Friday, 29 April 2011

F is for frustration

I can't help but get Friday by Rebecca Black stuck in my head every Friday.

Karena, your definition of obsession amused me, haha! I started thinking more about healthy and unhealthy obsessions. Made me think of my friend's obession with her boyfriend, I think it has come to the "stalker" stage.

Marwa, hey! Happy you did a blogpost, and holy crap, I'm in love with the video you put with. I'm honestly going trough this guy's videos watching everything. Speaking of violins, the most annoying thing ever is neighbours trying to LEARN to play the violin, even though it's sooo beautiful when you've got the hang of it or know how to play it it sounds so terrible when people are starting to learn it, playing the ABC or something over and over again haha. I wish I could play it, dang.

Stephanie, welcome. My parents go every year to Florida, haha. Nice to have someone blogging on Thursdays again! C:

Soo. One thing that annoys me is the word "talent" and "luck"- or well, in Icelandic, I think it has a slight different meaning, not really sure if it has the same 'vibe' in English language (that's the fun part about languages, kids). Or well, when people tell me I'm so lucky I have the talent to draw it makes me frustrated, I'm not lucky - I earned it, not saying I'm especially good (honestly, comparing myself to others makes me feel like I'm a 10-year-old fingerpainting) - but I've been drawing for the last 15 years or so - THAT'S why I'm better than the ones who have never drawn anything in their life try and go "oh, you're so lucky..."
But of course, not everybody's good at everything, I guess it's partly genetic.

Memem. Currently (or well, 15 minutes ago) I'm studying Latin - can't... do... more...

I can't feel my hands, it's alright.
Since we're (I'm) speaking of studying, I just realized that I do a lot of flower-patterns in my books. Especially around the holes in the pages (know what I'm talking about? no? alright)
Craaaaaaaaving a tattooo or piercing. It's like a disease!

Adios, chicas!
Alda

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