Look!!!! I took that picture myself... me as the model... i'm like totally hot as hell ;P Hey and Arna is the beautifullest lesbian off all!!! Thats a fact!! Arna I love you! <--everything after the hot as hell comment was written by Arna... but that dosn't make it any less truthfull...
this post is mainly to fullfill my vanity so comment about the picture!
p.s. THATS MY CHEST NOT A BREAST!
Friday, December 17, 2004
Monday, December 13, 2004
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| Choose a band/or artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band: | Placebo |
| Are you female or male: | Nancy Boy |
| Describe yourself: | Passive aggressive |
| How do some people feel about you: | Scared of girls |
| How do you feel about yourself: | Special K |
| Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: | Black Eyed |
| Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend: | My sweet prince, Peeping TOM! ;) |
| Describe where you want to be: | Running up that hill |
| Describe what you want to be: | Evil dildo |
| Describe how you live: | Brick Shithouse |
| Describe how you love: | Swallow |
| Share a few words of wisdom: | You don't care about us |
WOAH! Ég var að koma úr stærðfræðiprófi, ég er sko ekki frá því að ég sé alveg skítfallinn... reyndar er það alveg without a doubt að ég sé fallinn. Ég er samt ekki hissa, Tossinn hann hafi er ekki búinn að fylgjast með sem skildi í stærðfræðitímum c'est la vie (Edited, thanks Tanja).
Next up SAGA! :D totally... þar stendur hnífur í belju líka, ég var að fatta það bara áðan að ég gleymdi að gera hiemildarskrá á verkefni sem ég gerði.... DJÖFULL! ætli ég fái að ég hafi ekki gert verkefnið eða lækkar kennaraeinkunin bara :s áfanginn veltur á því.... kanski ef ég dríf mig núna og geri hiemildarskrána.... ég held að það sé alltof seint þar sem prófið er á morgun. Hvort sem ég geri þá vona ég að hlutirnir reddist.
Það eru 13 dagar í Tom :D YAY! og það þýðir að það séu 11 dagar til jóla og svo 17 dagar í gamlárs, á gamlárskvöld þá verður GAY ball í þjóðleikhúskjallaranum, á vegum samtakanna '78 ég man ekki klukkan hvað það byrjar en ég held að það byrji klukkan eitt AM og miðaverð er sem hér stendur:
í forsölu:
fyrir félagsmeðlimi samtakanna '78: 1000 kr
Aðrir: 1300kr
á Nýársnótt:
fyrir félagsmeðlimi samtakanna '78: 1500 kr
Aðrir: 1800 kr
og ef þú skráir þig í samtökin fyrir næsta ár þá færðu ókeypis miða í kaupbæti.
Jæja, ég er farinn offline og ætla að tékka á heimildarskrá... CHOW
~Je m'appelle paix... J'ai cinq ans..
Next up SAGA! :D totally... þar stendur hnífur í belju líka, ég var að fatta það bara áðan að ég gleymdi að gera hiemildarskrá á verkefni sem ég gerði.... DJÖFULL! ætli ég fái að ég hafi ekki gert verkefnið eða lækkar kennaraeinkunin bara :s áfanginn veltur á því.... kanski ef ég dríf mig núna og geri hiemildarskrána.... ég held að það sé alltof seint þar sem prófið er á morgun. Hvort sem ég geri þá vona ég að hlutirnir reddist.
Það eru 13 dagar í Tom :D YAY! og það þýðir að það séu 11 dagar til jóla og svo 17 dagar í gamlárs, á gamlárskvöld þá verður GAY ball í þjóðleikhúskjallaranum, á vegum samtakanna '78 ég man ekki klukkan hvað það byrjar en ég held að það byrji klukkan eitt AM og miðaverð er sem hér stendur:
í forsölu:
fyrir félagsmeðlimi samtakanna '78: 1000 kr
Aðrir: 1300kr
á Nýársnótt:
fyrir félagsmeðlimi samtakanna '78: 1500 kr
Aðrir: 1800 kr
og ef þú skráir þig í samtökin fyrir næsta ár þá færðu ókeypis miða í kaupbæti.
Jæja, ég er farinn offline og ætla að tékka á heimildarskrá... CHOW
~Je m'appelle paix... J'ai cinq ans..
Friday, December 10, 2004
Á íslensku má alltaf finna svar...
