Well, it's been a while since I made any entries here, so I guess it's about time I do.
Even if I really don't have anything to say.

Last few days have been hazy. Managed to catch a flu, which should involve a lot of puking.. or general up and downness, if you catch my drift.
But my body seems steadfast on not letting anything go up. So stomach pains, burning sensations and extreme nausea and dizzyness have been bothering me a lot lately.

Such a flu should clear up in around 24 hours, but I managed to have it for 5 days now.
But I'm feeling a bit better today, but still expecting the worst.

Otherwise things have been very calm here the last few months. Nothing huge has happened, well.. There was one thing.

One day, like a month ago, the three of us (me, Carsten and Axel) woke up, got some food, and took the dog out for a walk. My father decided to take a nap.
We took our time, walked a large circle around the neighbourhood. When we came home, my father is sitting as his desk, literally bathing in his own sweat. He tells me that we need to go start the car and drive him to the hospital.

I didn't need much explanation, because my father has been ill at the heart since he was a young man. So, the four of us, along with the dog, stuffed ourselves in a semi hurry into the car and drove to the next town to see a doctor.
The women at the reception didn't have to be told twice about what was going on, and my father got a fast response, so he didn't have to wait too long. We spent a long time there, my father lying on a hospital bed while they injected him with all sorts of junk to see if it had any sort of effect on his racing and very irregular heartbeat.

Me and my father both knew were this was headed. This wasn't the first time this happened.. More like the fifth, so it was just a practiced drill of a sort. So we weren't really surprised when the doctor who was tending him came into the room to tell us that a bed had been reserved for him in the capitals county hospital, and he should report there right away for further tests and to be prepared for a "restart".

This particular restart I'm talking about is a basic procedure for people with similar condition as my father. When the heartbeat is as irregular as it is, it needs to be helped to reset into normal. But when modern medication doesn't help they have to give him a short anasthetic to put him under, at which time he is given an electrical shock to stop his heart. When he has no pulse, they start reviving him again with another electrical shock. Then it's basically just the question of him waking up again. Ofcourse this procedure has some risks involved, but it's sometimes necessary.

Anyway, we drove all the way to Reykjavík and we go to the emergency room and report to the receptionist there. She tells my father to take a seat in the waitingroom, but my father was feeling rather weak and out of breath so he just took a chair right infront of the reception.

We wait.. then we wait a bit more.. and then we wait even longer..
After having been waiting for over half an hour, I'm getting slightly irritated and against my fathers wishes I knock on the reception window. The receptionist opens and I remind her, politely, that my fathers heart condition isn't getting any better by waiting this long.

Either waiting this long was just a standard procedure or she actually listened to what I said, because withing a few minutes a nurse came to where my father was sitting and asked him to follow her to where he was supposed to have the "operation".

After having followed my father in, and helped him get comfortable (as comfortable as you can get in a situation like that), I arranged for Axel to go to my grandmothers house, until we could go home. The little guy had been so brave and wellbehaved the whole day, but he was getting tired, hungry and annoyed. And later I found out that it was best, and I'm getting to that part soon.

After waiting for AGES longer, a few doctors came into the room and announced that they were going to prepare my father for the procedure. They took out all this creepy equipment, even the electrical pads, started preparing the anasthetic. And then suddenly, the doctor who was supposed to take care of putting him to sleep got a call and had to leave. So everything was put to a stop. He had to go wake up a patient on another floor.

So my father, who ofcourse was scared even if he didn't want to admit it, was surrounded by all the stuff that would ensure either life or death, had to wait longer. As if he was feeling fantastic before.

But at that moment, my brother (whom I'd called and informed of the situation) came in and was able to spend some time with my dad. Few minutes later, the doctor came back and asked us to go to the waitingroom, because they were about to start.

We went there.. But we might as well have been sitting right infront of the room (which had no doors, just a curtain) because we heart everything. I could've described everything to the very last detail.

I was tired, I was scared, and way too scared at this point to be strong for everyone else, so.. I was very happy that Axel had gone to his grandmothers house, because even if he's young he knew exactly what was going on. He wouldn't have wanted to listen to all this.

But luckily everything went well. Now we just had to wait for my father to wake up from the anasthetic. Shortly after we were allowed to go in, my sister came over as well.
Me and Carsten arranged for my brother to stay with my dad so we could go grab something to eat, we hadn't eaten over the whole day. It was closing to 19:00 in the evening, we'd been there with him since around 11:00 in the morning.

But my father got to go home later that night, so all went well.
Only thing is, doctors want him in for further tests and such, and hopefully my dad is gonna take his lifestyle a bit more seriously in order to get healthy.. Since this is after all the fifth time this has happened.

