Whale!

Clém and I went whale watching this morning. Soooo cooold! Lovely though. We also saw puffins. Tthey look v. funny.
We spotted minke whales mainly, which are the "smallest", about 8-11 meters long. But there were plenty of them. They must be so very lazy. Love them! :) Here are some snaps, I did my best. Enjoy!

Sexlog...

Alina just came up with the idea of me keeping a sex(b)log. She claims it'd be much more fun. And I add, I'd certainly have more stuff to write about. V. thoughtful right now.

Thank you

I spent a very nice night. I just realized how lucky I am to have met all these guys. Tears are welling up in my eyes. This hadn't happened in months.

I am preparing a nice surprise to those guys who I feel are somehow more "special" than others to me, probably just because I've been closer to or spent more time with them.
Anyway, I hope Alina, BlueKaisa, Anna, Maria, RedKaisa, Maikku, Rob, Leif, Jonas and Clémence will like it.
I just want to say to all of them "Thank you".

****F@#* I hate crying****

Try harder

Time is running fast. Some people have already left. Laura is leaving tomorrow. I'll walk her to the Bus Terminal. I'm the next one, on Monday. I feel quite weird about it.
Tonight we went out for a thing, it was her last night in Iceland, you know. I'm sorry I left early. I just felt out of place. I hadn't experienced such nasty feelings in years, literally. I didn't even remember what being uncomfortable felt like. Tonight I didn't myself, but I think anyway that I made somebody I don't particularly like feel that way and I'm sorry. I felt an awkward vibe the moment I stepped into Kaffibarinn and noticed who was at the bar. I just preferred to keep my mouth shut and not playing the showman like I do sometimes when we're out. Let's say I just played it cool.
I dont' know this person very much. I can say we're acquaintances. We basically lived in the same town for exactly the same period of time, for the same purposes and met the same people. And that's it. I don't share his political views, we have totally different opinions about almost everything but cuisine and our brains don't work the same way. Ergo, we simply won't connect.
Yet, he claims that he is on our side and he is friend with us. But as soon as someone utters words like gay or boyfriend or ex or hot guy, he stiffens and flinches. He finds the thought of two guys kissing not repulsive but... inappropriate.
I feel so bad right now 'cos lately I haven't harboured any hard feelings towards anyone here (not even the lazyass cos we respect and somehow "love" each other), and I know he doesn't deserve that either. But I can honestly say that his politically correct behaviour really disgusts me, it pisses me off.
I know that he's made some efforts and tried to be as friendly and openminded as possible but I'll tell you something, it's not enough.
And I won't start my nice speech here and be talking about acceptance, respect, equality and crap like that 'cos I've done that before. It's helped many times, it's true. But I think I'm done playing the preacher and I certainly have more important stuff to do right now...

****And by the way we don't need YOUR fucking support****

A nice weekend

The past four days have been a series of parties and drinks and hangovers. I had a great time last night, even of the evening started out low-key. Then the wine kicked in and the real fun began.

I have vague flashes of what happened. I remember being at Vegamòt and talking to Klara and her boyfriend - no idea whatsoever of who they are -. Walking to 11 with Ove and Anna. Passing out and looking at the fan on the ceiling and all the dangling Xmas lights. Meeting Samuele on the street. Puking. Hugging Chris. Cafe Cultura. Alison and Florian. Chris and my credit card. Chris and my wine. Messages. Brian and her beautiful sister Laura, both from DC. Anna again. Oliver. Maria sneaking in from the VIP entrance. Gunnar. Gunnar’s hair. Dancing. Taxi. Pylsa. Daylight. Music. Cooking in the kitchen. Anna’s call. But that was this morning I guess.

These last few days left here in Iceland are certainly light-hearted and carefree. Apart from the exam I have on Thursday I have no other things to worry about. I just need to write those goddamn cover letters and buy something to Laura. I also wanna go whale watching before I leave. And I must send home the parcel.

I hope I won’t freak out about my departure. I kinda get the feeling the transition period won’t be easy at all. Hope it won’t hurt too much. We’ll see. No need to worry now.

Saturday we're throwing my birthday/farewell party. I’m sure it’s gonna be great, although some people won’t be there ‘cos they’re going on a trip right after the exam period.

I don’t feel like writing too much.

I’m v. thoughtful.

I think certain things you say to convince yourself will turn out to be true. Sadly true. I guess I just have to change the way I think then.

I'm sitting at Oliver with Clem, sipping a Caffé Latte. The night is pleasantly chilly. The no-stop daylight is killing me, though.
Uff... (I must complain about something, right?)