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Today I've been packing because I go to america tomorrow. Here is what I have packed:



I am getting ready to go to my sister's for dinner. My sister is a good cook. it will be a good night. Here is a picture of my sister on a beach in the westfjords last summer, fighting off evil birds with a stick:



The other day I tidied up and organized my room really well because I'm leaving and I'm going to miss my room and don't want it to be sad and messy while I am gone. Then I took pictures of it and told it I would not forget it even if I stopped living in it.

You can probably look at the pictures here.

When I looked over the pictures I thought:

"I have ridiculous taste / bad taste / no taste."

"kind of like a juvenile packrat."

"I have so much crap and so many nice friends who have made me or given me nice things"

"My bedroom is so fucking awesome and fun I wish I could travel with it."

eat fruit

In 5 days I leave Iceland and go back to NYC forever. No probably not forever. But I don't know when exactly I'll spend this much time in Iceland again.

My vacation has been good. Things I have done: Eat a lot. Watched the Olympics almost every day. read almost every day. watched a lot of films. stretched almost every day. Sat in the sun and listened to audiobooks. Went through stuff in my room and felt sad that I am leaving the magical place that it is. I need to photograph my room before I go.

I have run most of my errands and done mostly what I need to do before I leave. I got 5 rolls of film developed at the fuji-film place in Reykjavik; my favorite photo place ever I think. I haven't done some things I wanted to do this summer, like try to build a website. Because it is time consuming and I would rather have my time consumed in other ways, like reading. That's okay. I'm okay. Okay to go back to america and try to be a person. A person and not a hermit.

So I will post some photographs here, because they are much more fun to look at than words. Just a couple of photos at a time, so I will have interesting content for longer. Okay. Here is a timeline:

2005:


2007:



...stay tuned for a new peppermint green item of clothing and a mouth stuffed with orange in summer 2009.

sometimes I don't know what to write

Appropriately, I just watched 5 episodes of the secret life of the american teenager. in a row. online. That marks the beginning of my "vacation". My last day of work was today. I leave for New York in 20 days. Pretty good vacation. The secret life of the american teenager is about amercians and how good people practice abstinence and are pro-life. More specifically: pretty blondes practice abstinence. latinos are slutty. asians are smart. and african-americans are insightful.

5 episodes. 250 minutes.


vacation.






abstinence.

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so anyway, did you know how Michael Cera's parents stole my DNA when I was a baby and made him with it? I think I'm gonna have to demand royalties.

twenty-one and dolphin friendly

Yes Hello.

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned this old:



I got 30 facebook comments plus something like 4 phonecalls, 3 myspace comments, 3 text messages, 3 IMs, 1 e-mail and 1 birthday card wishing me a happy birthday.

This is comforting because it means that at least 45 people like me enough, or want me to like them enough, to feel like they should wish me a happy birthday. And maybe that means I can consider myself "nice" or "friendly" or even "popular" or something despite my regular outbursts of antisocial behaviour.

So I guess I'll use this opportunity to thank my friends, and my friends' friends, and my acquaintances for being friendly.



This is what I really wanted for my birthday:



It was also, ofcourse, the only backpack that had sold out in the past 3 days in the only store that carries them in Iceland.

JESUS I AM DYING OF HEAT AND NEED TO REMEMBER HOW TO WRITE DOWN INTERESTING THINGS.