A long time ago, Stacey (the other New Zealander) and I, wrote an account of all the stupid, stupid things we've done and that have happened to us since we've been here in the Faroes. Because A LOT of stupid, stupid things happen to us. And we DO a lot of stupid, stupid things. We're just as flaky as each other.
And this week, nothing overly exciting has happened - I went out on Friday and last night, and had an AFS day yesterday where we made thingys out of wool. That's really all. O, and I had mock exams in maths and chemistry (and bio but I didn't go to it).
So, because nothing exciting has happened, I am going to put in the List Of Stupid Stuff Kelsy and Stacey have done - a.k.a SAK Moments. There are many.

SAK Moments
-Kelsy going out for coffee after purchasing a bucket of jam (1kg) and putting it in her handbag (they don't have free plastic bags here and I'm a struggling exchange student)
-The Russian vodka theory - poor exchange students + a really good moonlighting system = MONEY (costs about $75 for 500mL of Smirnoff here).
-Stacey and Kelsy going out for pizza plus badminton racket which Stacey then managed to hit Kelsy on the [bad] knee with. The best bit is we were meant to go to badminton but we went to Pizza 67 instead ...
-The flying lawnmower theory - how do people here cut the grass on their rooves? Do they mow it? And what happens if the roof is steep and they lose control? Do people get ... killed? maimed? by flying lawnmowers?! (Later we discovered they use sheep. Yes, sheep.)
-Kelsy's insane random bursts of laughter ... usually in public places and class. Or AFS meetings while everyone is sitting around the table in awkward silence. NOTE, NZ FRIENDS: This is always, ALWAYS a result of an in-joke I have remembered. Or a party moment.
-"Who's shaving their beard?" - Stacey, when my host sister informed us that she was going to cut her hair. Funniest bit was, she came back with a random lump shaved off, just above her ear ... why do I never have a camera handy??
-Us going whaling ... me wearing a jumper with New Zealand on it ... possibly a not-so-good plan, better, though, than Stacey's continuous yelling of 'KELSY'S IN GREENPEACE! LET'S KILL SOME WHALES!'
-Stealing posters from Steinatun(centre of town)/everywhere ...
-Me getting yelled at by drunken Faroese guys at a concert who then asked my host sister to ask if I was horny. Yay.
-Taking down all of the posters at our school in the dead of night, except for one row which we couldn't reach, so then everyone thought that the poster stealers really liked Høgni Reistrup ..
-The guy in the phone shop, Kall, chatting us up hard out. He even went so far as to say 'So ... how do you like the guys here?' (I was so shocked I actually said 'What?!' and he had the nerve to repeat himself, then told us his life story. Apparently he moved here from Columbia when he was 3 but if he went back wouldn't feel the heat because he's black. Stacey: 'Doesn't black attract the sun?' (Though she didn't actually say it, thank god))
-Stacey unceremoniously plonking her handbag in my newly purchased ice-cream. Apparently she still feels bad. Maybe she can buy me a new one, one day.
-The Rating system. 1-100 and only applicable for those with genders beginning with M. -10 points if you're short. I believe it was -20 for acne but good hair gives you an extra 10. Beware, when we stare this is what we're figuring out.
-'Did Neil die?!' Stacey, after watching The Matrix Revolutions. A little confused, seeing as the guy's called Neo ...
-Stacey successfully lit the table decorations on fire at the [somewhat swanky] AFS function to celebrate their 50th anniversary. While we were in hysterics, the girl across the table calmly picked them up and blew them out.
-Us applying the rating system to the waiters (all of whom presumably understood English) as they served dinner.
-Us attempting to apply the rating system to identical twins (but seriously, one is hotter than the other). Oh, and they were also waiters. Very confusing as one stopped me and attempted to talk to me - he was one of my tutors at the beginning of the year (he was the hot one, by the way). I stood there shellshocked for a bit at the fact that he a) remembered me at all and b) remembered my name and then said [best line ever], 'BUT THERE'S TWO OF YOU!'
-'My foot has a soul.' -Stacey, at language class, a wee bit confused (as usual).
-'Leggings look silly when you take off your boots and expose ankle socks and half a foot of leg. Pardon the pun ...' - Me. I wish I'd come up with that one conciously.
-We invented a different way to play Guess Who? or Hvem er Hvem? This involved asking questions and the person on the other end giving the opposite answers. It's quite interesting and you invariably wind up with the wrong people.
-After a party at my mate's place we walked home at 2AM, possibly earlier, though I wasn't overly keen. Stacey, feeling bad at making me walk 20 minutes home alone, turned up half an hour later, knocking on the window and going, 'Are you OK?'
-Meeting Jannick the Dane on the bus, who, delighted that I could speak [some, or very little] Danish, started ranting. In Danish. He then gave us an intriguing liquor that is apparently based on Fisherman's Friend - avoid.
-I rang Stacey up at 11.50PM one night, much to her dismay. I'd decided to plan our weekend. She thought I was having a crisis. Or something. Now every time I say, 'I had a revelation!' (I actually say it a lot, worryingly) Stacey goes, 'Wow. You didn't ring me at midnight this time. Dry, Stacey, dry.
-Stacey at arrivals camp, talking to the German girl who told Stacey that she hated English. It was really nice and aftwerwards I was informed that Stacey had had an urge to turn around and start loudly discussing Hitler. Social skills, ja?
-HUGIN.
-Went shopping in the first snow in Havn! And ate ice-cream. Once a kiwi, always a kiwi.
-Singing Loyal at the AFS function, Stacey, who had a cold, held the mic a little close but we did OK.
-Lisa deciding that Stacey and Ice were madly in love (Ice is the extremely antisocial fellow from Thailand - we didn't think he spoke English for a long time until we realised he just didn't speak English to girls).
-Me and my perfume shopping, as Stacey and Celeste followed me around looking bored.
-Joining the TenSing Gospel Choir and leaving after an hour when they started the bible readings. Not trying that one again ..
-AFS 'recreation day' in the little town of Tjørnuvík where I bailed hard out on my tailbone (don't run in stockings, guys) and pretty much mashed my back. This was all made better with a few panadol and dancing the entire night (I think we got home at 5.30AM).
-My painkillers which my host sister wrapped in tin foil for me and which I whipped out and took on the dance floor (the night after I wrecked my back in Tjørnuvík) much to the horror of many onlookers, who probably all think I'm a drug pusher, or at least a junkie...
-Stacey's classmate, Grímur, informing me that he 'frrrrrreakin' LOVES Stacey' over and over again at some random party.
-Stacey calling one of MY classmates at about 4AM, only to discover HE WAS ASLEEP.
-'MY HOVERCRAFT IS FULL OF EELS.' Stacey deciding I was insane after I sat on the train in Copenhagen reciting Monty Python to Cory who had never seen it.
-'So I got a myspace and I have this random friend called Tom ... I don't know who he is! But I sent him a message asking,' - Stacey
-Wool-stuff-making-day in Skáli - I turned around to look out the window at one point and spotted 4 guys in full chemical suits with oxygen tanks, gas masks, helmets and everything, happily walking around the village. Everyone was extremely confused except Stacey, who spent ages trying to make me think I imagined it.
-Meeting one of the waiters from the swanky AFS dinner (see above) at the New Years party I threw. Even better, he was OUR waiter, he remembered Stacey setting the table decorations alight, AND asked what he got in the rating system (yup, they heard us, alright).