Today

Today is now, tomorrow never.

Falling in love with my own emotions

I just arrived from a two weeks trip with my sister in Holland and Belgium and I haven´t slept for 31 hour. I feel tired and I feel sad. I feel happy and I feel glad. Everything at the same time. In a way this trip seems like a typical holiday to enjoy ones time off and meet old friends but in a way this was so much more for me. I feel like I´ve grown. Emotionally. In every possible way. I learned that feelings are so importand in life and they are what makes this all worth while. Being able to love and care about people, places and moments. Getting a physical closeness from a man without it having to be sexual. Only giving energy to each other is something that intrigues me in a whole other level. I´m starting to sense and understand in a new way. An interesting way. I love how life keeps surprising you, you evolve with it in its constant change of blow.

I´m in love with life and my emotions.

done.

I´ve suddenly finsished one year at the university which I started out of more spontaneity than anything in my intire life. It feels good. After hard work I can do anything, nothing is expected of me. To celebrate the end of my exams, I didn´t get hammered, I played monopoly and cleaned my room. O my has that room not been cleaned for an embarrasingly long time.
Now I will devote my time to reading, writing, painting, working (on the side) and best of all; traveling. I will be going somewhere this summer, a part from enjoying the Icelandic summer I will travel abroad, of course, how could I not?

Relief. Enjoy. Live.

Plógurinn

það er enginn djöfull til nema í manninum, það er ekkert helvíti til nema vond samviska

-Þórbergur Þórðarson

Við erum breysk og við erum mannleg. Með því að tala er hægt að komast að helvíti mörgu. Við tölum mikið en komumst aldrei að neinu.

við förum ekki nógu oft í plóginn

FREEDOM

Frelsi
Lokun
Bjartsýni

Allt í einu, allt í senn.

Ást á frelsinu.

Mig kitlar í fingurna.

Losun hugmynda, laus úr varðhaldi neikvæðra tilfinninga

dreams slide into your everyday life

After going ridiculously late to sleep because of a silly movie and then an awful sleep where I was constantly waking up, I came back to reality on the wrong side. The last bit of my dream I remember before I was woken up, everything was falling apart. I couldn´t do anything right and I took to grumpiness with my from the sleepworld into the concious one. I started focusing only on the bad things that normally are so small that if I had woken up on the right side of myself I wouldn´t even notice them. I really do not know why I´m writing this. Possibly to get rid off my annoyance towards life and this gray, cold, depressing, autumn morning.
Just the fact that I had the idea, and for a glimpse of a second, I wondered if I should go back to sleep, skip school and not go to work. Lie in my bed under the sheets all day and escape reality. Go back to the land of sleeping and see if things aren´t a bit more simple.
Well yes. Just that fact says alot. Since I´m not the type of person to wallow in selfpity about nothing. So before it hits noon, I´m going to move to the other side of myself. The right side. Or the left one, depends how you want to look at it. I will keep studying, do my best, go to class and work tonight!
Life isn´t so bad. It´s actually awesome. Just depends on which side you´re going to pick. I pick the joyfull one.

Surviving on the iceberg

Coming back to Iceland felt like my head was put into a bucket of icecold water. Sraight from bar-working, late nights and smoking like a chimny into a healthy, homey, hardworking, schoolgirl that always goes to sleep before midnight. My body had to severely recover from this sudden change of lifestyle. Now after almost two weeks I'm finally catching my breath. It feels good to be back at school. My brain and mind is more alert.

Although I do not know how long I will last on this lovely iceberg. I've already found myself looking through some exchange booklets at the university.

But for now this is it. Goddamn those icelandic hills. Biking here is ten times more hard work than in sweet flat Holland.