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.