Well I ma here in London... We started off last wednesday to Keflavik airport at two o'clock. The flight itself went rather well and we landed at at approximately seven o'clock. We got our luggage and got through Stansted surrisingly fast considering that there were 16 of us... fast if it had just been 2 of us. NOW this is where the problem started, waiting for train tickets was a LOOOOONG wait, but hey, we aren't drama students for nothing so we just made our own fun... or rather Sigga Eir made our fun :) here is Sigga's and Katrin's song (it's a rap, the capital letters are sung by both Sigga and Katrin):
I wish I was a little bit TALLER
I wish I was a BALLER
I wish I had a girl
if I had I would CALL 'ER.

katina og fjor.

It goes without saying to experienced travelers that its a huge pain in the rumpus to travel in trains with you luggage A PAIN IN THE RUMPUS! Especially when you have to wait for the good part of an hour or more waiting while they buy these week passes for the trains... and buy for the wrong zones and have to go again to buy the right ones... I want to think the god of Red Bull, I am a firm believer that s/he saved my life and sanity.

Well after a long train ride and a few chuckles and twitches of the eye we FINALLY arrived at our Hostel at about twelve o'clock I believe. The Millenium Lodge is one of the dirtiest and most shadiest places I have ever been, yes even more shady then De Boomkikker. Every person here looks like they would hurt you for the gold in your pocket. With our doubts we collected our key's and headed to our rooms (in the stairs to our room there was a huge painting of Bjork). We decided to go downstairs and have a beer to celebrae our arrival. In the end we were all singing and dancing and had our oppinions toppled over and hid under the ugly rug... this is one of the most fantastic places we could have stumbled upon.

The morning after we woke up at eight o'clock and started off to the complimentary breakfast buffet, I kinda wish we hadn't. The cornflakes had a selection of heated milk...and living room heated milk, the juice was bitter, the toast was awful... so we kindof left in a hurry and just headed downtown... not much to tell there becuase I wpent the whole day following the Sigga's through their shopping, I managed to get tnbc dvd and a book. *sigh* this was from about 9:30-16:00.

Later that evening we put on our spiffy clothes and headed out to the train station.. going to see old dick (Richard) II at old wick, there were slight difficulties finding the place but no biggie. The acting was fabulous, the costumes were great... beside that this was the single most boring experiences of my entire life! It's all "bla bla bla bla bla" with Shakespear.. plus my seat creaked, was uncomfortable and the frikkin spring poked from out of the cushion. I think of all my orgas my back hated this show the most, it atleast protested the most.

After the show we though we might be meeting the actors to chat and drink with them... This dod not happen... we went to the theatre's lounge and bar and drank and there were the actors, sitting and drinking, but not with us, more all around us... and no mr. Spacey.

We went back to the hostel because we knew that there was a KARAOKE night there. And the nightcap was for me, Antoin crashing the party... my self esteem going to the shits, and going to sleep, to be waken up several times by my drunker friends and their antics.

Now is he next morning and we are heading for some school of dramatic arts, and I am personally heading for HP4 with my friend and to hang with him for the remainder of the day and going to popstarz tonight to dance.

CHEERIO! (CHERIOOOOOOS <-Elin)