Sometimes small spaces hold the biggest secrets

What an interesting thing this life is.
Sometimes I just don't know, things somehow never turn out the way I imagined. I have an attraction wall, you know, one of those walls where you put up pictures and quotes that describe the life you want. A picture of the temple, my zebra, a Jane Austen quote, a drawing of me running a marathon with the weight I want to be written on it, the order in which I place the importance of different ways one can express love, a picture of flowers, a photo of my family, pictures of the savior, CTR, a faded note that says "what a great day!", a printout of a painting of a man and a woman sitting on the grass and surrounded by wild flowers, the man is playing an instrument and the woman has some flowers sitting on her lap, they are barely touching but still looking at each other. I wonder why I have such a problem with touching guys....actually, I know why, but why I haven't completely gotten over the reason why I don't know. I also have pictures of my friends, a picture of a stack of money, a sound of music picture, not because I love the movie, but because I love music, I want music in my life. So there you have it, but it is still not all the way finished. It is missing a picture of a ring, I took it down because I felt like it was kinda making me look crazy, I was gonna keep it in case I wanted to put it back up later, at a more appropriate time, but I lost it. Just as well I guess, Its gonna work out somehow but I am nowhere near desperate, I still have my undergrad and my masters to finish, I am only 23 and I still have to ..... actually, I don't have anything stopping me except the lack of man and love. But I am not in a hurry is all I am saying.

Yeah, wild flowers and a noble zebra, or nemo, either way, makes very little difference, just as long as they are part of my future.
But like I said I am not desperate to get married anytime soon, I am dying for a good kiss or even a make-out session though.
xoxo,
Unnur aka. Snow White.

The internet is the love of my life!

I LOVE THE INTERNET, I LOVE THE INTERNET, I LOVE THE INTERNET (sing it with me) I LOOOOOVE THE INTERNET!!

did you know you can learn anything on the internet! you can learn stuff no one really ever needs learn and things that are absolutely essential that you learn all on youtube, video jug, through google and wikipedia (though most of the stuff on wikipedia is just crap! but it helps you pass tests).

Today I learned how to kiss(tee hee, its true, I am a great kisser) how to make a burning lazer pointer from a DVD lazer and a flash light ( it can light a match and pop a balloon) and I also almost learned how to grind, but then I realized I don't particularly want to grind with just anyone and when I find someone I want to grind with I am pretty sure I will do a superb job without having to learn it from the internet.

In the past I have also learned how to bollywood dance, how to sow, how to make decorations for theme dances and parties, how to use photoshop and other useless but fun stuff.

the internet is great!

I attract crazies....

So yeah, I got to go home from work early because I am a wuss and cannot handle pain. I was actually really glad I got to go home, cuz this crazy lady who doesn't like me came to work and I felt like crap and wanted to cry and then I got to go home early so now I am just taking a break from my diet and eating chocolate frosting and chocolate covered raisins and still contemplating crying my eyes out, though I might need some help, a good movie or something.

I hate when people don't like me, because I like anyone I set my mind to liking and so I feel like poop when people don't like me and if at first they don't like me and they cant be bothered making an effort to like me it feels even worse. I wanted to punch the lady in the face....and then cry...or the other way around, I am not entirely sure.
So yeah, its becoming ever more clear that I attract crazies and drunks, which makes me worried because of something my good friend Robin told me once: "crazies attract crazies and then they all just hang out together."
So there you have it, I am most likely a crazy person.

This dude looks kinda crazy, wouldn't mind attracting him though....

people might get the wrong idea about me, like I'm a floosey or something.

This book I am reading talks about compliments and how people who receive compliments all the time are good looking and people who are not complimented a lot are ugly...well not ugly...just not gorgeous, and these people absolutely love compliments while the gorgeous looking people get used to being complimented and therefore compliments don't have the same affect on gorgeous people as normal people. Here's the thing, I do get lots of compliments (yes, I know, I am gorgeous) but I still love getting them..... makes me feel so talented and pretty..... sometimes I think my opinion of myself is just totally off. So what I am going to do now is name some things I think I am really good at. I am good at art, hugs, being around and taking care of kids, making friends (making friends and talking to strangers is not the same thing). Some things about myself I really love are my eyes, my hair, my smile, my teeth, and sometimes I even love my lovely body.