I'm just thankful everything is allright, and that he was at home when it happened. Because he'd already been away from home for like, 2 or 3 weeks, on the other side of the country. He'd just come home the day before.


Anyway. I've babbled on way too long, and I need to find something to do before I go mad.
I'll try and be a bit more active on here.

Today I write, with sadness in my heart.
Let me elaborate.

I live on a big island, with a small population. There's only just over 300.000 of us. So every time someone gets murdered, raped, or killed in an accident wether it's a carcrash or someone falls off a building during construction work, everyone will know.

Unfortunately, accidental deaths are becoming somewhat of a daily bread for us here, and each and everytime it strikes us where we're most vulnerable as we're all very tight and close considering our numbers.

Last friday there was a hit and run in a town not far from where I live. A four year old boy was driven down, and the driver just made himself disappear. Didn't even stop to call the emergency number or to see if the child was injured, just drove off.
No-one knows how long the boy had been lying there, aside from some witnesses that said they saw some car drive away by the time that they found him, but there's no way of telling if that had been the same driver and car that caused the accident.

Every second counts. We're talking about a badly injured child. The child was so badly injured that the police had no other option but closing all traffic to specific streets and escorting the ambulance which transported the boy to the capital for medical assistance, as the hospital in the town of which it happened weren't capable of helping him. And with tears in my eyes, I find it hard to say that that little boy, who was only four years old, did not make it another 24 hours.

I find it hard to swallow, as I can only imagine how I would feel if this were my son. This boy was merely a year older than my son.

Mind you, this happened on last friday, early morning.
This little boy had been looking forward to christmas, and the thirteen santa clauses to give him treats into his shoe. He hadn't even had the chance on opening the first window on his christmas calender, which holds the best chocolate available to man.
Driven down, and abandoned. I can't imagine how much this boy had suffered, only so young, lying there all alone in his own blood on the street. And the only person that could have possibly saved his life, just drove off.

I encourage you all to drive safely and be on the lookout. This season is a dark one, and one can never be too careful.

The only thing I can say for sure, that christmas this year will not be pleasant for this little boys family, as their little gem has been violently taken from them.

I pray that God takes good care of this young soul, and that you all who have kids, will try your best to guarantee your childrens safety in traffic.

God be with you, little boy. Our thoughts will be with you.

My last few posts I've spoken a lot about the inner self that everyone has, and how wrong I feel it is to judge a book by its cover. So I have decided to compose a list of all the people I can think of and write something good about all of them. Regardless wether I have had my disagreements with them in the past, and perhaps do not speak with them in the current present or if they are close friends - I will put them on this list, and I will say something good about them. Even if it takes me hours to find something good for everyone.

I don't care if the people on the list read my posts or not, but I hope they do. Because I think that everyone deserves to hear something nice about themselves, as common as insecurity is these days.

I came to this decision as I have myself often recieved judgement from people, and even people that weren't exactly in any position or right to pass judgement on me. People have said some nice things, and some nasty things, even weird things, and I've always wanted to know what lies there beneath. It's probably just another one of my flaws, but even so, I've still reached the conclusion that I want to let people know what nice things I can say about them.
Those who don't get on the list, it's just because I didn't think of you at the given time, but anyone who wants is welcome to message me at all times and I will put you on there.
I just hope you will excuse the lack of Icelandic letters.. There are none on this keyboard. XD

Sveina: You're a beautiful young woman, with her life ahead of her. You can do just about anything you put your mind to. I love your cheeky, giggly and squeeky personality. As far as friends go, you are my soulmate. Stigvel.

Gnusi: Even after our 10 minutes of hating eachothers guts in the past, your unique talent of making me smile and laugh is something that has always kept me drawn to you. You're a great listener, and on more than one occation you've helped me settle some various emotional dilemmas which I greatly appreciate, seeing as it more or less put you on the spot or between two boulders.

Astbjorg: You have the most wonderful and sincere smile in this world. You have always remained true to yourself and your friends, and that's something anyone can truly admire about you. You have a lovely glow about you, that makes one feel compeld to adore you in every way.

Andri: Despite our habit of constantly going our separate ways, you're one of the few people that somehow always managed to stick around one way or the other. Your hidden persistance, and your charming personality is something that can not be compared to any other person I've met.

Moli: Regardless of your illness, you never seem to stop. You always have something going for you, wether it's a possible opening of a possible successful business, or selling lemonade on some random streetcorner. You never seem to even think about giving up on everything, because that's what most people do. Your sarcasm is just about as flaming as your red hair, and a witty, sarcastic comment never seems to be far away.

