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

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.

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!

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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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.

...

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

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.

Hún Kibba klukkaði mig þannig að ég neyðist víst til að tilkynna 5 staðreyndir um mig.

1. Ég hef sjúklegan þrá til að sanna mig listamannslega séð á hvaða sviði sem er.

2. Ég elska húfuna mína hann Rasmus Klump.

3. Ég vil hafa áhrif á fólk og hvernig það hugsar.

4. Ég hef oft hugsað mér að fá mér pinna í typpið.

5. Placebo roxxors my boxxors.

ég klukkaði:
Kristján
Örnu
Elínu
Ingunni &
Freyju

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!???
GAIA CULT OF THE DAMNED!!!!!?
First of all... Gaia is the name of our sweet, caring and loving mother earth...
and those symbols are not even CLOSE to be the signs of the DAMNED! you can see the yin-yang, the jewish star, christian cross, the buddah wheel and the hindu sign.... what pre pubescent BASTARD made this fucking bullshit picture... I hope he gets an eye-infection.... *sulk*

What makes
Her
Him
Him
Her
Him
Him
Her
Her
Her
Him
Him
Her
Him
and Him so effing special?

~Spookyo_O

My new ambition has awoken for I have downloaded a music share program called Bearshare... I shall educate myself with good music and a wide variety of music SO what I want to ask you readers of this blogg, please comment to this post with the names of bands that you admire and one or two songs that are descriptive and good. shanks :D
~Spooky

I just recently (a matter of hours to be exact) started reading the novel "The picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde.. I was reading the introduction and I was intrigued by his words regarding art. His view on the inevitable defeasibility of art and its only purpose of being admired... "the only reason one creates something pointless it is to be admired at... art is quite pointless" (or something to that effect), it is quite moving and motivating to read... I have always wanted to be an Artist, I want to make something admirable and something that stirs the soul and intimidates the mind.

The paragraph above this one was written two days ago when I had just started reading the novel, sadly I have not made much progress with that novel. I have only just read 4 chapters since then... reagardless I absolutely adore the effects of a aestheticly written book, the infectious use of smooth and beautiful vocabulary is indescribably refreshing compared to the usual coarse american usage of the language, the english writers and poets really knew how to pamper their tounge and to fortefy it and immortalise it with the pen, multi-production meal for the soul delivered to multi-national plates, fed to the unpainted canvases giving them colors of worlds that never were real and portraits of people who never existed, picture that, everybody is a gallery of their lifes experiences.

Who and what am I? I have often wondered, I am a human, a person, a male (as opposed to being a woman trapped in a mans body), my mothers son and my sisters brother (and as a matter of fact my brothers brother (so nobody will feel left out))... this is all factual and concrete... I know this allthough this does give me a glimpse as to what I am this does not truly answer the question "who am I?". Am I an artist? that is something I really and truly hope I am and what I want to be but I think my lifes experiences have shown me that it is not my true idendity. Am I a Homo?... well yes... but I should hope that my personality has more layers than that.. Am I an Icelander? Yes, this I am quite sure of, because only a true icelander yearns to escape this wreched island as much as I do! *sigh*

I want to make this interjection to express my deepest remorse regarding how incredably horrid my blogs are, I strive to make them an interesting read but more often than not they seem to end up as senseless drivle spurted onto this site in pixel form... I hereby offer my sincerest apologies and remind you that at any time you are free to click the little x in the upper right corner <-- windows users, you mac-ers out there deserve this tornment so I will forgo from oferring instructions on how you can escape this awful... awful horse hooey (for the lack of a better term). With that said let me continue with my bowel movements.

Am I a slut? Well that concerns who you ask, to one I might be a filthy whore of babylon and to someone else I might be the blessed saint of abstynence... allthough I think the former would be the more likely option to be x-ed. Allthough I consider myself refined, once I was fairly scandelous while at the moment I consider myself quite the gentleman. I have not come to any conclusion with maybe the exception that one has not truly become something until he cannot change... meaning that you arent anything unless you are dead... then your personality is edged in stone if you will and what you were and what you did is forever who you are.. doest thou comprehend?

Anyway, I am going to end this post with a question: Is the grass greener one the other side? Is it just another shade of green? and does the grass really have to be greener to taste better? (for example some of the best strawberries I have ever tasted were barely pink, much less crimson red).

ADEU!
~Spooky

p.s. I hope this bull did pull on your mindstrings.

