one day I'll fly away

As I am writing this I’m either floating over Boston, New York (because I am soooo fancy) or some very unimportant town/village/burg, waiting for the stewardess to answer my call. I either want a beer, a cup of coffee or water. She does not want to answer my call, has not answered my call for the past hour, and if I push and push and push, pretend to be choking and fall down in the middle of the aisle, I don´t think she´ll answer me! Ok, a little dramatic, but you catch my flow. Maybe if Í decide to only drink water or coffee she will come answer my call. Please lady, I am soooooo bored here. And what do I do in my boredom? I blog… Hildur Blog! (hey, if you say that like the MC Hammer song, “what time is it? Hammer time” but rather “I blog” for “what time is it” (just say bloooooooog to try to fill in the extra time) and then “Hildur Blog” for “Hammer time”. I AM SOOOOOO COOL!

So, I am pretty excited to get home! Cannot wait to finally “get there”. Making my way to BWI isn’t the headache, it’s getting to the diiiirty burg, aka Williamsburg, that is the pain in the ass due to… TRAFFIC. Yes, the reason I live in Akureyri is to avoid the time eating monster called Traffic every…. single… day. We don´t have that problem in good old Akureyri. I would jump out of my car like it was a hot potato if I were stuck in traffic there… park it, jump out of it and walk to point X. In Akureyri the only traffic I wind up in is the parking lot by the school, trying to worm my way in and out of rows because people don´t know how to park. Háskóla-menntað folk kann ekki að leggja. (I won´t translate that.)

Yaddíyaddíyaddíyaddí…. How could I have forgotten something to read?!?! I hate it when I do that! AHHHH! And they were showing HAIRSPRAY on the plane. Shoot me. Ikkk, íkkkss, achhhh, úúúúhhhhh. The stewardess was playing charades a while ago, actually trying to act a bottle of liquor. Nobody understood what she was trying to say, and I told her she must be terrible in Actionary. Maybe that’s why she’s not answering me. Damn you lady! I PROMISE TO ORDER COFFEE!!!

So… my weekend in Reykjavík was good. I met up with Sara of course and also my cousin Sólveig Kristín. She decided to misuse and abuse my poor cell phone while flirting with med-students left and right. I actually had to knock a few off her (cough cough… hahaha). BUT that was not all, no no, Sólveig was working it that night… the little lady was a busy little bee… she had a whole group of guys from England (?) crawling all over her and I do believe she was able to hook one from France also. She was on fire. And I got to play in the ashes! CINDERELLA! CINDERELLA!

I admit I am gonna miss my Akureyri to bits! HUGS AND KISSES TO ALL MY LITTLE AKUREYRINGA! You know who you are… yes you do…. yes you do my pretties ;)

The stewardess finally decided to answer my call and brought me a cup of coffee. I rang my little button like a billion times but only did she notice that the red button was turned on when I had already ordered my coffee. Now she thinks I’m rude, making fun of her Actionary skills and impatient. She probably spit in my coffee.



-the americano-