Running a tad bit late...

Sayonara!
So, maybe it's a bit late, but still, I wish all of you a merry christmas and a happy new year. (Cliché)
I had a really jolly one actually (WITHOUT Santa Claus!)
Oh, and one more thing: could some of you somehow send me the phone number of Peter (the houseteacher)? Arigatou
See ya!

Merry christmas

Merry christmas everyone... 

I friggin' love Hungary!

Moshi Moshi everyone!
So if anyone is interested what happened since I came home in my puny, human, restarted (and head-explody) life (filled with demons, such as Santa Claus, the ice-cream man, or the people who work in a bank) here it goes:
1. I smoked alot (duh!)
2. I feel strange
3. Been to comic-kind-of-meeting-thingy
3. Haven't met any friends (yet...)
4. Big big grand party on Thursday
5. Bought a CD today
6. This isn't interesting, huh?
7. Just listening to the new Manufactura album
8. I'll stop
Sooooooooo... What to write? Hope you're doing the best (in anything what you think of?)
and have a good last week.
Sayonara and beware of the skinned-moose, a.k.a. Gábor :D (if he does anything bad, just hit him with a bloody weasel kick)

Icelandic interruption

Well now we have finished the Blue book. We left Zoltan out but I think we should do him later…

There was a lot of life in the school last night and according to Uffe the worst guard night in his ten years at Egaa. I hope this will keep on like this until we stop but maybe not so brutal.

Than our house master came very hangover in morning and the latest news say that he got bitch slap. And now he has a blue ear but that his story we don’t have to tell here on this blogg. This page has been pretty dead lately but I hope there will be a change on that now because we should keep on writing although the school will stop an Saturday!



And here just for fun is the Icelandic national anthem first verse: both in Icelandic and then an English translation not made by me :D



Ó, guð vors lands! Ó, lands vors guð!

Vér lofum þitt heilaga, heilaga nafn!

Úr sólkerfum himnanna hnýta þér krans

þínir herskarar, tímanna safn.

Fyrir þér er einn dagur sem þúsund ár,

og þúsund ár dagur, ei meir;

eitt eilífðar smáblóm með titrandi tár,

sem tilbiður guð sinn og deyr.

Íslands þúsund ár,

Íslands þúsund ár!

eitt eilífðar smáblóm með titrandi tár,

sem tilbiður guð sinn og deyr.



Our country's God, our country's God!

We worship Thy name in its wonder sublime.

The suns of the heavens are set in Thy crown

By Thy legions, the ages of time!

With Thee is each day as a thousand years;

Each thousand of years, but a day.

Eternity's flow'r, with its homage of tears,

That reverently passes away.

Iceland's thousand years,

Iceland's thousand years!

Eternity's flow'r, with its homage of tears,

That reverently passes away.



 

School of death

Yes now reporting from school of death.  nothing is happening and
no plans are for anything to happen. 

This was to days report, 

Remeber Pulp fiction to night at 1600 hours...

written by mr. happy  

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