of you truly admits to what you currently like as you have to impress each other with a band the other one hasn't heard of yet. If you are good friends then you go on and share your guilty pleasures afterwards though. Around festivals like Iceland Airwaves this type of relationship dominates every conversation. Every one is proving that they sure have been listening to the-band-that-no-one-has-heard-of for months.

I think there is one more music-relationship you can have with a person. Here, being around each other is not necessary. It is the type of person that you secretly look up to and think is super cool. You know what music they like. You find yourself listening to their music to see if you magically become cool overnight.

Anyway, I just find it interesting. I'm curious if anyone agrees with me on this.

Currently I have found myself listening to the music my parents used to listen to when I was around six years old. Maybe it is because recently someone just told me to go home, as in back to Iceland (racism much?), and I secretly wish that I could, so I capture my childhood memories and try reliving those long gone moments. But honestly, I just had my iTunes on shuffle and I was suddenly listening to Adeins Eina Nott of the CD, Megasarlog. The last time I listened to Megasarlog was in my mom's first car after my parents' divorce. We were only the two of us, and I would always ask if we could listen to song number three, which is the aforementioned song. Then I found Gling-Glo which is the CD my dad used to play around the same time.

Things that I liked at that age was a bit bizarre. I had a Christmas CD I played for about eight months per year, plus the undying genius that Bugsy Malone is:

Hello strangers.

Coming back to London has been weird.

I have had more time on my hands than I have ever had before, time to find a decent place to live and make it a home. With everything that, that includes (writing double "that" can't be good). Cooking dinner, grocery shopping, cleaning and just being at home. It is not much, but it is mine. Then I have my studies that I have managed so far to stay on top of and everything is in order. For me, this is really weird. I have always been in way over my head with being busy, drama with my work, my friends or other things. Constantly running around in circles, double or triple booking myself, always late etc. Maybe it is just temporary till I find away to get back in to my hectic norm or maybe I am just becoming really old.

My blog host now tells me where my blog-readers or "audience" come from. I find quite interesting that my silly, little thoughts I type down here have traveled further than I have myself. Today I had more visitors from the US than I did from home. I think that is the first time Iceland isn't on the top of the list. I guess everything is big in America. Even me. People from Russia, Turkey, Saudi Arabia and other exotic places somehow wondered in here while internet surfing. Huh, fancy that.

Blogging is weird. It seems pretty pointless. Specially since normally you get few if any comments (versus facebook where people like and comment on just about anything - "I had breakfast this morning" gets 7 likes and people comment "oh so did I"). Still in real life you get comments like "oh, I really enjoy reading your blog" or "great blog, keep it up". And now, getting visits from people I have absolutely no way of even possibly knowing. I like it anyway though. It sort of is my way of telling everyone back home I am alright. Plus, it's the only creative thing I feel like I am any good at.

Weird how you get like a minor kick out of number of comments, notifications or likes, "yes, my status got 15 comments" and you feel like you have accomplished something.



That song always makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It is so genuine and quite corny in a seventies way. Which is adorable. The video definitely highlights that experience. Plus this band is just awesome.

Go Ask Alice

I just finished reading three quarters of this book in one sitting and am all tearing up. It is beautiful, intense and makes you want to jump into the book and give her a big hug.

Moniker & walk around Shoreditch.

This is what I saw on my way home from school.








The last three photos are from Moniker Art Fair, the second is a house on my way home and the first one is an interesting poster I came across. How can you not love London right? Stumble upon precious little things like this is pretty cool.

xx

Legend!

That honestly is one of my all time favorite songs. I didn't like it any less after sitting through a couple of hours with goosebumps all over watching the Jersey Boys show.



(I actually don't mind the muse version of it either... sushh though, don't tell anyone!)



I'll add this version as well! It's one of my favorite movies and RIP darling.

o&o

yo bro!

Hey guys!

Missed me yet? I know you did.

