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August | 2006 | Animals & Feelings
I love them. And they love.
“Of course we are massive fans of My Bloody Valentine. “Loveless” is probably one of my top five favorite albums of all time. I think that, even if we don’t sound like them, there’s a connection in terms of the approach to the music”
You light a fire for them
While I open my mouth
And poor myself into them
Until they reach an ocean
Salty like you sweat
Wow sometimes I make so little sens it’s explicit.
I know it’s absolutely crazy, but I’m seriously thinking about trying to be a *** for art classes. It’s something I never tried and I’m very curious to try it. It’s again part of my battle against “****”
Who knows…I may end a “***”.
Today at school I saw a guy – probably my age. But I was struck by how good he looked. It’s not that he was cute or sexy or anything, no no. He just had this really …good attitude – He was dressed like I would if I had money. He instantly made me miss my long hair. Maybe I’ll grow it. In a year. And I really want money to get all these beautiful clothes.
Might be the answer.
I just have to try etukäteen.
Posted on August 29, 2006 | Leave a comment
Mo chéad lá ar mo sheanscoil. Is bhí sé an-leadránach.
My first day at my oldschool. And it was really boring.
Had one of these sleepless nights and my dreams made no sens and were just stressing me out. I woke up and it was nearly a relief.
Dressed up – tried to look halfdecent. It was wet and cold. I thought I looked kind of fine for my first day.
My first class was this formation for monitors to help people in difficulties with French. I kind of aprehended this class because it’s at 8 am on mondays and well it’s just a choice I made but now I see how it could really help me. The teacher seems fine. She’s kind of a layed back lady. Finally found out that the legend that one could say chevals is wrong. It’s chevaux! Like it should! …lazy bastards who say chevals (though I have – but I was tired).
It was three hours but that’s alright, since we’re about 10 in a small local (windowless…of course).
Then at about 10.40 I left home because I didn’t have classes before 3.20 and well I was hungry because I ate porridge (now that I know what it is, I’m happy to eat it – makes me feel finnish), apples and hummus.
I came home at about 11.something – I had halfforgotten how much I hate the metro and bus system. I had to wait 20 minutes for my bus which takes 15 minutes to get me home.
I ate hummus again and went to sleep until 2.25, too the the 2.42 bus and arrived in my Spanish class.
God do I hate spanish. I don’t really know why – I just can’t explain it. I mean – I learn languages some people might find absolutely disgusting (like Finnish for Aszev) and I love them, and I know alot of people are interested in Spanish…but for god’s almighty sake…
And the thing is that I got this really uptight gray haired boring nonnative (again) teacher. She didn’t even let us speak. We were nearly not allowed to breath.
It was boring but I saw people I hadn’t seen in a while so that was nice.
And now I’m home and wrote some text in Finnish to be found on my new blog.
And now I feel like trying to translate this to Icelandic so here we go:
Ínótt var ein af þessum helvítis andvaka nóttum en mig dreymdi rusl og draumarnir mínir voru bara streitandi. Það munaði engu, að ég var feginn af að vakna.
Klæddi mig – reyndi að líta hálffínn út. Úti var blautt og kalt. Mér fannst eins og ég liti vel út fyrir fyrsta skóladaginn.
Fyrsti tíminn minn var þessi frönskuleiðsögukennaramyndunartími til að hjálpa þeim sem hafa í erfiðleikum með frönsku. Ég svona eins og hlakkaði ekki til þessa tíma því hann byrjar kl. átta á mánudögum og líka að það er bara ég sem valdi þennan tíma sem aukatíma. Kennarinn lítur út fyrir að vera æðisleg kona. Hún var svona eins og “layed back”. Loksins uppgötvaði ég að sagan sem segir að hægt væri að segja chevals er algerlega ósönn. Maður segir chevaux (hestar)! Eins og það ætti að vera! Þessar hundletihaugar… – Hvað um það, þá var ég þar um það bil þrjá klukkutíma en það er allt í lagi þar sem við erum frekar lítill hópur (u.þ.b tíu) í lítlu herbergju (gluggalausu, að sjálfsögðu).
Þá um tuttugu mínútur í ellefu fór ég heim af því að ég þurfti ekki að mæta í neina tíma fyrr en korter yfir þrjú og líka af því að ég var bara svangur – át bara haframjöl, epli og hummus (nú að ég veit hvað haframjöl er þá er ég feginn að borða það – lætur mér líða eins og ég væri finnskur). Kom heim um hálf tólf – ég gleymdi hversu mikið ég hata andskotans neðanjarðarlestar- og strætókerfið. Þurfti að bíða í 20 mínútur eftir strætó sem tekur aðrar 15 mínútur til að skutla mér heim.
Ok now I’m tired of translating. It’s probably not even good, so what’s the point!
Now it’s 9 ans I’m tired.
Na hainmhíthe a chonaic mé aréir.
Posted on August 27, 2006 | Leave a comment
Eläimet jotka näin eilen.
The animals I saw yesterday.
Yesterday when I biked to/from montréal I saw one deer, which looked hurt at its foot. I stopped and looked at him for a while. It was funny – it tried to look casual, and go on eating, but would suddenly turn to me just to make sure I hadn’t moved. I didn’t want to scare it to make it run on its hurt foot.
I saw 4 skunks, one of which was a roadkill which I intensively examined, one on our lawn eating a dead squirrel, and two others. I tried to scare one because I love the smell of skunks. I don’t know why but I really do.
Then I saw two people having really torrid sex in a car parked infront of a house on a normal street (kind of important too). I had never really seen other people have sex – it looked intense. It was very funny.
In the back seat…that must be uncomfortable. Oh I remember I had seen a couple have sex in the middle of a park in full daylight under the covers. With Gailer. That too was funny.
Now I hope I’ll see him cause it’s his birthday. Today really feels like a fall day. My mom made fires and it smelled of cleaning and it’s been raining all dya and it’s cold and tomorrow school again. I don’t want to.
Posted on August 27, 2006 | Leave a comment
I’ve started a new blog so I could put all the language related things somewhere, instead of spreading it here and there. It might not last but it’s fun now to have a new title.
Today is Gailer’s birthday.
Yesterday I biked to montréal and ate Icecream with Guillem. It was nice but I bailed on Gailer.
I told my mom you were gay, just for fun.
Posted on August 27, 2006 | Leave a comment
If all drugs become illegal, then I’ll leave you.
Posted on August 27, 2006 | Leave a comment
My father worked in the wheat
When he came home we ate his shirt
Boiled it and it tasted bad
We had to move because shirts
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