Monday, October 31, 2005

too few responded to this before so im doing it again...

Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. (WTF)
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

If I do this for you, you must post this on your blogg or journal.
Gonna start with announcing this: I HATE BEING HORNY! I hate that feeling, especially when you look at something you desire and you feel the weight of your desire crushing against your lungs and heart, its like that devil called "Nightmare" he is a devil that everybody is supposed to have visit them atleast once in your lifetime... anyway, he sneeks into your bedroom and then sits on your chest looking at you or choking you or something... creepy shit....

Anyway, yesterday..*looks at clock* no wait, its 00:48... it was the day before yester when I went to a HALLOWEEN PARTY!!!! XD It was at De Boomkikker, organised by my fine mistress Mobus. HOLY CRAP! It was AWESOME!!!! I haven't had this much fun in a loooong time (Also I have not been this inebriated in a long time). I want you all to applause Mobus, give her a hug and a pat on the back for a job incredibly well done! Mobus was gorgeous! she had this dracula like dress on, dyed hair (pink is I recall correctly) a halfmask that covered her upper face and head, it looked like something cut out of evil dead or buffy the vampire slayer, and to top it off she had contacts that made her eye look black and HUUUUGE! Like Chio Chan on Opium.
MY COSTUME however was a bit slap dash. I took the bottom of the toga I used when I was Amor in the gay pride 2004, a white t-shirt and a sheet torn into ribbons and sew the ribbons onto the toga bottom and the t-shirt, it looked kindof cool. I was winter b.t.w. :) anyway, I also took a glowstick that I had been saving for just such an occasion and tied some ribbons onto that aswell, it was supposed to be my scepter. The glowstick resembled a radioactive isotope... so I decided that I was to be NUCLEAR WINTER! God... there's so much to tell from that evening and I don't really think I have the energy to recite it all. The prises went to:
3rd place: Black knight thingamabobber
2nd place: Wolverine
1ST PLACE!: SALLY FROM THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!! :D
I danced and danced and danced, I kissed about 5-8 people, mostly girls :( but hey.... I got hit on by some guy that has a woman but wanted me... UN-COM-FORT-ABLE... SHEES! Cant you guys just make up your minds? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

Holy lawd, my lower body and back are aching, Saturday and sunday I was at a workshop, a stage fighting workshop :D it was AWESOME! The workshop was of course a bit physical so my whole body is adjusting to the sudden usage of it... it ain't happy I can tell you that. It hurts to walk, to sit down and to touch my muscles... I LOVE IT! :D I wish I could do these workshops more regularly, after a while I would have a KILLER bod :P. Damn it was difficult to concentrate because, as you know, your's truly is a human being with human needs and wants (bringing me back to my first point) and when a beautiful and well toned man is assisting in these classes you'r mind tends to wander.... south... *cough* I wish I could just turn my sexuality on and off with sheer force of my will, Alas I cannot and am conquered by my primal lust... damn he was fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

I CAN'T WAIT! In less than a month I will be on my way to LONDON with my drama class XP we're going to go to some plays, see a school of dramatic arts, a museum aaaand PARTY LIKE ITS 1999!!!!! :D

Sleepy now... nighty night

Friday, October 28, 2005

Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. (WTF)
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

If I do this for you, you must post this on your blogg or journal.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!?
Either I am whining about men all the time... thats a fucking bitch right? so I stop... so I decide to focus on my life... but nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo now I'm a fucking hermit and I like it that way BULLSHIT!
I cant stand this, whatever I do its not enough!
I try to be a good person and do good and then what? I say that I dont want to visit the person who treats me like the shit on his shoe, who looks down at me like hes gods gift to mankind and I'm fucking arrogant?! I'M ARROGANT!!!!? FUCK! I dont want to waste my time in London visiting some cocky asshole that treats people like they are disiesed AND I'M THE ARROGANT ONE????!!!!!
I AM TIRED!
PLEASE COULD YOU PEOPLE JUST TAKE ME LIKE I AM!!!? I am not going to jump through hoops to please you!

FUCK!!! I'm so pissed off right now!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005



OBEY AND PARTY!


p.s. auglýsið eins og góðir bloggeigendur... coperið þetta sem kemur núna á eftir setjið bara < og > á undan og eftir og postið á bloggið ykkar... SHANKS


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Saturday, October 22, 2005

I miss you too H.

I'm an Idiot..

I'm Sorry

I hope you dont hate me too much yet...

I wan't to keep you in my life... I've just had alot of things to sort out... It's no excuse I know but... things have been fucked up.

Bottom line... I miss you, I love you and it hurts me more than you can know to think how much you hate me and how angry you are at me.

...

Monday, October 17, 2005

SO... I noticed I blogged in icelandic the last two times.... finally when I have english speaking readers I start garbling on my native language... Silly me :P

I was thinking about my life the other day, I had just stated to somebody that I wished I was 16 again.. young, inexperienced and still had these hopefull ideas of the world... the outside world actually. What was in store for me and all the paths I could choose and all the things I had yet to do. Plus guys dig a 16 year old... its a fact. anywho... these thought brought me even further, how I wish (like probably everybody else) I could be 6 years old again, with the knowledge (not the experiences) I have now. I could have held my head up high knowing the negativity I got from other people was just outlashes from their own insecurities. The lack of attention I got was because of the shit happening in other peoples lives... etc. Think about it... meeting a six year old after getting picked on by kids at school saying "oh thats allright... they are just lashing out because they themselves feel so bad that they want to elevate themselves above other people to feel better"... better yet imagen an icelandic kid saying that hehehe (joke being because I just wrote that in english...).

I'm working on something that could be called a murel, it's a sun on my wall... its pretty cool, small though... instead of sunrays it shines the different types of art; music, theatre, dance, visual, literary etc.... it's not completed though, I have to figure out some symbols for literature, visual, sculpture and others... I just find that a pen and a brush are pretty boring symbols, too phallic to my liking.

*sigh*

I got this guys number the other day, pretty cool guy, decent looking... tall :P. We had sms-ed a little, we planned on meeting on sunday (yesterday as of one hour ago) but on saturday I witnessed him coming out of a bathroom rather flustered... with another gay man.. :P hehehehe sufficed to say that they date was off...

Well... goodnight honeys... sleep tight.

~Spookyo_O

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Þetta fær ein manneskja. Ég veit ekki hvað það er við þig en ég vil þakka þér fyrir, síðast þegar við hittumst, að tala við þig, að njóta nærveru þinnar... það er eitthvað við hvað þú segir, hvernig þú segir það og bara almennt áran í kringum þig sem fær mig til að trúa á mig, eitthvað sem fær mig til að trúa því að ég geti gert eitthvað við líf mitt og að ég geti gert hluti vel, að ég er og geti verið miklu meira en ég held að ég sé. Þú ert yndislegur. Þú gerir fyrir mig það sem engin annar hefur nokkurntíman gert fyrir mig af því að engin virkilega trúir því nema þú. Takk kærlega fyrir að hafa trú á mér og að láta mig vilja gera betur. Og hve mikið eða lítið sem það skiptir máli þá vil ég að þú vitir að ég hef alltaf endalausa trú á þér, ég veit að þú átt eftir að breyta heiminum til hins betra. Takk.

~Hafsteinn Tómas Sverrisson skrifar þetta til Kristjáns.