"Magic makes the music more..."

I'm not a fan of iPods. Some years ago when the whole Mp3 trend was in it's birth I decided to be different, not for the sake of it though, and get myself an iriver. iriver (oh, one despises to break the rules of capitalization just for the sake of a brand name, but even Wikipedia does it), is actually a Windows based product, just as iPod is an Apple based one, but has the advantage of having a drag and drop system, instead of having to rely on a certain media-player (like the relationship of iPods and iTunes...).
Anyhow, it turned out to be the wrong bet, 'cause after I'd had my precious iriver for a short period of time yours truly lost the recharching cable. Now if it had been a iPod I would have had no troubles of finding, buying, getting, a new one. But Hans Petersen, who apparently were the only ones who sold irivers in Iceland, didn't have an extra cable and although they promised to order a new one for me (multiple times actually) I never heard from them.
If you know me well, you'll recognize my procrastinatory personality and know that since this was the case I just lived without music for years.
But now I've done something about it. I went to MediaMarkt, which by the way is open every working day until 21:00, and bought a cheap 2GB Mp3 player. Now, at last my life has an appropriate themescore.

Kings of Convenience seem to make shopping so much easier...
Feist makes trams fun...
The Faroese Teitur sings me to sleep...

What's the theme-music to your life?

Rochussenstraat 355A

The coffee-maker snores whilst making the coffee which focus-seeking KaosPilots will slurp. Someone quivers a bit: Those dutch simple-glassed windows. The natural-coloured floor, wooden and rough to one's feet. Seagulls are lauging at the students standing inside, moving under the command of Darryl, the Kung Fu master. One of the 20 sets of keys, owned by students and staff who can access the building at all times, makes it's own little tune while it follows the Chi Gong movements of it's owner. The taste of either cold or burnt coffee along with appelkoeken. Cars passing by, slowing down a bit to peek through the windows. The mixed stench of the toilet and Ragnar's snus drifting by. Two girls making a Mind Map of the coming weekend. Muffled techno-beats from someone's headphones.

My school is becoming my home...

Oops, I did it again!

There she goes again. Her second blog, and in fact, her fourth attempt to express herself on an homepage (even if we exclude MySpace and Facebook, the latter taking up almost increadible amounts of seconds, minutes and even hours of her precious life...)

I've always found blogs in English by Icelanders quite pretentious but I'm ready to eat my own hat and be named Mr. Dog.
Practice makes perfect...
I hope this will indeed increase my fluency and have a positive impact on my English spelling, although I do acknowledge that I'm way more comfortable with writing on the Ástkæra, ylhýra (Love-Dear Luke Warm-Gay, aka Icelandic) but that language, although splendid, cannot be read by more than a 300.000 people or so. Not that I expect such a big audience here, but of some of the people closest to me don't even speak my mother language.

So Elfried, I loose.

And here we go...