Sweden

Forgot to tell,...

I am heading to the Lagom country this Sunday the 3rd of June. My dear brother Maggi (like the soups yes) is graduating from Gymnasiet.

I've found two girls from my class in Söderköping who are going to see me, haven't seen them for eight years (wow when I started to count that my stomach jumped, it feels like yesterday) and at least I have changed a lot, have a beard and wiesed hair.

Panpipes

Pan Pipes are only ever played in answering mashines and elevators. I was just calling to get a doctor's appointment and I got Eternal Flame with Pan Pipes.

My appointment is in four weeks! That is so long,... we need more doctors!

Gandalf

Power?

All my life I have been a dreamer, dreaming about supernaturally solving every situation that comes. I don't know where I would be without fantasy and imagination.

When I was six I moved to Sweden with my mum and siblings, for the first months we lived in a caravan in the middle of the forest and I used to walk around catching butterflies with my hands and wish for a winged pony that could help me flying between the two countries, I always felt guilty about not being able to be with all the people I love at the same time.

I can't stop fictional books, comics, TV shows and films from totally eating me and possess me like a demon. The feeling that comes over me every time I realize that nothing like this will ever happen to me reminds me of claustrophobia, I really feel trapped and helpless. This terrible feeling makes me glad in a way though because it reminds me that I am still alive, dreaming and haven't yet grown up.

The supernatural power that impresses me the most is self-propelled flight, that is to be able to fly without using technology. I dream of this a lot when I sleep actually, once I flew from Spain to Greece with my brother Magnús sitting on my back, don't remember why but it was amazing.

The fictional stories that have made me feel the worst/best are:

Nordic Mythology
My Little Pony
The Belgariad
X-Men
Harry Potter
Heroes

Summer In The City

Sollí!!

I haven't had the spirit for a while now.

But many things have happened, Freyja and Tommy have gotten older, Serbia won Eurovision, I got pissed on Austurvöllur with red wine in in a plastic glass, I talked too much drinking red wine in Hörður's 10.000 day birthday party, I managed to sell coffee and cakes for 91.000kr in 7 hours all by myself in the National Gallery, I got rejected form the art school, I bought a ticket for Sweden in June for my brother Magnús' graduation, Kolbrún left me for another man in Denmark, Mr. Afraid of cars and Mr. Afraid of heights went on a road trip together to Akureyri, I have watched a lot of Heroes (only one episode left, what will I do after it?), I found a strange thing shaped as a blueberry in the right part of my scrotum last year and went to the doctor and they didn't find anything, now it has grown so I am waiting for an appointment with the doctor again,...

bæ í bili!

3 Years Old

Three years have gone now,... One might ask oneself what happened three years ago? Was there a nuclear man that exploded in New York City,... Or maybe there was a huge Life Aid concert in the middle of the Sahara desert. Nope three years have gone since I told my cousin and friend Ásgeir about my "condition".

The next few days after I tried to tell as many of my closest family as I could and in the meanwhile I lost so much weight because of stress that I almost disappeared. When I look back at the photos I look like a burnt out rocker who just found out his woman gave birth. Haha.

Anyway, breakfast NOW!