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June | 2006 | Animals & Feelings
í gær gerðist frekar lítið. Ef til vill ekkert áhugavert, nema kvöldið. Ég var alveg að fara að sofa – reyndar var ég í náttfötum og var að lesa uppi í, þegar birna kom heim úr vinnunni – hún ætlaði, með Ninu, að kveðja Joke, sem er belgískur skiptinemi hér, og líka mjög góð vinkona hennar birnu. Ég var andvaka og mjög æstur í að gera eitthvað, þar sem dagurinn hafði verið frekar tómur. Svo keyrðum við til hennar Joke og sátum og kjöftuðum í smá stund – það var frekar þung stemning þarna inni – ég var líka leiður, þótt ég hafi hitt hana bara einu sinni – goodbyes are hard. Ég held hin stelpa héldi ég væri íslendingur – í smá stund.
Svo fórum við heim. Birna fór upp að sofa, en ég varð niðri og talaði við hana Gná og hann Eið. Þau voru bæði eitthvað full, en ekki blindfull eða öskrandi full – bara pönsulítið ölvuð. En Gná var svo sátt við að sjá mig og hún talaði við mig og hún var bara æst! Hún gaf mér bók – sjálfstætt fólk, í svona harðri útgáfu og örugglega mjög dýr líka. Og hún sagði mér að hún héldi ég væri neikvæð manneskja og ég þyrfti pottþétt að breyta þessu – hún gaf mér hollt ráð eins og enginn hefur nokkurntíma gefið mér í minni fjölskyldu – ég elska þá fjöldskyldu. Gná sagði hluti sem ég á eftir að muna – alltaf fara jákvæða veginn (hún sagði það ekki í þessum orðum). Hún sagðist vilja pæla í því að leyfa mér að búa hérna þegar Ásdís fer til útlanda, á meðan ég stunda nám í háskóla – í eitt ár! Vá…hún er bara frábær manneskja – þessi hjón eru bara bestu. Hún er svo mikill jákvæður heimspekingur – hún veit hvernig mér líður – að ég er þægilegur stundum í minni eymd. En ég vil breytast.
Hún og eiður gáfu mér aðra bók – rokland. Þau gáfu mér hana ekki, en sögðu mér að lesa hana þótt ég fattaði ekki allt.
Ég er búinn að lesa bjargvættinn í grasinu síðan áðan.
Nú rignir mikið úti – ég reyndi að horfa á mynd en hún var mjög heimskuleg.
Ég er mjög stoltur af sjálfum mér – ég notaði orðabókina bara tvisvar fyrir þennan texta (hollt ráð – ég ætlaði að segja “ræð”, og var ekki viss um hvort það væri heimspekingI eða spekingUR, en skrifaði UR, og hafði rétt fyrir mér).
Mér finnst þessi texti voða góður.
Today was a great day.
In the morning I tidied up in the room – then we went to the húsgagnahöllin or something to look at dýnur and sofar because the brother is coming over after a year in Italy.
Then I went downtown – I got a lift from Gná with Birna. I looked at the mál og menning store all day but never found it. I went in this small used book boutique on hverfisgata (við kaupum bækur – við seljum bækur) and bought myself a hardcover version of The Catcher in the Rye in Icelandic from 1975 for 500 kr. I felt pretty happy so I went to the diskstore on laugavegur and looked at cd’s for birna because her birthday is coming up – but I didn’t feel like buying her a cd anymore because it’s always what I give her. So I bought myself a cd for 1800 kr (this is really expensive!) – My Bloody Valentine!!!
The image on the cd case is exactly what i see when i play the music – fainted pictures and colors with alot of white. it’s so good to finally have it. It’s absolutely great. It really is. I know it’s stupide, but I kind of feel proud of having it.
Then I’m walking on laugavegur again towards hlemmur to take a bus when I see Örvar and Gunni from múm! So I stop them and say Hi and ask them how they are and they even remembered me!
‘Ég er gaurinn frá montréal, manstu?’
‘Jajá! Heyrðu gunni! Komdu!’
‘Hann er litli gaurinn sem var var með okkur á tónleikunum í montréal’
‘Jaja! hvað segirðu gott maður?’
‘bara allt fínt! En vá hvað er skrítið að hitta ykkur aftur!’
‘en þú talar góða íslensku!’
‘Hvað ertu gamall núna Örvar’
’til hamingju!, en heyrðu, ég verð að koma mér af stað – veriði blessaðir!’
I couldn’t believe my hand! I really couldn’t! I immediately wondered why I asked how old örvar was – I guess I couldn’t remember the year the gig was – it was his birthday anyway and he was 27 – so three years ago – which means it was the summer from secondary 4 to secondary 5 – june 23th 2004.
I also wondered why I ended the conversation so rapidely – i wasn’t actually going anywhere. I guess I got nervous – He seemed really happy to see me, because he invited gunni from the other side of the street to come and see me. Maybe they would have invited me for a beer somewhere! Who knows.
Then i took the bus home, with two books and a cd and múm in the head and on the hand.
I came home, birna wasn’t there, working. So we ate a snarl, and I went for a swim at the laugadalslaug again – I walked reading The Catcher in the Rye – and i swam a little, did some eimbað, did some heitur pottur (the hotest is barely barable.).
I walked very slowly home – took the same path as yesterday with birna, and remembered yesterday as if it had been days ago, and I got sad, and I missed here, even if she was close, working, there.