Brynja: You probably have the most contageous laughter in the Reykjavik area. You laugh with your whole body, in such a sincere way and you absolutely glow of happiness and appreciation of what you are surrounded by in your life.

Snorri: As far as the other gender goes, I just couldn't have a more plutonic relationship with anyone as I have with you. No shame, and no limits. You're an intelligent and fun guy to be around. Even if we don't know eachother that well, only the outer shell, then I have always felt comfortable with talking to you, and I feel I could say just about anything without the fear of being smitten with the Mighty Hammer of Judgemental Freakehness.

Atli: To be completely honest, I've never met a straight person, as homosexual as yourself. And I say that in a good way. You have never seemed to give a good goddamn about what people around you think. You always go your own way, and you do it laughing and smiling, with that goofy look of amusement. You have just about everything a woman wants I'd say, seeing as they always seem to chase after the gays. ;)

Mobus: I swear, I didn't even know what a lesbian was till I met you. Same as Atli, you just waltz around in life, not giving a shit about what others think. You're open as a book, simply because you have nothing to hide. You're open to anyone who has the honor of talking with you, straightforward and honest. And damnit, you have the best tasting nostril ever!

Benni: You're a kind and gentle soul, with loads of hugs to spare. You really showed you were a true friend during the times we worked together at Boomkikker. You were always the rock I held onto, and you were always just a phonecall away if something happened. I hope you know how deeply I appreciate all the things you did for me at those times. I would never have gotten out of my shell hadn't you been there to support me.

Keny: God knows we've had our disagreements before. Loads of those. But I have always admired how honest you were and straightforward. You never sugarcoat things, and you also helped a great deal with forcing me to lift a burdain off my shoulders by talking.

Fanney: During the worst times, you and Gnusi were always there. You did more for me than I could ever have expected, and I can't believe how long you tolerated being my trashcan whenever I needed to whine and complain. And even just when you came for a visit, just so we could sit there in the same room and shut up, it always relaxed me a great deal having you there. You're the most hardheaded girl I know, and I'm so proud of you for what you're doing with your life now.

John & Jazz: I can never thank you two enough for allowing me into your home to stay with you for those ten wonderful days. You two are way above the charts when it comes to generosity and patience, and the fact that you could tolerate me around there for so long. You're both funny, honest, loveable, and probably the greatest friends anyone could have. The two of you, and Simon, helped me get over a huge speedbump in my life, and thanks to you I had 10 days of good nights rest for the first time in years. I sincerely hope that I can repay you all the favour one day.

Starri: Where to being? Our friendship started in probably the weirdest circumstances there are. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. That's how it has always been. If I've had a problem, I could talk to you and you'd listen with one ear, while you had the other on something else. But that's one ear more than a lot of people would have gotten. You let me into your home when I was on the street, and you even cooked for me! It's your utterly sarcastic, mean and nasty personality that makes me care for you so much. The difference between you and other people like you, is that when you accept the fact that they are assholes, they're just assholes. But when you accept the fact that you're probably the biggest assholes of them all, you're actually quite an ok guy! No words need to be spoken around you, we've just felt comfortable enough around eachother to say nothing at all.

Ana: You're a nice guy. I've told you that many times, and it's about time you listen. You are capable of a lot more than you give yourself credit for. You're always willing to have a chat, wether you're busy with something or not, and you were pretty quick to understand that you need nothing to hide from me. As far as I know you've been honest and sincere, and that's more than any person in your position would dare to be.

Petur: You're an intelligent person and talented in many fields, with a larger heart than you care to show others. You have a extraordinary knack to tell stories, and a unique humor that seems to fit any circumstances. And lets not forget, you make the best Backstreet Boy poses of all the people in Kaffi Vin.

Erlend: You're the cuddliest, kindest and most big hearted person there is out there. From day one, your striking honesty and your way of making every fact be the greatest amusement got me drawn to you. You've always remained a friend to your friends, and that's something so many people lack today.

Brian: A better drinking buddy will be hard to find. In all the commotion, and the weird circumstances that we met in, you were the person I bonded and clicked best with. You have the oddest way of getting through all the obsticles in your way, as bad as they make you feel, by making a joke out of it. The best drinks, laughs, and times, I've shared with you. You're an extremely good person, and on more than one occation you've welcomed me into your home with open arms, and every stay was better than the last.


That's about all the people I can think of right now. My condition at the moment is severe lack of sleep (as per usual). For those who read this, and are not on the list (but want to be), let me know.
Right now though, I'm going to distract myself with some minor amusement and prepare myself for sleep.

I wish you all good times,
Inga.

In early May, this year, one of my upper end grinders (the one you get around 20) started popping down. The two lower ones have already surfaced and been removed, just about a year ago, so it was just the two upper ones left.

