My best friend is also my bike.

modes of transportation. I have three. one of which is a favorite at the moment. The other two are, firstly, my parents truck, and secondly, my own two feet.

My favorite transportation device is my moms bike. (yes, I only own my own two feet, my parents own the rest of the transportation devices I use, but they don't use them much, therefore I have sort of taken over them, so just drop it).

At lunch today I decided to ride my bike (my mums bike) to the bakery to get some bread and then to the store to get some fruit, a salad, and some stroop wafels, so good on a hot day. The bike has a nice litle basket on the front which makes it ideal for going shopping on it.

During my bike ride I realized a few things:

I love bikes, and summer

Icelandic summer is perfect

I can't steer a bike with only my left hand

Aslo, I hit a bump in the road with my bike and my iPod flew out of the basket and then I drove the bike right over it....its still alive though. Its all good.

Lately my life has been so good I keep having these moments where I think to myself "Unnur, you are probably going to get hit by a car in just a few seconds" because life can't possibly be this good without there being a disaster waiting around the corner. No disaster yet though.

....I just have to add this one thing this just happened a second ago...I turned down a song on the radio I don't like and my dad goes "is it a homo song?"(as in gay) and I go "no!" and he goes "I think so".......what?!?!...my dad people, please give him a big hand!

There and back again. A tale of terror and heroics.

I went to FIN in Sweden and survived, I am now safely at home in my room...and the strange thing is I want more! It wasn't until the last night that I realized the magic of dancing with total strangers and being a superb wing man/woman. I don't think I have ever had this much fun at a YSA convention before. But I will be sure to find more conventions than just FIN to attend until next year, so as not to forget the lessons I have learned in the past week.
The thing is it was just perfect, a perfect balance of spending time with my Icelandic friends, my good old friends from countless other countries and new friends I just made during FIN. I feel like I didn't miss out on anything, I was as involved as I could be, or should I say, as involved as I wanted to be, as I set out to be in the beginning.

Binni I love you and I miss you. Nenniru að koma aftur heim og vera besti vinur minn aftur?
Matti, you are my hero! what a class A person you are!! I love you!
The rest of the Icelandic group, I am so blessed to have you as my friends!
My old FIN friends, every year I look forward to seeing you again, and dancing with you (especially Mr. Rene N, you are a star on the dance floor!)
My new FIN friends, you are the best! stay cool. I hope to see you all next year!! but in the meanwhile please don't be strangers!!

FIN makes the world go round! lots of love and laughs along with some drama just to spice things up.

HUGS
xoxo
Unnur

Sexist peaches and stupid hags!

So this crazy old fruitcake comes in to where I work, she was looking for frames, or glasses. Anyways, she keeps asking me the same questions over and over and then when I am trying to help her find what she is looking for she goes and says: "is there anyone I can talk to who can help me find what I need, I don't want to look like an owl for the next couple of years" and her tone tells me she is not happy that I have not found her a frame she likes already, and its only been like a minute and a half. so I kind of half smile and probably looked like I was both offended and amused by her comment and said "Well, I should be able to do that" and then realize that she probably has a little secret crush on my dad who is working with me today and helping some other people out. So I help her find a frame that looks great on her ugly ass face! and she just keeps asking me the same questions, probably hoping that my dad will be free to assist her soon so she can put her moves on him. I am discusted and I feel like I could puke!

Ég var að leita að ást og þegar þú komst inn í líf mitt....

Had such a wonderful dream last night, I kind of wish it would come true!
I am wishing for someone tall, baby blond or black hair, baby blue or dark brown eyes. The eyes have to be gorgeous and same goes for the smile. Tall tall tall and hugable.

Floods and French men

Unnur, Binni, Matti, Maliana, Rebekka, Kiddý and Julie went camping for the weekend. The weather has been absolutely gorgeous in Iceland lately so we decided it was about time to go camping. We had planned on going to Snæfellsnes which is northwest from where we live, but when we checked the weather forecast it said it was supposed to rain the whole weekend, everywhere....so we decided since it was less likely to rain in the south than in the north we would change our plans and head to the south part for a weekend of hopefully dry fun. Friday night we started driving aimlessly and ended up in Vík in Mýrdal (mýr-valley). We didn't want to camp at some sort of camping place and have to pay money for sleeping in a crowded tourist zoo. So we drove on a bit further and found a perfect spot for free. it was right by a little stream and just about 3 minutes away there was a gorgeous waterfall, a shower, as the guys liked to call it (and yes, they took a shower in it in the morning. We were putting up our tents at 11pm or midnight and then lit a fire and Matti cooked up some meat for Binni and himself.
In the morning it was already drizzling and then by the time we got in the car and started driving towards Jökulsárlón it was full on raining. We left the tents and our sleeping bags and some of the food though, praying no one would find our little camping spot and take our stuff. About 3 hours later we were at Jökulsárlón and it had stopped raining so we could walk around and take a video and some pictures. It was good fun. The video is now on youtube and is posted to the side of this blog. It probably wouldn't have been worth mentioning if a French tourist hadn't walked right into our short film making and let us interview him.
When we got back to our tents it was still raining pretty hard..and our tents were wet through so we packed our stuff and headed for Hveragerði where Kiddý and Rebekka live and Julie is staying. Kiddý has a hot tub in her backyard and her parents are the nicest people on earth! they cooked our food and filled up the hot pot for us and we just sat there and enjoyed being semi dry and inside. Matti, Binni, Maliana and I didn't get home until 3am or something, but it was totally worth it. that day we drove for about 10 hours and were partially wet the most of the time. But we had a good laugh and got to sleep in our own beds!

