This page is dedicated to the works of Jóna Rúna Kvaran. Harmony Breaks Up a Party Harmony Breaks Up a Party I’m under so much pressure these days, that it’s quite clear that I’m slowly going mad from the strain. The thing is, that I’ve been grounded because I burped rather loudly (extremely loudly to tell the truth) at a snob salmon party my old folks hosted a few days ago. I mean, think about this for a minute. You’re forced to dress up to please that miserable lot and then you can’t even express yourself by body language at the dinner table! Mom’s been bawling her eyes out since this incident and she’s convinced that we have lost our connections to at least ten top figures in this community because of the burping. It’s been almost two weeks since any mink fur-clad dames or penguin-clad old farts have called and invited us to a salmon party. I can just barf thinking about these spoiled snob parties where you have to sit as stiff as a board and smile in every direction. You just tell me how I’m supposed to persuade anyone in this home to fix me up with, oh, let’s see…five new CDs for my collection, if my jaws are paralysed because of the enormous strain? Can you imagen? And all because I’m forced to smile to obnoxious people who don’t notice me anyway and do nothing but demand. After a traumatic experience like that I won’t be able to smile fifteen times in a row to Gramps at Goosefoot-Lane, in the hope that he opens is old wallet so I can get my fix of CDs. I mean, you can’t be expected to save money for every necessity yourself! I’m so completely exhausted. I mean, there are limits to what one teenager can be put through, especially when the teen is obviously thoroughly tired and probably on the verge of collapsing. It looks like they don’t care if I slowly become just a shadow of my former self and start floating around the house like a ghost. And all because the old couple think that it is perfectly fine to use me as some sort of table decoration every time they throw a party for people that can hardly speak because their so “elegant”, stiff and snobbed. I can clearly see that most of them are starting to give way to the decay of old age. Can I endure this? NO! And by that I mean NO! No way am I going to give those wrinkled old booties any more of my time. I’ve never seen such intrusive and spoiled salmon-eating trash before in my life! They’re nothing but a gang of fashion magazine disasters that can’t control their own greed and I’m glad that I promptly burped in their faces. Did they deserve it? Absolutely! Let us not forget that when I advised my best friend Joy, to burp with passion in one of her parents’ parties, everything worked out perfectly. She necessarily had to get away from that “Big Mama Feast” to close a deal of sweater swapping and she had to get a way fast! She simply burped right and left non-stop for about five minutes. That is, until everyone at the table was nauseated and her Dad finally said:” Joy has to be excused, I hope nobody minds.” God I hope I’ll be discovered soon! Written by: Jóna Rúna Kvaran;      Translated by: Nína Rúna Kvaran; Email .. ...