In the week since I last posted here I have communicated with the dead, the undead and even those who meet all the criteria for being considered alive alike. I actually managed to complete all the studying I was meant to do for last week which I had so memorably put off till the very last minute as usual and stunned audiences the world over by actually handing everything in on time. Well, "on time". I can't believe that it's nearing the end of November and I haven't frocked up yet to any great degree. Although it's too early to pat me on the back, since this was another weekend where I was supposed to every moment glued to the books, only coming up for air once every three hours and I have managed to do next to nothing. But I can safely blame the parents for this, who decided that this weekend would be ideal to take in two tiny tenants whose entertainment from Thu to Sun would largely be my responsability. All this despite my screaming protests and warnings, no less. Also, finals are ahead of us still like a crouching tiger by the walkway towards a happily ending semester so it is again far too early for celebrations.

I just got in from walking the dog. It's colder right now than it's been in the past 100 years here in Iceland, and I have somehow been forced out the door to walk the critter every day now. It's kind of interesting how much he seems to enjoy smelling other dogs' pee everywhere though. He will spend great amounts of time making sure that he has smelled every drop fully, and then he will ponder briefly whether to leave a message of his own. Which he usually decides to do. "Hi. I got your message. I'm Sam. What's your name?" It's like Yahoo! chat for dogs. "I can't really talk right now, my owner is standing right behind me. I'll try to come back later."

On Thursday night me and a friend went to a seance. Cue the mandatory "ohhhhh"! I was pleasantly surprised though, the guy said all kinds of things that he really couldn't possibly know about any of these people. And wouldn't you know it, the star of the show got a visitor from beyond of her very own. My grandpa wants me to take the broken rim out of my trunk. And incidentally, I do have a broken rim in my trunk that's been driving me nuts with it's rattling around... It could be argued that I didn't necessarily NEED a voice from beyond to come and tell me to remove it, but it certainly couldn't hurt, could it? I still haven't taken it out though, for those interested. Getting things done isn't my strong suit, I guess.

I finally went and saw a movie. Yippie. Not The Grudge though, but I went and caught the new Bridget Jones flick. I actually really liked it. I'm not normally one for chick flicks but I love the Bridget Jones books and these movies aren't bad. Plus something about Hugh Grant makes me curl my toes for some reason. Pretty weird, huh? My list of desirable males is getting increasinly weirder and weirder the longer I'm cut off from actual male contact.

Ok, I'm making excuses now. I've always liked Hugh Grant.

Except in Nine Months and movies that came before that one. I hate the longish hair.

Well, anyway, before I get too off track, Bridget Jones:Edge of Reason gets my stamp of approval as an evening's entertainment. Both the book and the movie.

And Hugh Grant. Mwahaha.