You know how a couple of days ago the date was the 10/10/10. At that particular day, I wish I could say it would have been at ten past ten in the morning but it was actually 11.11, I had an epiphany. Silly thing, huh?

A bit of introduction: Even though I've got an academic background in science, I'm a bit superstitious about weird things. Maybe it has to do with my nationality (we've got elves and stuff back home). One of them is that if I check the time and it's 11.11 I can make a wish. It has to be in the morning (back home we don't do am and pm -we can do the math, so 11.11 pm would translate to 23.11) though.

So, we have a time of epiphany; 11.11, 10/10/10. Anyway, I was about to make a wish as I'd do under general circumstances. Usually I've got no shortage of wishes what so ever. At that point though I genuinely could not think of anything I'd like to wish for. Can you imagine how lucky I am? Isn't that the absolute wish after all? To not have any wishes. I guess, bottom line, life's pretty solid at the moment. Hopefully it'll last like that for a fair bit.

An entire change of topic:
Today, I did volunteer work at an event as a part of my uni program. It was great in every sense - I'm not going to go into any details though. What I found interesting though is that after lunch there were debates. Lots of fair arguments there definitely. But, and this is the big but, what amazed me was some of the artists (notice, some! definitely not all) perspective of things.
Note, I'm not in any way demeaning the importance or greatness or what ever about art. I'm not an artist though so maybe I'm just ignorant.

What amazed me though was that some of them, were bitching about the arts council, not enough funds, not enough audience etc.. Why that caught my attention was that, if you can produce something from within yourself that gives you pleasure that is a gift. A gift that ought to be treasured. If you can actually get someone else to like your work that's fascinating and a huge bonus. If you actually can make a living of it, that should never ever be taken for granted.

Art goes pretty much as far way back as anyone knows. Still I'm pretty sure back in them old days the guys then were a bit more concerned about surviving than anything else. So the privilege modern artists live with, were governments actually pay you money to do some drawings or dance or what ever you like literally should blow your mind every single time.

Anyway, enough of that, this guy here sums it up pretty clearly
"how quickly the world owes you something...":


Well, those were a couple of thoughts from me today.
Hope all is well,
Hrefna Helgadóttir

Come back!

Alright my darlings. How do you do?

I'm bringing this website once and again back to life. I'm afraid though I will be introducing some changes. The first, and most obvious one is that I'm swapping languages. Another change is that I'll try to post more frequently about my escapades in my lovely surroundings here in London town, maybe even with a bit of an artsy twist. I genuinely hope that both of my Icelandic readers won't be disappointed in these changes.

This serves multiple purposes though.
-Since I just started an arts uni program, and digital media is considered an art form (blog falls under the category of digital media, ergo it's an art form) I might as well enrich the never ending context that cyberspace has to offer with my perspective of things. It's art!

-Second, stating the obvious though, I'll be expected to hand in essays and coursework at uni (I know, crazy talk), so I will use these grounds trying to get proper grasp of getting my thoughts on a piece of paper in English.
So bear with me if I get something wrong. After all, I'm only one of them humans!

-Third, I'm supposed to do stuff and write a diary about it. I know, I felt a bit silly about it too. I decided to make it public so it's just awesome instead.

-And last but not least, I actually quite enjoy posting random stuff here every now and then.


Before I call quits for now, I'd like to express my jealousy towards those of you going to Iceland Airwaves. Honestly, I've been telling everyone how awesome this event is all around the world (pretty much in London though), all year long. And I'm not going. Wouldn't mind seeing the front line of the Icelandic music scene, which is pretty good at the moment I'd say plus awesome bands like Bombay Bicycle Club and other bands making there way over to my hometown to kick ass!

Cheerio, Hrefna Helgadóttir.

PS. Just made some changes on the layout as well. I think it looks quite nice actually.

best.

BEST...