Allt í lagi, hér hefur hinn illi harðstjóri KATRÍN LEÐURHOMMI!!! ákveðið að neyða mig til þess að skrifa á íslensku... hmmm... hvað á maður svo að segja? Þegar stórt er spurt er fátt um svör... talandi um stórt þá er elskulegi Hollendingurinn minn aðeins 16 daga frá mér og er ykkar heittelskaði Haffi að deyja úr spenningi (Katrín: totta hann totta hann) Hey vá ég að vera að læra fyrir sögu... ekki er ég að því neeeei, ég er að leðurhommast með henni Katrínu.
jæja, hérmeð enda ég þetta blogg... fylgist með blogginu hennar katrínar þar sem hún verður neydd til að blogga á ensku ;D
~Friður er peace á ensku...
jæja, hérmeð enda ég þetta blogg... fylgist með blogginu hennar katrínar þar sem hún verður neydd til að blogga á ensku ;D
~Friður er peace á ensku...
Thursday, December 09, 2004
((unknown title but I guess "the lucky ones")) -by Bif Naked
It was a monday when
my lover told me
"never pay the reaper with love only"
what could I say to you
except I love you
and I'd give my life for yours
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones dear
Remember the time we made love in roses
and you took my picture in all sorts of poses
how could I ever get over you when I'd give my life for yours
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones dear... my dear
Its times we say "thank god for you",
I thank god for you.
in each and every single way I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
its time to let you know
time to let you know
time to let you know
time to sing here I say.
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones dear, dear
we are the lucky ones dear dear
we are the lucky ones dear dear
we are the lucky ones dear
we are the lucky ones dear
we are the lucky ones dear..
~Peace... love the camera... make love to the camera... FUCK THE CAMERA!!! FUCK IT!!!!
It was a monday when
my lover told me
"never pay the reaper with love only"
what could I say to you
except I love you
and I'd give my life for yours
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones dear
Remember the time we made love in roses
and you took my picture in all sorts of poses
how could I ever get over you when I'd give my life for yours
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones dear... my dear
Its times we say "thank god for you",
I thank god for you.
in each and every single way I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
its time to let you know
time to let you know
time to let you know
time to sing here I say.
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones
I know we are, we are the lucky ones dear, dear
we are the lucky ones dear dear
we are the lucky ones dear dear
we are the lucky ones dear
we are the lucky ones dear
we are the lucky ones dear..
~Peace... love the camera... make love to the camera... FUCK THE CAMERA!!! FUCK IT!!!!
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Why Gay Marriage is Wrong
1. Homosexuality is not natural. Real Americans always reject
unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
2. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way
that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy
behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has
legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
4. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn't
changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry
whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if homosexual marriage
were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun
marriage would be destroyed.
6. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children.
Homosexual couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be
allowed to marry because our orphanges aren't full yet, and the
world needs more children.
7. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight
parents only raise straight children.
8. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like
ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country.
That's why we have only one religion in America.
9. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model
at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents
to raise children.
10. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could
never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to
cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
~Peace dost thou take Equity to be your lawfully wedded husband?...
1. Homosexuality is not natural. Real Americans always reject
unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
2. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way
that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy
behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has
legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
4. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn't
changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry
whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if homosexual marriage
were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun
marriage would be destroyed.
6. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children.
Homosexual couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be
allowed to marry because our orphanges aren't full yet, and the
world needs more children.
7. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight
parents only raise straight children.
8. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like
ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country.
That's why we have only one religion in America.
9. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model
at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents
to raise children.
10. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could
never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to
cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
~Peace dost thou take Equity to be your lawfully wedded husband?...
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Ég hata Birting, ég hata að muna eftir honum, ég hata að finna lyktina af honum, random, alltaf uppúr þurru, Birtingur er bastarður, ég þoli ekki hvernig hann er hvernig hann hugsar hvað hann gerir, ég þoli ekki að þrá Birting að hugsa um hann og að sakna hans... Birtingur er tussa.... *dæs* FÍFL! og þá ég sérstaklega... fífl...
~Peace... FUCK!
~Peace... FUCK!
Friday, December 03, 2004
01. Who are you?
02. Are we friends?
03. When and how did we meet?
04. Do you have a crush on me?
05. Would you kiss me?
06. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
07. Describe me in one word.
08. What was your first impression?
09. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your Blogg and see what I say about you?
~Peace command you to answer these questions.
02. Are we friends?
03. When and how did we meet?
04. Do you have a crush on me?
05. Would you kiss me?
06. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
07. Describe me in one word.
08. What was your first impression?
09. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your Blogg and see what I say about you?
~Peace command you to answer these questions.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
The most beautiful song this moment...
Twenty years.
There are twenty years to go,
And twenty ways to know,
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.
There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope,
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts,
The broken heart, the stone.
There are twenty years to go,
The punchdrunk and the blow,
The worst of starts,
The mercy part, the phone.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
But it's you I take,
Because you're the truth not I.
There are twenty years to go,
A golden age I know,
But all will pass,
And end too fast you know.
There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.
That's the end,
And that's the start of it.
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it.
That's the high,
And that's the heart of it.
That's the long,
And that's the short of it.