So, as I said, one of the upper ones surfaced *slightly* and was giving me hell. Over the last 5 or 6 months it's been aching because it only seems to want to go like 0,00000000000000009 nanometers down every week or so. But it was constant irritance. Not to mention that it seemed to have developed some kind of alien genetics, because it was pointing in just about every possible direction, being really sharp and pointy.

Then it started giving me even more pain. So, I decide, before it becomes almost unbareable to have it up there, I'd go to the dentist to have it removed.
For those that don't know, I suffer from sick phobia of dentists. The screaming / crying kind.

But with my experience, I decided it would be a lot better to have it removed now rather than wait till it ached enough for the anaesthetic  to be rendered somewhat useless.
So, this morning I call the dentists office to set up an appointnet. And voila, there's an appointment an hour later or I could wait till after the weekend. I tell them to expect me within the hour, so I got dressed in somewhat of a hurry and ran out the door and drove for 50 minutes to get into the capital. The whole way I tried my best to convince myself that I was doing the right thing, and it'd be best over with.

At first I thought it was just going to be a checkup, since that's what his assistant said. He didn't have time for much else.
I didn't even have time to brush my teeth when I left the house or anything, but I just barely made it in time, because his assistant politely escorted me to the chair, and put those cute little neck-napkins around my head and told me the dentist would be with me shortly.

I wait there, my heart pumping at 80 miles per hour or so. Still trying to convince myself that it will be allright. I waited 10 minutes, and the dentist finally comes into the room, and he says, "Ah, Inga! You're back. Good to see you again."
I told him, as happily as I could, "I really wish I could say the same."
He laughed and started poking and prodding around my mouth.

After only about 10 seconds of examination, he sighs and says: "Well, this little guy will do nothing but cause you pain. So, how about we just give you a little anaesthetic and pull it out? It will only take about 10 or 15 minutes."
I told him, "As much as I'd like to say no, and run out of here. I think I'll just stick around and get it over with."


So, he injected me with lots of the anaesthetic crap, although I didn't really feel the affect of it, since my tooth still had feeling like 10 minutes after. But I decided, that since the procedure itself would only take around 15 seconds , if I managed not to punch or bite the dentist (as I'm prone to do), then it'd be allright.

I asked him to get one of his assistants to come and hold my hand, and he suggested getting another one to sit on my legs (he knows me that well), but I told him that even though there wasn't a person in the world that scared me as much as he did, I'd try and be brave and just punch and kick the chair instead.

So, he started. His assistant making faces over her soon-to-be-broken hand, and then it came. The scream as he pulled it out completely. I'd hate to know the number of clients went running out.

The assistant probably went to put some ice on her hand, and my dentist probably felt worse than I did because of what he did.

But regardless of all the horror, I'm still glad, and maybe even a bit proud of myself for just getting it over with.
Normally I'd probably have postponed it till it was just about to kill me. And even with all the pain, I'd still have postponed it even more had he offered to do it at another time.

But I was lucky though. I probably have the best dentist in the world, even though I never really liked him till recently. A really nice man, he is. And it doesn't seem to matter how often I've literally kicked, punched or bitten him, he's always willing to help me when I need and always seems glad to see me. For those who dont know, I've been with this dentist since before I was born. :P My mom has always gone to him, since before she had us kids too.

But good thing is, it's over. I'm not in pain after the whole thing, and I'm not even the least bit swollen. And I wont have the same problem as so many people do after having wisdom teeth pulled, with food getting stuck in the holes after etc. thanks to good advice from my scary, but friendly dentist.

On a note from my previous post...

Even as judgemental as I can be (as everyone is), I always try and believe in the good of mankind.

It's part of my faith. Perhaps many people don't know, as this is not a fact that I'm waving around frantically in the lone purpose of convincing people that this is the only right way of thinking, I am religious.
I am Christian per se, even though I don't place a lot of trust in the bible.
I just believe in what I think were the true teachings of the prophet, Jesus Christ. (Even if I'll never admit he was the son of God as such).

To give an example of what I mean, my son seems to have inherited my believes even if I haven't even told him of them.
I have told my son before, that if he isn't a good little boy the boogieman will come take him. I use that to an extent as if he's behaving really badly, and it's a last resort - instead of spanking like so many parents do. I feel that this resort works better than the latter.

My son, on the other hand, informed me of what he thought. Even though he is slightly afraid of the boogieman (or as the "Ugly man" as he is referred to in Iceland), he feels that the boogieman isn't really bad or ugly, just misunderstood. I feel this is a very philosophical way of seeing it, considering the fact that it's coming from a three year old. But it basically shows me that my son is more like me than I could ever have imagined, because as I was raised and as I have always firmly believed, the only way to see this is not from one perspective but from dozens. To weigh and evaluate every possibility and aspect of every situation before forming a solid opinion.

