In 7th grade  I had to write an essay about an animal in biology. Unlike some of my classmates, who went for  better known animals such as lions or elephants, I decided to write about the Platypus. Ever since then I’ve been fascinated with this biological enigma. Because of that I found this article interesting. Maybe you will too.

I’m starting to see a pattern here. I’m obsessed with the gay duck couple on the pond and now I reveal my love of these furry “ducks”.  I seem to like beaks.

bwhahahaha

Er að bóka ferð fyrir mann í vinnunni sem heitir Dr. Bimbó (með ói og allt saman) og er búin að hlæja stanslaust að því í allan morgun.  Hann og Asif (halló! Clueless!) sem ég er líka að bóka fyrir eru búnir að bjarga þessum annars erfiða degi.

Verð lítið til viðtals þessa vikuna sökum anna. Báðar samstarfskonur mínar eru frá vinnu vegna veikinda þannig að ég sit uppi með öll meilin. Sjálf kom ég ekki í gær þar sem ég var í prófi. Ástandið er vægast sagt bara rugl.

Haha… man allt í einu eftir Bimbó brauðinu á Spáni. Ekki lítið sem ég hló af því.

… is my adaption of the Icelandic term Emma öfugsnúna

For some strange reason I found myself in a “fight” with some guy on Facebook who made the deadly mistake of implying he thought I was cute. Before I knew it I was in attack mode telling him he couldn’t judge a person on one good (and photo-shopped might I add) photo. Most people argue when someone insults them, I get into arguments with perfect strangers who pay me a compliment. It kind of reminds me of the time that some guy who claimed to be a painter told me I had a beautiful face. Instead of thanking him, like nice girls do, I attacked him for telling me specifically that he liked my face and not the rest of me. I also laughed at his artistic abilities and didn’t believe him for a second when he was talking about how it would be fun to paint me. I actually found out the other day that he is indeed a painter and apparently not bad at what he does. Men come up with messed up lines all  the time, how was I supposed to know this one was telling the truth?

The gay ham-eating Iraqi I used to live with has left his job as a kindergarten teacher and is now driving a bus. I know this because I’m one of those uncool people who use public transport and he was driving one of the buses that I had to take today. I had to change buses at Hlemmur bus station and by some weird twist of fate the next bus I jumped on was driven by the old pessimist vodka-drinking Indian I lived with at some point too. What is it that pairs me up with these odd foreign men with aspirations to drive large yellow vehicles?

No estoy preparada para el examen mañana. Estudié pero es demasiado tarde. No sé nada de nada.

If I fail my Spanish exam on Monday it’s going to be my fault and nobody else’s because I a) went to Asia, b) didn’t study when I came back and c) have been watching Beauty and the Geek all day instead of making up for a) and b).  If I fail my exam on Monday I may not graduate. Fun! I think I may be intentionally sabotaging myself just because I am so close to reaching my goal. This self-destruction thing is getting so old.

In other news, I was taking care of some washing today and I met the Kid in the washroom where he was weighing himself with a backpack full of water bottles on his back. What was that about? When I asked him whether I wanted to know what he was doing he said no, you would just think I’m crazy. I think we are already there!

Everything is happening in the 101 basement today. My new roommate just moved in and moved all the furniture that came with his room to the hallway. I sat down with my landlords last night just sort of catching up on what’s happening and they told me that next week his girlfriend will move in with us too. Their room is WAY too small for two people. My landlords didn’t know about the girlfriend until about a week ago so the lovely couple will be on a trial period for the next two months to see how it will work out. What worries me is that now there’s three of them against me alone if we get into any kind of disagreement but luckily the landlords seem to be on my side. Last night they even agreed on letting me sublet my place if I do decide to go abroad this autumn or the Mexico plan will come to action so now where I’m going to live when I get back is no longer a factor when I decided what to do next. I will have a home to return to.

The new roommate seems to have brought with him his electric guitar and amplifier and right at this minute the two of them are sitting in the Kid’s bedroom jamming. Hard rock guitar riffs are flying through the air, making their way under my door and into my silent kingdom. Why can’t they be indie kids?

It was windy today. There’s something magnificent yet immensely scary about the sea on days like these. Its dark blue colour and creamy white waves suggest that once you are in it there are no guarantees that you will ever be back. If you look at it for too long its hypnotic force might just drag you in. It’s strange how something so beautiful can be so fatal.

The bumble bee queen that is making its hive outside my window has a shadow so big that it could be a raven’s. Its buzzing sound is unbelievably loud and I sit and hope that my stare alone will keep the monstrous shadow from entering my home. Thankfully the kitty net also functions as a barricade for bumble bees. This shadow puppetry show lasts as long as the light outside. With summer being near I get a longer show every day.

A co-worker shared with us today that she is doing her part in populating the earth. The newest addition to her family is expected in October. On the way home from work I had to stop at a supermarket to buy some dinner. Outside the store there stood the manager with her bump into the air, on her last trimester from the looks of it, sucking on a coffin nail like there was no tomorrow. I try not to be judge mental but some people just don’t deserve to enjoy the wonders of a pregnancy. If you can’t give up smoking for nine months, what will you do when you need to make other sacrifices for your baby?

This company is always on the news every now and again and I always  laugh a little on the inside when I hear someone mention it. They do have a fantastic name but from personal experience I can say that from a marketing standpoint it’s probably not the best name for a international company as it’s impossible to pronounce. Someone just sent me an e-mail at work that started Dear Aipir, I don’t think they want to be called Aipir Capital.