That's the best,
And that's the test in it.
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the trust in it.
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it.
That's the gift,
And that's the trick in it.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
~Placebo
There are twenty years to go,
And twenty ways to know,
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.
There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope,
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts,
The broken heart, the stone.
There are twenty years to go,
The punchdrunk and the blow,
The worst of starts,
The mercy part, the phone.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
But it's you I take,
Because you're the truth not I.
There are twenty years to go,
A golden age I know,
But all will pass,
And end too fast you know.
There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.
That's the end,
And that's the start of it.
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it.
That's the high,
And that's the heart of it.
That's the long,
And that's the short of it.
That's the best,
And that's the test in it.
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the trust in it.
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it.
That's the gift,
And that's the trick in it.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
~Placebo
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Due to popular demand by my dahling sheep... I will blog allthough this precious time should be spent on danish, either way I will probably be up all night juced on java... CAN I HAVE AN AMEN!!!? hmmm... I was just thinking about something I'd like to call auto-felatio, its something cats and dogs seem to be able to do and every man in existence wants to be able to do... some are fortunate enough to be able to do that, hmmm... on secound thought I dont think cats and dogs can actually do that... I believe their teeth would be in the way and do they even know how to produce pressure inside theyr mouths (aka. suck)? ... now, auto-coningilis (sp? lesbians help me out here) is something im positive only circus freaks can do... and cats and dogs and a number of other animals.
Wow, im supposed to be studying for my danish exam, which also is the last danish test I have to take EVER if and only IF I pass this exam... why am I not studying then you ask? because I have to read a book... not just ANY book, but the book dubbed "Drengen fra sankt petri" this tome houses two of the things i find the least interesting in this universe we call home, those things are danish and war (not to mention history but thats not in vast amounts). So bare with me here and maybe I'll give you a cookie.
now to the daily drama ;) *cough* now confirmed that my darling dutch will be coming to the land of ice and snow during the christmas holidays, this is joyace news I know but the conundrum is that he will be here for a week (aka. seven days) and during atleast four of those seven days I will be forced to spend atleast 8-10 hours a day in the "Loftkastali" (an icelandic theatre for you unfortunate souls of non-icelandic origin or ethnicity), I have two choices #1: Quit the play, ruining alot of work for alot of people and hence giving the directors ulcers and thus threatening my own life with the possibility of their co-operation with assasins, #2: Force my dear sweet Tom to hang around the theatre during the whole period of practice... this would not be fun for him seeing as this dutchman dosen't spek a word in iceland except "takk" (thank you) and "góðan daginn" (good day). SO what can yours truly do in this situation?! I myself have no idea, I ask that they who comment on what my decision should be should themselves be in all totally objective, meaning Katrín, Inga and Hildur are not allowed express themselves, allthough if they want to commune theyr knowledge about auto-felatio and auto-coningilis or my spelling feel free! ;)
p.s. if people really care about me they will comment... lest I will make myself a Ana or Mia... (what the fuck does he meen by this you say...? now you should have watched judging Amy yesterday... right Auja?)
~Peace---> Auto-serenity
Wow, im supposed to be studying for my danish exam, which also is the last danish test I have to take EVER if and only IF I pass this exam... why am I not studying then you ask? because I have to read a book... not just ANY book, but the book dubbed "Drengen fra sankt petri" this tome houses two of the things i find the least interesting in this universe we call home, those things are danish and war (not to mention history but thats not in vast amounts). So bare with me here and maybe I'll give you a cookie.
now to the daily drama ;) *cough* now confirmed that my darling dutch will be coming to the land of ice and snow during the christmas holidays, this is joyace news I know but the conundrum is that he will be here for a week (aka. seven days) and during atleast four of those seven days I will be forced to spend atleast 8-10 hours a day in the "Loftkastali" (an icelandic theatre for you unfortunate souls of non-icelandic origin or ethnicity), I have two choices #1: Quit the play, ruining alot of work for alot of people and hence giving the directors ulcers and thus threatening my own life with the possibility of their co-operation with assasins, #2: Force my dear sweet Tom to hang around the theatre during the whole period of practice... this would not be fun for him seeing as this dutchman dosen't spek a word in iceland except "takk" (thank you) and "góðan daginn" (good day). SO what can yours truly do in this situation?! I myself have no idea, I ask that they who comment on what my decision should be should themselves be in all totally objective, meaning Katrín, Inga and Hildur are not allowed express themselves, allthough if they want to commune theyr knowledge about auto-felatio and auto-coningilis or my spelling feel free! ;)
p.s. if people really care about me they will comment... lest I will make myself a Ana or Mia... (what the fuck does he meen by this you say...? now you should have watched judging Amy yesterday... right Auja?)
~Peace---> Auto-serenity