So like I mentioned in my previous post, about judgemental people and their "victims", as such, nothing is always as it seems. At first glance it's only the outer layer that you see, and even that can have you jumping to conclusions.  That's basically what, in modern society, we call ignorance.

You can say french people are rude, russians are drunkards, italians smell bad, and brits have bad teeth etc. etc. But a person of prejudice is a person of poor judgment. Even if there's a small truth to all those statements, it will hardly ever cover the whole deal.
Lets just imagine that you were charged with a petty crime, or some major felony. In either case you were innocent. You are escorted into the court room where the judge or jury were supposed to evalutate the evidence, and it was your chance to prove your innocence. You walk into the courtroom, and instantly the judge/jury don't like you, just because you don't seem to fit their standards of looks. You didn't get much sleep the previous nights and you look like crap. But just because of that, the judge/jury instantly decides you're guilty, and you're sentanced to rot in prison.

That's just as fair as our judgement. People are only outcasts because of other peoples lack of common sense...

If there's anything that's changed drastically over the last few years, it's peoples need to judge others. Not to mention their urge to completely overestimate situations, and blow them completely out of their origional context.

Let's take an example.
Few years ago, like a decade or so, when a man took a bath with his son or daughter, everybody cried in awe over the extreme cuteness of a man participating in the household and the upbringing of his children.
Since then, things have changed. Today, people can't share photos with their family or friends in fear of being charged with childmolestation. The first thing people think when they see a photo of a man bathing with his son or (especially) with his daughter, they scream "RAPIST!" and people just get these wild ideas about the man sexually molesting his children, when in fact this same man was just enjoying a good bath with his offspring, which he doesn't see as a sexual being in any way.
I mean, for christs sake. Parents refuse seeing their children as sexual being, even after they start throwing down children like some rabbits.

People read an article about a bankrobber, or someone who assaulted another person and brutally beat them, almost to their death. Or something more petty, just an article about a guy who went into a store and went out with a sandwich and a diet coke without paying. Lets say that the article gives a description of the said person, "He had long hair, wearing a blue sweatshirt and worn-out jeans".

Next day, people who read the said article, see a longhaired man and instantly thinks he's some kind of criminal. "No, I don't like longhaired people, they just beat the shit out of other people, to steal their sandwich and diet coke."

People see a blondehaired girl, who dresses by a certain code. People instantly think "Oh, there's a typical spermdumpster. She's way below my own intellectual level, and she'll fuck just about anyone."

People see a man, who obviously spends a lot of time considering and adjusting the way he looks. He's got canned-suntan on, he's got hair in the shape of a divingboard, and his outfits are designer clothes.
People instantly think he's a shallow, dim-witted "Holier and prettier than thou" kindof person.

People see another person who wears clothing marked with their favorite metal band, who also dresses by a certain code.
"Oh, there's a person that never bathes."

People see a goth, and instantly think the said person is some insanely depressed person who was abused sexually in childhood, and takes out it's misery by craving attention by such clothing and appearance.

And the list goes on.

My question is.. What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Where does this need to belittle everyone else around you, to paint a prettier portrait of yourself?
The fact is, as many groups of people there are, with their own mark from society, the chance is you belong to one of these groups. Doesn't matter how "normal" you feel you are, somewhere out there, there's a person who has categorized you into some group they apparently don't like and have various names over you that perhaps you wouldn't like.

I have caught myself doing this a lot, and I always end up thinking I should probably give people another chance. And that's exactly what I do. Even though the odds are I wont even like the person, I still give them the benefit of the doubt.

Thing is, I'm just really tired of people judging others by their haircolour, dresscode, or their skincolour.

They don't deserve your pity, but they don't deserve your crap either.
What I'm saying here, if you ever catch yourself demeaning another person, even if it's just in your own head, just stop and look at yourself.
Even though the next person is wearing ridiculous trousers, it doesn't make you a better person.

Inga.

Yes yes, I know. You missed me. *bows gracefully*

I'm terribly sorry for my lack of blog at late, but as per usual, there's a lot on my mind. But regardless, things are looking a lot brighter now than they were. Carsten is somewhat cured of his homesickness after our extended visit to Denmark (which was awesome by the way).
And he also got a job. Like, yesterday. Err, well. His first day was yesterday.