Don't forget to pray!!

I don't really know where to begin...maybe I should start with a prayer....or read the book of mormon....haha... My sister, julie, her mom and I were talking about the problems that come with being mormon and being so used to starting all meetings with a prayer, somehow the conversation took a turn and we got to the subject of mormons not knowing what to do on their wedding night and suggesting reading the book of mormon (true story hahah) after we were done laughing at that story we decided it would probably be best for me to start with a prayer when the time comes....I am not 100% sure but I think we might all go to hell for tonights conversation.
If you don't know what the heck I am talking about, don't worry, you're probably better off not knowing.

This morning I got a picture that proves that people from Hafnarfjörður are not stupid!
This is a picture of a large vehicle watering Víðistaðatún, which is a big grass field suffering from lack of water due to absolutely beautiful weather. Last year no one bothered to water the place, instead they just attempted to mow the dead grass. This year they have apparently learned from experience, mowing dead lawns is not good. And if you are wondering why they are watering the grass when the sky looks like it might rain, its an optical illusion. It never rains in Iceland!

Dear audience, please turn off your cell phones and try not to fart.

Short story, My lil nephew took me to the movies last night, yup he paid and everything, what a gentleman! So since he paid he picked the movie, we saw Hancock. It was surprisingly good and I actually wouldn't mind seeing it again. Maybe even borrowing it from one place or another at some point. Anyways, the movie was good but we sat right close to this lady who wasn't a lady at all! I mean, she was a woman all right, but no lady. Let me explain...no...there is to much...let me sum up.... so she kept talking the whole time and then every few minutes she would fart, not like a cute little baby fart, but like a frikin horn, I am pretty sure everyone in there heard her farting. The first time it happened I was like "wow, thats embarrassing" and then she did it again....and again...and again...all through the movie. I didn't want to turn around and stare at her in case she was retarded or something. So I just sat there as the air got polluted by one woman and her gas problems. I didn't actually smell anything though, it was an amazing experience, I recommend you try it if you ever get the chance!

Feels like someone is playing a saw in my heart......

...Let me explain. Life isn't always easy. I don't know why things do or do not happen. I do not know why I change my mind constantly and then end up nowhere near where I thought I would be but twice as happy. So, sort of like the saw is a sharp tool and potentially dangerous while the sound it makes when played with a violin bow is sweet and calming, my life is full of difficulties I cannot explain right now, but because of these difficult times I am able to experience the greatest peace and happiness. And the future is bright.
There is so much I want to say, but my brain is like all over the place, I think I am just really really happy! and it has nothing to do with love! well, sort of. I mean, I don't like anyone in particular at the moment, I love everyone and I love everything, and I think that is why I am so happy. I was watching Eternal Sunshine, what a brilliantly lovely movie! Its all about how nothing can stop love and even though shit happens love is still there, it exists and because of how wonderful the good times are we are willing to go through all the crap. At least that is what I think it is all about.
I just had the most ...entertaining (for lack of a better word) lunch break. I got a guy to ask me for my number, thing is he probably thinks he made the first move, but I totally did, I just made him think he did. The game is so much fun!
I love to read, and self help books are some of my favorite, this one I have been reading lately is the best, all about how to make someone, anyone, fall for you. I have been trying it out lately and every time it works I am just like ....wow.....amazing! its awesome! and today was def the best experience yet, gave my number to a stranger and got a kiss in return...yup...but just on the cheek, like a good Mormon girl. I think I will keep it up, its fun and I am good at it...need to work on my personal space though...its still getting used to being only 2% instead of 100%.
Good things are happening and I feel great!! (I am not even being sarcastic here! serious)

Losing, in a good way.

This morning my dad told me I am looking like a new person. My face is getting skinnier, but my head is definitely getting bigger. I feel really good, about life, about myself, pretty much everything except the load on my shoulders and the fact that I have no idea what I am doing when it comes to guys, I'm very obviously retarded. This must be fixed before FIN. I intend to be a super-flirt whilst in Sweden, its not like I am going to see anyone I meet there for a long time afterwards so I might as well go ahead and make an ass of myself.
I am shrinking my personal space. It is now only 0%....well maybe 2% personal space so as not to go over the line, I am still keeping my standards high yo.