bleikur múll

ég er á leiðinni til íslands í næstu viku og ég hlakka svo tiiiiiiiiiil!

ef þú þekkir mig og vilt hitta mig yfir kaffibolla þá er það sjálfsagt mál. ég held að besta leiðin að ná í mig eins og er, sé í gegnum tölvupóst. hronnsa hjá gmail.com. ef þú þekkir mig ekki, en vilt samt hitta mig, þá sakar ekki að senda póst, en það er ekkert víst að ég vilji hitta þig. en ég útiloka ekkert. ókei?

ég veit líka af fenginni reynslu að ég verð of þreytt og steikt í hausnum til að plana neitt af viti fyrstu vikuna. þannig að já, þú sendir póst, ég les hann, það ber árangur.

best að klára næstsíðasta daginn í vinnunni hérna með stæl.




you look like a person from kleppur

work in d.c. is done. i'm done. this is funny.

...and my trans-LA-tor hasn't turned up.



eg var ad fatta ad eg er buin ad tippa faranlega lagt herna i d.c. thad er natturulega ekki sama systemid og heima thar sem madur tvofaldar skattinn.
helvitis. mer finnst svo leidinlegt ad vera lousy tipper, thvi thad er ekki eins og starfsfolkid a veitingahusunum herna se halaunafolk. tvaertimod min ven.

fyrir utan thad hvad thad er glatad ad heildarlaun vinnandi folks fari eftir thvi hver tippar og hvad. thad er natturulega algjorlega ut i hott. fokkings kaninn. en allavega, eg hef tvo daga til ad vinna upp thetta lelega waitress-karma.


æ, skrú ðis oll. étlaðfámérís.

day 4 of 6 in dc. as much as i like being in a city, seeing new faces instead of the usual weirdos in downtown ithaca and eating delish food-bits, this is getting old. there's no fun when there's no drew. seriously folks.

data collection going shtuperr well, everyone is super nice and my participants are amazing smart people. so that's been really good.

and i've been sightseeing my way. as in wondering aimlessly around dupont circle, washington circle, georgetown, chinatown, you-name-it. except the mall. been there done that. tomorrow i have exceptionally few participants and i'm gonna take the oppy-t and go see bodies. totally kewl stuff. it'll be interesting to see if i can handle that. they're right next door to my hotel and i can walk in the morning. that is if the blistering heat and humidity won't kill me fuuurst. ahem.

i saw ocean's dirteen last night. good stuff. there's no harm in clooney and pitt. bless their cotton socks.

but now i'm gonna have my sorbet and white and read in my pink monkey pj's


jiiii. me and momma tess. va!

passar thetta ekki alika mikid og stjornuspain fyrir ljon a mogganum i dag? mer finnst thad. nema kannski thegar eg tek kast og hata allt folk jafnt thegar folk er fifl? eda hvad? ha? *evil grin*
Ljón: Helltu þér út í fortíðarþrána. Það er hressandi að líta aftur til góðra stunda og litríkra augnablika fortíðarinnar. Vá, hvað þú hefur þroskast!"


the skeithjús í góðum gír í cascadilla gorge á leiðinni heim úr vinnunni.

success redefined

back from a successful work trip in d.c.
overall our presentations went over well, people liked what our team had to say. my meeting/presentation went well too. to sum it up in two words: plain vanilla.

the only thing that added some spice was the bomb threat that was posted to the dept. of transportation as we were presenting there.

it is weird evacuating a building not because of the usual fire drill but the thought that something terribly bad might happen.

no mass hysteria, though, and we ended up waiting in a restaurant a few blocks down while k-9 units scoped "the scene". we ended up having to cut our presentation short since some team members had a flight back that afternoon.

i, on the other hand had a long weekend ahead of me, visiting with my friend erin, of ms program in ergonomics fame. lovely lovely lovely. we had nice dinners and wine and talked each others ears off. it's so nice to be around old friends where anything goes and it doesn't matter if you're having a bad hair day - you'll still be mocked only this time with love. and that's what counts in life folks!

which leads me to my next point. i'm so homesick these days. i actually went on line and found pictures of reykjavik to make into a wallpaper collage. i've got mad photoshop skillz. and now i'm partially home everytime i look at my screen.

oh, and if i haven't said it before on this blog, then i'll say it now. usairways suck! not only were both legs of my returning fligths late (more than an hour, with no updates posted or anything), but then they "lost" my luggage.

upon returning it the next day it was soaking wet. i'm not talking about damp, people. i'm talking about f-ing dripping. like, "sitting out on the tarmac overnight during a thunderstorm" dripping.

i packed a couple of books that resemble some art project in paper mache now, as well as notes and stuff for work. not to mention clothes, shoes and toiletry stuff. when i showed this to the lady at the counter she said: "well, the books don't look that bad to me"

oh really? not that bad, eh? well excuse me for expecting you to deliver my luggage both on time and in good condition. haaarumph. at least nothing invaluable was lost. but still.

the sad thing is that i can't boycot these lame-o's and their mommas because they have a monopoly on flights out of ithaca. sound familiar? i've got a word for you: icelandair.

ok, that's enough complaining.

i'm juiced up from the americano drew got me after lunch today. i'm also relatively happy that i'm not slated for cholesterol medication as of this morning (tadow! how do you like me now!).
while it doesn't mean that i'm in the clear, it means that i can hold off on buying one of those pill boxes that have the days of the week on them. when you're 32 going on 33 (eep!) that, my friends, is succes.

i'm gonna labels some of the pics now.


whoa nellie

words fail me. thessir kanar eru klikk.


chinatown in d.c.

orgasmic afternoon

reading. eating. drinking.