I'll give all credit to my brothers girlfriend, who was helpful and wonderful enough to help us get him the job. We were starting to give up a bit. As incredible as it sounds, I do that sometimes. -.-

But yes, our trip to Denmark. Quite a story that. I had a fantastic time.
The point of the trip was to meet his family. I met his parents, and his kid sister. His mothers parents, and his brother from another mother, along with his girlfriend.
And I must tell you, as much energy I've spent hating Denmark, Danish language and Danes in general, throughout my life, I was most certainly not expecting such a large group of incredibly wonderful people. Seriously, all of them are great. I lack words to describe them, that's how great!

There was one bad thing about that trip though. And it requires a heap of explaining. And just because I feel like babbling a lot (mainly because I haven't slept much and I'm generally just annoyed) I'll tell you.

Do you know how it is, that when living in your homecountry, you just seem so unafraid of everything? I mean like, insects, wildlife, nature etc. Well, in Iceland, we've got this really annoying wasps, that sting you. And that's about it. We don't have anything else. Well, ofcourse we've got heaps of various kinds of insects, spiders, and other animals, but nothing harmful. They don't bite, and most of them are smart enough not to venture into peoples homes. We've got some pretty disgusting looking spiders mind you, they give me chills everytime I see them. But they leave you alone completely. At most they make a spiderweb somewhere on the outside of your windows, and you so rarely see them anyway. I mean, spiders.

But in Denmark.. Is it rare? Fuck no. I swear, there's something with that country and spiders. They're EVERYWHERE. You go into a car, you drive to the store, and you go in for five minutes. Then you come back, and your car is literally covered in spiderweb. I'm not joking or exaggurating in anyway. It's just plain disgusting. And that's not the worst part. The spiders that seem to have a hobby of dressing your house and cars, and other items you keep outside your house in white vintage kevlar clothing are really tiny. But they don't come into your house. But the only spiders that come into the houses, mind you, are fucking HUGE. They're like the size of my fist. By common standards I don't really have big hands perhaps, but that's aside the fucking point.

Their legs are like no other I've ever seen. The whole thing is like black and gray, like a crossbreed between a crossspider and a fucking elephant. Their teeth are like the size of toothpicks, and I swear I saw some hair on there too. And they're just fucking everywhere in the basement of my inlaws house. And guess where Carstens room is? Yup, you guessed it. IN THE BASEMENT. I swear, when I was trying to sleep at night, I literally wrapped myself up like a tortilla-burrito crossbreed. I hardly bothered to have airholes in my comforter. And it took me hours to fall asleep every night, because I got this really annoying itch every 30 seconds, like something was crawling on my leg, stomach or back. And everytime I woke up in the mornings, I woke up in a panic. I jumped up and grabbed the closest blunt object (or my crossword magazines), and played kung-fu master on the bed for about 40 seconds until I was completely sure there were no spiders around me. I HATE those things. I really do.

It's not that they bite, or do you any harm. Truth be told, they run away as soon as they see you, or stay still and pray that you don't. It's just the mere sight of them that sends chills down my spine, and an urge to sleep in an airsealed suitcase.

And because we slept on matresses in Carstens room (as his bed is barely big enough for him), we ended up dragging them up to his parents livingroom (muchly entertaining his mother), and sleeping there, as the basement seemed to get infested in just one day or so. First few days I didn't see a single one of those beasts, but they just seem to come out of no-where. One day I saw one, five minutes later I saw about 200.

The day after the livingroom adventure, his mom went down to the storage in the basement, where they had a couch/bed they weren't using. It was elevated from the ground, and pulled away from all walls just to soothe me. But still, I wrapped myself up pretty tight, and continued being a blackbelt kung-fu master, wielding crossword puzzles to my protection.

When we came home, the first thing I did was to take everything out of the backpacks and suitcases, and shaking every item or clothing expecting to see one of those bastards. No way in hell I want them in my house, because I think the first time I got some proper sleep after those two weeks was here at home, because I enjoyed kicking my comforter all over and off of me, because I figured kung-fu just wasn't for me. Allthough, I do enjoy my crossword puzzles.

Since we got home again, things have been pretty quiet. Just tried to relax and put everything else aside for a while. Even went to the movies a couple of times.
But yesterday was definately not my day. I'm allergic to Nikkel (for those who don't know, it's common in fake jewelery, beltbuckles, and even coins), and a few years ago I got an allergic reaction to a beltbuckle and my whole stomach was one huge, bleeding and itching sore. This was when I was 14. After it went away, it's kept popping up again every once in a while, even if I don't wear a belt, and all the copper buttons on all my pants are covered with bandaids or other stuff to prevent it from touching my skin. So I've got sores on my stomach now, and it just wont stop itching. I've got an infection in my right eye, so I look like I have pink-eye (and now, I haven't smeared my face with ass), and I'm just really tired in general.

