Upa
I don't have any good reason to make a blog - I'm lazy enough writing my normal journal. I probably just enjoy telling strangers about my completely pointless life. Besides, most of my friends have blogs. Really stupid reason, I know. People who want to be just like everybody else annoy me.
I'm having this in English because I'm hoping that American nerds and geeks read this. My friend Lísa says that I think to much about the American school system. Maybe she's right. It's not like I'm the one who has to put up with all the cheerleaders in a society where people are judged by their clothes and made social outcasts if they are not the way the fashion tells them to be.
My school's name is MH. 90% percent of the population in MH are geeks. I sit upstairs in Midgard. That's the place where the uber-nerds sit. And the Midgards-worm is there (the school is pretty much themed by Nordic mythology).
I've been told that I'm crazy as a cooky. I've also been accused of being normal but that was just a person who didn't know me well. When my friends heard about it, they were all: "You?! Normal?! Are you kidding?!"
Some people don't believe that I'm not a stoner. Lísa says that I don't need drugs because I'm a natural potheads.
Actually I should be working on an Icelandic assignment right now. It's a huge picture of Ragnarök. If I should ever build a doomsday device, I will call it Ragnarök.
I can't stand my English teacher. I'm afriad she's very fond of me. Sigh! She hates my friend Alda though. In the last test Alda and I answered some of the questions almost exactly the same way but I always got four points for my answer and Alda only one or two. Haffi doesn't understand why I'm so annoyed about getting 10 (which is the best grade) on a test although I don't deserve it from a teacher I hate. He says I should be happy that she didn't give me a bad grade I don't deserve.
At least that undeserved 10 made me be happy about the completely deserved 6.5 I got for my Icelandic essay. The essay really sucked. Hehehehehe... María Helga asked me if I was high when I wrote it.
I was at the mall today (or should I say The Mall?). Ok, I was at The Mall today on a quest (I love that word) to find a birthday present for my dad for 200 kroner (that's about 2 dollars, I think). Unfortunately I found out that I only had 140 kroner and you can't really get a decent present for that. On my way back to school I passed a bakery and thought: "Oh, what the heck! I can't get a present for that money anyway, so I might as well buy myself some food." No wonder I'm always broke...
Sólrún and I kidnapped Sunna today. We were going to lock her in the closet where they keep the musical instruments for the school band but we didn't have a key. So we had to leave Sunna in front of the closetdoor and tell her to pretend that she was locked inside and that she couldn't get away unless she was smart enough to realize that there was a lock on the inside.
I'm allergic to happy couples. Everybody has a girlfriend/boyfriend but I have a club of people who don't want to marry me. The club's president's name is Boner. Actually it isn't. His name is Ragnar but we call him Boner (I don't know why and I don't want to know).
I think I won't tell my friends about this blog. Maybe they'll find it by themselves. Who knows?
Someday sheep are going to rule the world.
I'm having this in English because I'm hoping that American nerds and geeks read this. My friend Lísa says that I think to much about the American school system. Maybe she's right. It's not like I'm the one who has to put up with all the cheerleaders in a society where people are judged by their clothes and made social outcasts if they are not the way the fashion tells them to be.
My school's name is MH. 90% percent of the population in MH are geeks. I sit upstairs in Midgard. That's the place where the uber-nerds sit. And the Midgards-worm is there (the school is pretty much themed by Nordic mythology).
I've been told that I'm crazy as a cooky. I've also been accused of being normal but that was just a person who didn't know me well. When my friends heard about it, they were all: "You?! Normal?! Are you kidding?!"
Some people don't believe that I'm not a stoner. Lísa says that I don't need drugs because I'm a natural potheads.
Actually I should be working on an Icelandic assignment right now. It's a huge picture of Ragnarök. If I should ever build a doomsday device, I will call it Ragnarök.
I can't stand my English teacher. I'm afriad she's very fond of me. Sigh! She hates my friend Alda though. In the last test Alda and I answered some of the questions almost exactly the same way but I always got four points for my answer and Alda only one or two. Haffi doesn't understand why I'm so annoyed about getting 10 (which is the best grade) on a test although I don't deserve it from a teacher I hate. He says I should be happy that she didn't give me a bad grade I don't deserve.
At least that undeserved 10 made me be happy about the completely deserved 6.5 I got for my Icelandic essay. The essay really sucked. Hehehehehe... María Helga asked me if I was high when I wrote it.
I was at the mall today (or should I say The Mall?). Ok, I was at The Mall today on a quest (I love that word) to find a birthday present for my dad for 200 kroner (that's about 2 dollars, I think). Unfortunately I found out that I only had 140 kroner and you can't really get a decent present for that. On my way back to school I passed a bakery and thought: "Oh, what the heck! I can't get a present for that money anyway, so I might as well buy myself some food." No wonder I'm always broke...
Sólrún and I kidnapped Sunna today. We were going to lock her in the closet where they keep the musical instruments for the school band but we didn't have a key. So we had to leave Sunna in front of the closetdoor and tell her to pretend that she was locked inside and that she couldn't get away unless she was smart enough to realize that there was a lock on the inside.
I'm allergic to happy couples. Everybody has a girlfriend/boyfriend but I have a club of people who don't want to marry me. The club's president's name is Boner. Actually it isn't. His name is Ragnar but we call him Boner (I don't know why and I don't want to know).
I think I won't tell my friends about this blog. Maybe they'll find it by themselves. Who knows?
Someday sheep are going to rule the world.