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February | 2007 | Animals & Feelings
I’ve always been very interested in genes. Today I learnt more about mytochondrial DNA and then I read abit about Icelandic genes. I know it’s scary to be interested in the purity of genes, but I always thought Icelanders had a relatively pure “norse” genetic herritage. However now I read about it and it’s quite obvious that they have alot of gaelic genes. I love the facial features of Icelanders because they are always so obvious – but small and round faces with big round eyes and small noses is not norse, that is gaelic, to me. The norse gene is probably more like the people in southern norway, where sámi people and gaelic tribes had less (if not no) influence – tall and thin people with big noses and long faces, very blond hair and blue eyes.
Icelanders are not very often blond, most of the time between red and light brown (and then sámi’s with black hair like Björk).
Icelanders are so good looking most of the time – they have these round round faces. I love round faces. They’re so nice to hold in your hands.
I registered at two places today – concordia university and at the gym.
for 18 months. I hope to get in shape. I hope to lose that damn bumba.
The wolf and the elk and the bear.
E ůmlis oi hegdis oi peigion mis elbåsungiggis ni. E peigion i elbås veda Birna, eho e i elbås veda ůmlis im eiğ. Egg e hegdis da, oi e mis elbåsungigis no, olan e ungigis hi sehgia oi ůilla no, eho e fovomen růs no. E finnedin pogn hegede pehgiose oi, egg ůt aisen, go he hogga oda ůmele ho. Ůgsomen onta, pon hoggaohe loivode finnedin oda, oi e “susi” no.
Onle, ehi radeisen – poneudin metrola, egg dos oi peimen i hovola, ůegnint sammpiłteminde eude Sigur Rós ades teigsen. Oğ klaran moi osan toten da…
Posted on February 27, 2007 | Leave a comment
ALDREI LÁTA AÐRA HAFA ÁHRIF Á ÞAÐ HVERNIG MÉR LÍÐUR
ALDREI LÁTA AÐRA KOMA NÁLÆGT
MIG VANTAR ENGA VINI
Posted on February 26, 2007 | Leave a comment
This has to be the funniest thing ever said about litterature.
-Hvernig fékkstu áhuga á íslensku kúltúr?
-Ah! ta var í fyrsta…brjóst
-Þú talar nú reiprennandi íslensku
-Ahahaha, eggí rída mér! neí neí
-Nei nei, nei nei
Þorsteinn Guðmundsson er snillingur.
Fer ég í HÍ?
Fæ ég nógan pening?
Hringi ég í Klöru áður en ég fer að hátta?
Posted on February 26, 2007 | Leave a comment
Yesterday what a day. Yester.
I went out with Klara to a lounge which is the best place I’ve been to called Kafeïn which is a stupid name. We payed half of what we took (I payed one martini and one shooter – I got all in all one shooter, two martinies and shisha). We smoked shisha and sat in this lounge which is below groundlevel and the lights were very very weak and the music was goldfrapp and b.o.c.. We stayed there for a long time – there were so many people. Svo margt fólk – allir í sleik.
Then we went to Kojax – he talked us out of our mouths down into our bellies our guts – it hurt pretty bad. We had to talk so I went to her place and figured I would take a taxi home.
Then it happened in icelandic.
Mér leið eins og barn, lítið barn. 8 ára gamall snáði. Hún lá á mér nakin. Ég fór út úr henni. Ég hataði sjálfan mig. Mér leið eins og ég hafi þóttst vera töffari, en þegar öllu var á botninn hvolft, þá leið mér eins og barn – ófært barn. Ég hélt að hún hefði orðið fyrir vonbrigðum, en nei, mér til undrunar – hún var svo kát, svo hamingjusöm, svo hreinskilin og glær. Eins og villibörn í skóginum, sem kunna ekki að hafa mök, sem leika sér í liðju.
Við fórum og hratt. Við hefðum átt að fara mun hægar.
Hún var svo brött. svo falleg.
Ég svo lítill, svo mikið barn. Eins og lítil taska, fyrirferðarlítil manneskja sem telst varla með.
Ég hefði drepið sjálfan mig. Mig langaði til að hverfa undir sæng.
Ég kann ekki að stunda kynlíf. Ég er svo hræddur við mök.
Ég velti því fyrir mér af mikilli alvöru og einbeitingu, hvort ég væri kannski hommi.
Þau renna saman í einu.
Ég er að halda mér í löngun sem er ekki til.
Ég er að safna vinum – ég á nóga vini. Mig vantar ekki vini. Ég vil ekki annan vin.
Schizophrenia by Sonic Youth is a good song. A good song to listen to right now.
Posted on February 25, 2007 | Leave a comment
They fired me. But it’s ok.
Posted on February 24, 2007 | Leave a comment
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