The worst thing was though, I found cake in the fridge. Which is normally a really good thing! I love cake. Cake is good for you.
But, just imagine this. It's a pretty big portion of cake, even for a larger person. I eat all of it aside from the last bite, which just happens to be the only bite I look at properly (aside from greedily cutting it to pieces and shoving it in my face). And guess what. It had green spots. XD

And me, with my hypersensitive stomach and digestion, paniced. This caused me to drink a whole lot more coffee than I'm used to, and those who know me should know, I drink a LOT of coffee, from a really big mug. And when my stomach starting growling and churning later that night, I decided to take some fish, and I made a strong curry dish out of it. After that my stomach was fine. I suppose it went like "Fuck you, I aint doing this shit", and it gave up. So no puking or peeing through the wrong hole! YAY ME! So, I suppose that was *one* good thing about yesterday. Aren't I the positive thinking person?

But seeing as I haven't slept for.. ages, I think I'll crawl into bed. It seems to be taunting me.
I wont apologize for spelling errors, or missing letters in this post, as I'm writing on a keyboard with an Icelandic layout but Danish setup. I can write fine on a US keyboard with US settings, and Danish settings, and Danish keyboard with icelandic, Danish and UK settings, not to mention Icelandic keyboard. But an Icelandic keyboard with a Danish setup seems close to impossible for me. Somehow this explaination seems rather complicated and confusing.. Well, I wont apalogize for that either.

Take care, all. And stay sane.
Don't do anything I would do, etc.

Inga.

Hey there folks.

Today was a special day. Not because anything special happened, but because it was one of those days where you make a personal discovery, that for some weird reason makes you feel a lot better about yourself, and about life.

It's funny how things go for each and every one of us. Some are constantly happy, at least they seem to be at most times, and others have it really bad. One bad thing happening after another. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the latter group, but today was one of those days as I said.

I'm guessing that it strikes all of us sometimes, that little glimpse of hope and general optimism. It's just one of those things that we rarely talk about, or even not at all.

Just today, I was walking to the store for my father, to buy some soda and malt ale to have with dinner. And on the way back one of those clichés started going through my head. Why the hell am I here?
One thought led to another, in miraculous speed (considering my brain capacity, which sadly enough isn't too great), and then I started thinking about the fact that I am here, a person. Me.

We sometimes feel like we're completely alone in this world, each and everyone of us sometimes feel that they are the only thinking being in the entire world, and everyone else around us is just a drone of some kind wether if it's to our convinience or inconvinience. I for one, in all my arrogant glory, feel like that a lot of the time.

But the point is, I've never really thought about what a great coincidence it is that I am here. One in a million. I could bring up so many examples (and as could you), many rude and perverted (for some of you at least) to why it's such a great coincidence for each and every one of us that we're here, on why every specific soul landed in each specific body.

I guess, what I'm trying to say, that a lot of us have it really bad sometimes, or all of the time. But for me personally, just the thought of how miraculous it is that I am here, and alive, with my personal thoughts and all the abilities that comes with being human, just makes me feel so lucky somehow. Because on that specific moment that I was concieved, just because I was the first spermcell to breach the egg, I became me. It could have been someone completely different. Hell, it might not even have been anyone. Just think, that because my great great great great great great great etc. etc. grandfather, pillaged some village in Ireland, and took with him home a little irish slave, unknowingly he created a string of coincidences or perhaps fate, if you will, that led to my excistance.

I don't know any better way of explaining than this, other than making everyone think that I'm some really arrogant little bitch that thinks the world revolves around me hehe. But it's really not what I meant. It's just like that for any of us. Just because your ancestors did something, they were creating a string of coincident/fate that led to your excistance.

I suppose it's a real surrealistic way of looking at it, but it's so great somehow.
All this thinking just made me feel better somehow, because I realised with it that I've been spending way too much time lately feeling sorry for myself, and pissing and moaning about why things can't be better than they are. And whilst doing so, I've completely failed to see all the other things that are good in my life, and those good things (even if there aren't many) weigh a whole lot more than the bad things.

Sometimes we feel like we don't want to excist. But after today, I think I'll have a different view on things. Because if I didn't excist, I wouldn't have the honor of having all those good things in my life, and to know all you great folks out there. And that'd be a great loss indeed.
And for that matter, I wouldn't be able to feel those bad things either, which are lifes weird way of making me stronger.

You can say many things about life, but subtle isn't one of them. It's got a funny way of slapping everything right in your face, and it couldn't be more clear each time. But most of the times we're just too blind to see them. But I've learned, that if I stop even for just a second to broaden my horizon, and view of things, it makes everything a lot easier.