..I áratugurinn


..A blogg sem ég hef séð lengi


..A hljómsveit í heimi akkurat núna


..A tilfinning í vinnunni að senda út svona fínt kaffi


..A íslenska bók sem ég hef lesið lengi


..I barinn


..A staðsetning á vinnu sem ég hef nokkurn tímann haft


..I rithöfundurinn sem ég hef nennt að lesa


..A babe í heimi


..A deit sem ég hef farið á


.. í heimi


..A sem ég ætti að gera akkurat núna

heppin

-ég á ótrúlega fallega fjölskyldu heima á íslandi sem mig langar að knúsa og kyssa og borða kvöldmat með og heyra hvað þau hafa að segja á hverjum degi
-ég á marga fjöruga og skemmtilega vini á íslandi sem eru að fara í gegnum vænantlega eitt af skemmtilegustu tímabilum ævinnar, þ.e. að móta hvað þau eiga eftir að verða, og ég mundi elska að vera til staðar fyrir þá í gegnum þykkt og þunnt
-ég á dásamlega vini og vinnufélaga í london sem koma fram við mig eins og ég sé fjölskyldan þeirra
-ég fæ heimsóknir hingað í stórborgina frá vinum og vandamönnum sem dekra mig í bak og fyrir
-ég á kærasta sem er allt sem ég gæti óskað mér
-ég er í vinnu sem ég hef gaman af, þar sem ég er vel metin og er á frábærum stað
-ég á heimili á íslandi
-ég á heimili í london
-ég gæti flutt til ástralíu þar sem ég á enn fleiri að
-ég get lært hvað sem ég vil


mig langar rosalega mikið að sinna öllu ofantöldu betur en ég geri EN

kannski er ég þreytt

kannski vil ég loka mig af inni í herbergi eftir að hafa sinnt pirrandi kúnnum, verið að vinna með samstarfsfélögum sem vita ekki neitt allan daginn og tekið enn eina ofurfulla lest með milljón illa lyktandi, freku og fúlu fólki

kannski er ég ótrúlega sjálfselsk og vanþakklát fyrir það sem ég hef

kannski er ég "bara tuttugu ára" og ung og vitlaus

kannski ætti ég bara að taka mig saman í andlitinu, verða skipulagðari, duglegri, leggja meiri rækt við það sem ég hef, taka ákvarðanir og koma því sem ég vil að gerist í verk

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hae krakkar.

ae, eg er ekki i skapi til ad posta einhverju her. aetladi bara ad segja hae.

hae.

princess.

hæj þú. vá, ég er búin að sakna þín geðveikt mikið.

vá. ég er meira að segja hætt að lesa mig sjálf. en ókei. ég hef eiginlega ekki frá neinu að segja. ég er komin yfir ævintýraskeiðið þar sem allt er nýtt og spennandi og krejsí. núna er ég bara svona boring venjuleg manneskja sem vinn til að borga leigu, fer út að leika við vini mína þegar ég hef tíma til og þess á milli horfi ég á sex and the city eða er bara almennt óspennandi.

það þýðir samt ekki að það sé ekki gaman hjá mér. það er alveg ógeðslega gaman hjá mér. ég elska london. þessi borg er æðisleg. það er alltaf eitthvað hægt að gera. ég til dæmis fór um daginn á miike snow tónleika. ef þú veist ekki hver það er, þá er heppnin með þér. því ég er að segja þér það núna. skemmtileg hljómsveit. gúglaðu hana bara. stundum leyfi ég mér að fara út að borða voða fínt eða fá mér sushi, eða kaupa mér flösku af góðu víni. svo er líka alltaf eitthvað fólk að koma hérna í gegn. sara margrét kom hérna um daginn á leið sinni til kenýa, birta ara var að flytja hingað og svo kemur friðsemd í næstu viku og mamma í næsta mánuði. víí. ég ætla kannski að fara í heimsókn til láru líka. til portúgal. svo langar mig soldið í svona langa heimsókn til íslands. ekki bara í tvo daga. heldur þú veist, marga.