Then I got home and read and listened until ásdís came with fanney, a friend, who once again compared me to lárus, a friend of ásdís, who’s norwegien and speaks bad Icelandic. Apparently we speak very much alike, and are alike.
But I’m not a fan of these comparations.
It’s crazy how nostalgic I can get about something which litterally happened yesterday – i’m crazy I tell you. I reall am.
(It’s so much fun to speak like Holden.)
I’m happy icelandic-wise, because although i rarely speak, I’m learning full of new words, like öll óviðkomandi umferð stranglega bönnuð, or hársnyrtistofa, or einkabílastæði, or bifreið, or ruslapoki, or snarl, or kling, or what hlemmur is, and all these kind of practicale (or less practicale – rennibraut) things which I couldn’t care to learn from a book, like gámaþjónusta. And also expressions, of which my favorite, something like “eúíst” (eða þú veist).
I’m thinking of making this my second home – work when I come back, and come back here for christmas, and work, and have birna over, and go back for next christmas, and work and then go there for much longer.
i really hope I can meet erla.
I wonder what I’ll give Birna for her birthday –
Boy, I’m really getting the hang of this place. I really don’t want to leave. I really don’t.
Posted on June 29, 2006 | Leave a comment
Posted on June 29, 2006 | Leave a comment
So birna and I went to the laugardalslaug yesterday. We walked and it was quiet and we swam and went into the eimbað which was hot as hell and we swam and I tought her to do a virage and she was really good! She really was. She had the craziest monokini !
Then we walked home but we sat in the grass and we walked through this really beautiful park. Then we went to the movies later that night and saw The Lake House – but I didn’t understand a thing. I was also very surprised at the price of the popp.
We drove around and raced and saw the seltjarnarnes’s viti again and then home and dodo.
I wish it wasn’t only because of the water – but up to now it has.
Posted on June 28, 2006 | Leave a comment
We didn’t go to the movies – we stayed home and watched the simpsons and then we listened to (watched) Lost in Translation and I was in Iceland and I was with Birna in her room and it was the best thing in the world. I felt I was in my world again, this place which is me and I love it – my bloody valentine, birna, lost in translation, reykjavík.
She fell asleep, I went downstairs and slept. Then yesterday was her first of two days when she didn’t work. So we went to the blue lagoon! And boy is it something! The water is not really blue where you can bathe, it’s more green or grey – glas in celtic languages!
We stayed there for a long time. It made me think of Sykurmolarnir and Ammæli and it made me think that I loved Iceland and only in Iceland would you find a bright blue lake in the middle of a profoundly dead looking hraun where only half-green moss grows.
We had alot of fun – we put silica (or the thingy) in our faces and me in my hair and now it’s still all hard from it, and we went in the banned area, and into water that was so hot we couldnt go any further, and we found a spot of only gums like birna call it. We went out, I ate yet another pylsa, she ate skyr, and she gave me skyr. We had fun complaining about the fact that there were more german than anything. I always try to be an Icelander and Birna a french tourist and we have a blast. I guess that when I have a bakpoki then people guess I’m not Icelandic because they adress me in English – but the other day I didn’t and a guy asked me for inn einn and I went up to a ss-pylsa wagon and he said góðan daginn (or more like góntæn).
Anyway, then we drove home and met nina at the ugly duckling where she (also) works and we drove to the snjóhús somehwere in the suburbs and we went in. It was weird – just a big igloo-shaped house in the middle of a rich surburb, but its empty and anyone can enter.
Then I met Gilles! Kvills! by accident, on skólavörðustígur – we were heading to á næstu grösum or grænn ksotur or something, and I didn’t see him because nina made me listen to a song by mugison on her ipod and I don’t like to look around when I listen to music and walk. i didn’t know what to say because he recognized me and I was just surprised as hell. He invited us over for a beer after the fr-vs-sp match he was going to watch somewhere.
So we looked for bjarnastígur ellefu. And then we ate, or in a different order.
I discovered the awsome street-wc which I had no concept of! It’s absolutely fantastic! So I had to try it. I guess alot of non catholic things must go on in these places – when it’s late and people are drunk and horny.
Then we came back because we all needed to drink – I couldn’t and still can’t remember the last time i drank.
So I drank some horrible horrible gintonic and maybe 3/4 of a big tuborg which is a first because I can’t drink any sorts of beer without kúast. Gná was so æst to make me drink it was fun fun fun! I absolutely love the familly here. I do. I really do.
Birna fell in it quickly enough. Nina was not drunk but she was swell.
I was and it was swell.
And then Sæmundur and then pieni yönpussi.
And then hyvyys – just hyvyys.
Today we want to go swimming me and birna and nina (or should I say nina, birna and I).
I still want to go buy the catcher in the rye because it’s good and I want to read it in Icelandic too! i wonder how they translate “goddam”..probably just helvítis X or djöfulsins or just andskotans or eh.
Holden is strange though – I’m not sure I understand him. he seems so sure of himself but always stricke me like a reject. He acts like an adult alot but sometimes he’s very childish. And he speaks really funny.
i really love this goddam book – I really do.
And I must say that I am Charlie and I just am.
And Birna is from Lapland.
Posted on June 26, 2006 | Leave a comment
I’m reading The Catcher in the Rye.
I think I’ll go to the bóksala stúdenta and get myself the book in Icelandic – bjargvætturinn í grasinu (the saviour in the grass).
Birna and I will maybe go see a movie tonight after her final math exam .
Posted on June 26, 2006 | Leave a comment
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