Life is for the living, as they say. So if we don't try and overlook the bad things at least once in a while, to just get a good glimpse on all those fantastic things you're so lucky to have, then you aren't living it.

I just wanted to share this with you, and I sincerely hope that it brings a smile and some joy to those that don't have it as good as they'd want.

Just remember, that whenever you feel life is kicking you in the face, it's really trying to lend you a helping hand. We're all the craftsmen of our own luck and fate. So in theory, you are the ones installing the steel toe onto lifes foot... If that makes any sense.

Best wishes to all of you out there. We all deserve better than we feel.

Inga.

Well, I'm in Skagaströnd now. I left my laptop at home, so I'm using my mothers laptop, which is quite funky to say the least.

It's not just the fact that I'm not entirely fond of Acer laptops it's also that this laptop bears obvious signs of use from a person that has no idea how computers or systems function in general. ^^

But it's nice to be here regardless. Nice relaxation, no stress or anything. We came here origionally to go fishing, but ended up helping my mom rearranging the furniture in her apartment. I'm not complaining though, even if we don't go today, there's still the day tomorrow and there after that we can use for that.

Basically, for those who don't know, Skagaströnd is sortof my hometown. I haven't lived here since I was 12 or 13, so it's been quite a while. It's this scum-hick-town in the middle of ass, back in the northen fjords of Iceland. I don't enjoy the company of the inhabitants as such (aside from my mother ofcourse), but it's a nice wiff of fresh air, because as I said before, this is just a zit on Icelands ass. Nothing else here, and no pollution, no stress from the neverending craptown that the capital is.

Yes, I am a countrygirl. -.- STFU.

We came here late afternoon yesterday, we left a bit earlier than we had intended. We were gonna leave late afternoon yesterday (around the time that we arrived) but the plans changed as the ship that my mother works on docked a day earlier than origionally planned. The night before we went out to meet an old friend of mine and we had a few drinks with him, and stayed over at his place. So my sincere apologies to those I wasn't able to inform of my plans (at least those that were expecting to hear from me).

But we're staying here till Sunday or so, we were going to stay here till Monday, but seeing as we got in a day earlier, we'll leave a day earlier. Plus my dad has some errands to run on Monday so, ofcourse, he had the final decision.

Now we're being thrown into driving to the neighbour town to buy a grill, coals and liquids. As we were kindof asking if we could grill some meat tonight. *drools*

Better not keep them waiting then, gonna drive on, blast loud music in my dads huge Toyota Executive. Maybe drive over a few hicks no-one will miss.

So, will maybe write a bit more later when I'm not being yacked to constantly.

Will miss you guys while I'm away, and hope you're all well.

Inga, soon to be birthdaygirl.

I'm sick ass tired today. I slept a full nights sleep, but I'm still just leaking down here. No energy or anything.

I suppose it might have something to do with Axel leaving today. He'll be going back to his father in the afternoon, and I'm feeling a bit sad because of it. Don't really know what I'm gonna do to keep myself busy while he isn't here. Or for that matter, how am I gonna wake up at a decent hour and be tired in the evenings? :P

When he's gone, I could wake up at midnight, stay awake for 36 hours, and still not be sleepy.
But I suppose, I'll survive. I'm just gonna have to look extra much forward to the day that he comes back here to drive me crazy.

I've also felt lately, that I've been missing some of my friends. Both friends that I've met that live all over the world, and friends here back home that I haven't seen for months or even years. I feel like just packing my bags, and taking a long trip around Europe, and try and meet everyone that I miss, and those that I haven't met yet. I feel as if I miss even those that I haven't had the pleasure of meeting in real life yet.

But I guess, all in due time. Can't afford living at the moment, so I probably can't afford travelling to x many countries. Things sure would be easy if I'd just win the lottery... without even having to pay to buy the ticket!

Since I can't make a trip to Europe, I 'spose that just leaves me enough time to save some money up and fix everything here. I do need to find an apartment, soon. Don't think I can take much more of living with my father. As much as I care about my father, we just share too much of the same temper, but too little of our opinions.

Right now, I'm sortof trying to keep my eyes open, but every time they open, they seem fixated onto the coffeemachine.. Maybe my head is trying to tell me something.
*quietly sneaks to the coffeemachine and makes loads of coffee*

That solves it.

I still haven't gotten properly dressed, I've just noticed. When I woke up I was kindof yanked out of bed and told to come out for a smoke. So it was just the first things I could reach that I put on... I look like a ragamuffin. At least I'm a ragamuffin who's soon about to have coffee. Everybody knows ragamuffins love coffee. *nodnod*

Well, I'm gonna scoot now and do something more .. useful?

Laters