ég og hadrian og jj ætlum kannski að fá okkur hús saman. þá verð ég kannski með sófa. þá verður líka alltaf partý hjá mér. þér er boðið ef þú vilt. svo langar mig núna geggjað mikið í skóla. að læra. sitja heima með bækur og vera bara að lesa, skilja og pæla. hlakka sjúkt til. gæti verið að ég haldi mig bara hér. því hér er svo gott að vera.

bæj. heyrumst fljótlega.

Lundunir.

Sara Margret Hardardottir.

Elin Ros Eliasdottir.

Birta Aradottir.

Helga Waage.

Torarinn Stefansson.

Fridsemd Sveinsdottir.

Helgi Hjalmarsson.

Arora Arnadottir.

Tessi listi er klarlega elitan. Tetta folk kemur ad ollum likindum til med ad hitta mig i london. I tessum manudi eda naesta. Va. Ma eg vera med. Nei, biddu. Tau eru ad koma ad hitta mig. Naestum oll bara til ad hitta mig. Sum eiga bara leid herna um reyndar.

Sjitt.

Tad var lika snilld tegar Lara var herna. Svo er reyndar Grace ad fara. En hun sokkar hvort sem er.



PS. Eg skil ekki alveg af hverju eg er ad borga mig inn a internet cafe tar sem facebook virkar ekki. Hvad annad gerir madur i tolvunni? Svika internet cafe.

PS2. Hefuru fattad hvad dagsetningin i dag er mega ruglingsleg. 10.01.10 eda 01.10.10 eftir tvi hvada systemi tu ferd eftir. tetta er eins og svona tolvukodi. eins gott ad vera ekki talnalesblindur i dag.

TAKK FYRIR ÁRATUGINN.

áratugur. sem ég man eftir. sjitt hvað ég er gömul. förum aðeins í gegnum þetta. ég er ekki með nein gögn á mér, svo þetta gæti allt verið haugalygi.

2000
ég man enn eftir 2000 partyinu sem var í bílskúrnum hjá diddu. það var sko ógeðslegt því það var sko VANGAkeppni. í verðlaun var samt sko GEISLADISKUR (fyrir tíma downloads). kúl maður. annars man ég ekki mikið eftir 2000. ég var held ég bara eitthvað að vera 10 ára.

2001
ég var örugglega að lesa harry potter. eða eitthvað. já og mamma gaf mér sko nokia 3310. það var svalast í heimi að senda svona "kúl" sms. svona bangsa að knúsa mann eða eitthvað þegar maður fletti niður. geðveikt. við fengum líka að fara á BÖLL. vá, það var það svalasta í heimi.

2002
sjöundi bekkur. vá við vorum sko ELST í skólanum fyrir utan unglingadeildina. vá hvað við vorum gömul. ég held að ég hafi líka flutt út á álftanes. hugrún og eydís fæddust. ég bjó í barmahlíðinni við hliðina á maríu og ská á móti rakel. hinn ledgendary Hringur var stofnaður. ég, diljá, maría, rakel, ragnheiður og bergdís til að byrja með og svo bættist iðunn við. við áttum svona hringabækur þar sem við skrifuðum færslur á borð við:
í dag hittumst við hjá rakel. hún var með fullt af góðum kökum. ég kom með kex og diljá kom með snakk og ragnheiður kom með gos.
svo voru HINAR stelpurnar eitthvað með móral og stofnuðu jónas geit. útileikir voru það mest kúl sem var til. ég held að besti hittingurinn sem við höfum haldið hafi verið þegar jónas geit og hringurinn héldu fund saman heima hjá mér á álftanesinu og við fórum í vatnsblöðrustríð. ég hélt líka upp á afmælið mitt með náttfataþema upp á álftanesi.
já og freestyle. ómæjgad krakkar.
já og reykir. slagir í matsalnum anyone? hendandi svínasnitselum á milli borða og svona.

