So, what is happening with little Kamilla?

Well, I'm on my way back to Iceland next week where I will be working for Iceland Airwaves for the next months. I've been in Århus since August 20th. It's school and work basically. Although I never could say no to a good party. And there are good parties every weekend. So, it's school, work and partying. Just the way I like it.

I'm getting tired of living out of a suitcase. So tired that everytime I have to pack my bags it takes me a whole day, sometimes even two. Once upon a time I actually enjoyed packing. I got to use my amazing organising skills. Now it just makes me cringe... Even the thought of having to pack next week makes me want to puke. I think it also has to do with the fact that I have no understanding whatsoever of travelling light. I just took a 18,5 kg box full of clothes to the post office yesterday to send home...

I just really want a home. My own place. I even own an apartment in Reykjavík but haven't lived in it since March 2005. But instead I get to travel and do all sorts of fun things. I just can't seem to remember any of them right now. Maybe because I've been systematically killing my brain cells for the last thirteen years or so...

This is my last year at the Kaospilots and I still have no idea of what I want to be when I "grow up." I'm sure it'll come to me... in a dream perhaps.

I'm going through a Joni Mithcell period right now. I'm such a girl.

I'm tired of my haircut. If you have any ideas for a new cut for little old me, please let me know. A perm is not an option.

I'm addicted to the fresh spring rolls they sell at the Vietnamese place on Nørre Allé. I'm salivating at the mere thought of them...

I cannot wait for Iceland Airwaves. How freaking exciting is Reykjavík during those days?!

I bought a tent on ebay the other day. It's actually a jacket, a tent jacket. I haven't seen it yet but my dad unpacked it and even took a picture of it and e-mailed it to me because he thought it was soooo big. He has promised to try it on for me when I come home. It's turquoise!

I believe I am devloping some sort of phobia for mosquitos. I scan the bathroom frantically everytime I'm about to shower and have stopped keeping my window open. Thank god for fall!

I have recently started to realise (with the help of others) and understand that my subconsciousness is the reason for the lack of men in my life. Stupid subconsciousness!

Bless. Bye. Hej hej. Au revoir. Auf viedersehen. Ciao.