One thing I can't stand is my hight, for some reason I feel like short and round is better than tall and round...... I am a gorgeous and talented Icelandic troll.

did you say yes or was that a no?

Pretty much I suck.
If I think about it too much it makes me want to cry.
You might think you know what I mean, but you don't, so don't even bother trying to figure it out, because you will always be wrong.
This blog is not worth reading. It is late and I am in a shitty mood.
I should just cry already and then maybe I will feel better about myself. Actually, I probably wont.
Me being moody like this right now is just weird, I've had a great day. Spent some quality time with family and friends, ate good food, spent more quality time with my family and then went back to my sisters for a chat. It was great! I should feel great. damn it all!
Trashfacejunkpeaceofcrapinhellfreakingidioticass!!
....I actually feel a lot better now.... maybe I have tourette syndrome.
maybe I just need a good hug.....whats the deal anyways? why always get myself into situations where I end up feeling like the idiot and basically almost worthless.
And why tell the world about it.

Maybe cuz I trust that no one will really care, I'll be over it by tomorrow morning. It's not worth the fuss.
But just because I will be over it tomorrow morning doesn't mean I can't accidentally slip under it again by tomorrow night.
It all depends what I end up talking about tomorrow I guess.
And once again, please don't read into that, don't get any ridiculous ideas about what you think I might or might not be talking about. You are wrong either way.

You say you love me, but you're drunk!

I attract drunkards.

All the pretty things

I wrote a big long blog and got sick of it. It was all about my faults as a character, my disinterest in guys that show me any amount of interest and my being a total flake.
Did you know I love my job? not saying I want to work there forever, but I really do enjoy my job, even though I want to be something more. Right now I sell glasses, frames, spectacles, but I think mostly I just make people who are worried about changing their appearance with a new set of glasses feel at ease and excited about the change. Its fun, making people feel good, seeing someone come in with a worried look on their face and leave with a bigger smile and a lighter wallet than when they came in... muahahah.
I want to do the same in the future, except in a different setting and without making others wallets that much lighter, I would rather lighten the load on their shoulders. I want to work as an art therapist with women and children who have been sexually assaulted. I want to help them work through their emotions and come out stronger then ever! I have seen many a broken woman, I grew up having a self-defense teaching mom who wasn't afraid to tell me about her rape, she was one of the first women who started a womens shelter specifically for rape and incest victims, where women could come for counseling and other help they might need, she is my hero! I partially grew up in that place, with those women, and later sort of became one of them. Its really difficult, and the only thing I had to hold on to to help me work through what I was feeling was art and prayer. Maybe that is why I am so passionate about my faith and art. Good counseling does wonders too. I went to a counselor here in Iceland for a bit, I didn't like her much because of her views of my religion, and because of our difference in opinion when it comes to forgiveness, she didn't want me to forgive, I didn't want to live with hate. When I lived in the states another incident pushed me to go see a counselor there, I went to see her a few times and by the time our counseling sessions came to an end I was feeling absolutely wonderful! Now I love giving hugs, I love standing tall, I love eye contact, I no longer have nightmares about being attacked, I am more outgoing, like when I was 4 years old, I would just go out and make friends with anyone and now I am doing that again and it feels great!
I want to help others, help them know that there is life after rape, sexual assault and incest.
I love life!
Also, Amiina makes my insides hurt so good!

this is some life, innit.

The beginning of yet another blog...Started out having a kiwibox blog, but got sick of it and changed over to blogspot in like 2005 and never really got into it. Then I went over to myspace and am now a myspace hater, one of only a handful I s'pose. So I blogged on facebook for a bit but thats just not meeting my creative needs. So here I am, back at blogspot and already loving it.
To be continued....