2003
ég fermdist. ég var í 8. KS sem var án efa frekar hress bekkur. hringurinn hætti saman. örugglega því við vorum allar ógeðslega miklar gelgjur. ég held að þetta tímabil hafi verið hápunktur svokallaðara "myndaflippa". á þessum tíma áttu allir folk.is/eitthvadkul heimasíður. ég dó svona þrisvar á dag úr stressi yfir samræmdu prófunum. án gríns, ég man miklu meira eftir sjöunda heldur en áttunda bekk. greinilega ekki margt spennandi í gangi.

2004
níundi bekkur. við sáum um leikritið. ég fæ ennþá samviskubit yfir að hafa tekið þátt í að leika óendanlega dramatíska ástarþríhyrning bróðir hans pálma. fullt af drama í gangi hérna. mest út af engu held ég. ég klæddi mig í ógeðslega ljót föt man ég. plasthringir, plasteyrnalokkar, röndóttar sokkabuxur, doppótt pils. jesús. vá hvað mér fannst þetta kúl samt. vinahópar á blogcentral síðum er það svalasta sem þekkist.

2005
án efa leiðinlegasta ár grunnskólans. hér er ég búin að vera í hlíðaskóla í tíu ár. ég er komin með ógeð af öllu fólkinu, öllum krökkunum, náminu og bókstaflega öllu. drullufegin þegar ég útskrifaðist loksins. skoraði tíu í stærðfræði á samræmdu prófunum. örugglega eina einkunn sem ég á nokkurn tímann eftir að muna. ég sótti um í mr því ég meikaði ekki að fara í sama skóla og allir hinir (mh eða versló). ég fríkaði út og breytti umsókninni. restina af sumrinu vissi ég ekki hvort ég væri að fara í mh eða mr.
ég og sara ákváðum að akureyri væri málið. um leið og færi gafst lá leiðin til akureyrar. áður en ég vissi af var ég farin að hlusta á metal. ég. ég veit.
ég og mamma og ragnheiður og mamma fórum í stelpuferð til köben. köben stendur nú alltaf fyrir sínu.
kom í ljós að ég fór í mr. þriðja e. byrjaði svo sem ágætlega en ég hafði nú ekkert sérstaklega gaman af þessum skóla.

2006
mr fer að gera vart við sig sem leiðinlegasta pæling ever. mér fannst fólkið leiðinlegt, námið leiðinlegt og eiginlega bara allt leiðinlegt.
við fórum samt til danmerkur. ég og diljá og ragnheiður og anna ákváðum að fara til köben. kemur í ljós að hinar stelpurnar úr gaggó ákváðu að gera það sama OG vera á sama hóteli (gistiheimili) og við. ekki kúl. ekki fyrsta daginn amk. svo var eiginlega bara gaman að vera sjö stelpur í köben þar sem er hægt að kaupa bjór þegar maður er sextán. og gengi krónunnar var eitthvað sem ég pældi nú ekkert sérstaklega mikið í. en það var mjög hagstætt þar sem við lifðum þarna í viku eins og prinsessur, að eyða sumarhýrunni okkar í h&m og öðrum fatabúðum í okkar gömlu góðu köben. ég pældi nú ekkert sérstaklega í því að þetta var væntanlega í síðasta skipti í mjög langan tíma þar sem var ódýrt að fara til útlanda að versla.
þetta var líka árið sem ég varð skinka. og alveg últra. ég tanaði meira en ásgeir kolbeins og var ógsilega töff.

2007
fór loksins að kunna ágætlega við mig í mr. byrjaði í sminkinu í herranótt, byrjaði í fimmta bekk og allt var bara nokkuð gott. tók þátt í félagslífinu af fullum krafti, var að vinna á caruso, djamma á prikinu og almennt að vera kúl.

2008
nosferatu á herranótt. svalasta vampíra sem ég hef séð. twilight hvað? frekar skemmtilegt tímabil. útskriftarferð á rhodos. bjó úti í lúxemborg um sumarið að passa lítinn prins. hvað var ekki að gerast?

2009
dimmisio - útskrift úr mr - grikkland og london. alvöru ár. ekkert að þessu.

2010-2020
vá, ég hlakka til. hver veit?


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