So... wow... Gay pride is dorment for the time being, having become a creature of huge provess, I am in awe of the effects of it on me, its powers reaching into the hearts of 45.000 people. This pride was extremely eventful and let me explain why: two boys that were with us on the float, who are in the closet and were completely covered so that nobody would know their identity, decided half way through the parade that they would not hide their true selves any longer and threw off their guises and came out to all of the above mentioned people.. OH MY GOD!!!!! There wasn't a dry eye in the youth groups part of the parade, what a way to come out!? Made me wish I was still in the closet ;P
Two other girls that had also been incredibly moved by the parade decided to come out.
So id like anybody who reads this to give these people three HOORAHs for their bravery:

Kári (aka. Kevin Spacey (?))
Eggert (aka. William Shakespear (?))
Jóna (aka. Janis Joplin)
Ella (Jessicka (of jack of jill))

This was one intense weekend, well this was one intense month :) I had the time of my life!! :D I finally felt validated, I did a good job and I am very proud of myself and everybody who did his or her part in our act WE DID IT!!!!! XD What to do now? how can one return to the simple life after all of this... So from now on, every day is a day closer to the next pride :D

NOW! To the real contributers of gay pride, the straight people! :D I want to give you all my gratitude. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! WE LOVE YOU!!! THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING US AND FOR CELEBRATING THIS DAY OF TRIUMPH WITH US!!!!

all in all an emotionally wiping day and I thank you all for it! ;D

~peace rules

Spookyo_O

I went to a wedding on saturday, my cousin was getting married, god they are so incredible :) she was so beautiful and happy, I just glowed for her as did everybody else in the church and the groom was no less happy, they couldnt help but buff up them jaw muscles. It was so them, poeple singin in the church "I hope you dont mind, I hope you dont mind that I put down in wooooords how wonderful life is now your in the world"... it's time I share a secret with you guys... I am a hopeless romantic, just as much as a guy could sweep me off my feet with rough language and a firm grasp he could also steal my shoes by naming a song "our song" or invite me to a candle lit dinner in the middle of nowhere under the full moon or a picnic in the sun... *sigh*
OOOH! and their little boy, hes such a little energizer bunny, he keeps going and going and going, he cant even sit still on the aisle!!! hehe, in the middle of the ceremony he just got up and went to the bathroom (IN the bathroom of course... not right there) and when he came back he persisted on making silly faces at the grinning audience =) he sure is his mothers son.

NOW! to my outfit.... IT WAS HORRID! ok, I apologize if my sister reads this I hope she doesn't... well if you do just pretend you didn't :D... now where was I... OH YES! the intensiely horrid white assemblidge I had to wear... and not only wear but spend 10.500 KR on... that was one third of my pay check... holy fuck... nothing so ugly should be so expensive, it was too big, it was too long and what is the deal with shoulder pads, if I dont have the physique attributed with broad shoulders then why would I want to fake it?!!! I looked like... little baby Don Carleone playing in daddy's clothes... and those pants were all wrong... *cries a little*

I'm lonely, I'm intensely lonely, I am also incredibly horny... I do not want to sleep around anymore, I'm sick of that. I want to fall in love and stay in love I want the whole nine yards, I want the perfect guy with the perfect mind, soul and body!

It's so funny, I feel like I haven't had sex since my ex boyfriend.. i'ts like sex isn't real unless there's something behind it, the body forgets but the heart holds onto forever :) I like that, makes me feel like I'm not a discusting sex-crazed whore... I have made mistakes, but if I wouldn't have made them I would have made even bigger ones.. know what I meen?

And now behold your inebriated Fairy, I am sitting alone in the hallway of my vacant house finishing off a champaigne bottle since yesterday... rule: "never spoil champaigne because that is spoiling a good thing"
I feel like some sad little queen's role-model in some sad movie, dreaming of Mr. Right and how she will get him because she will never be whole without him... That is NOT the case however because I KNOW for a fact that I will be allright regardless of Mr. Rights entrance into my life or not, I know I have the mind and heart to do anything I please, I know that if I really would want anything I can do it EASELY! not effortlessly mind you but it would be easy. It's just, at the end of the day, especially in the summer, when you won't go to sleep because there's nothing there worth going to, the dreams are vague and creepy, the cold sheets constrict you and the nightmareish sweat drips into the matress making you feel like you are lying on a block of ice is not a good insentive for sleeping... atleast the dark of the winter makes you scared enough so that the bed is the better of two evils, the cold sheets are warm compared to Jack Frosts fingers.

I love my sister, I love my brother, I love my grandmother and I love my grandfather, just in case anybody is wondering. My Sister is an incredible woman, I think througout my life I have been staring up at the sky, only to be staring at her soal, she is incredible, she is a Lioness... she is THE Lioness, she has strength and power most of us can only dream of, she is strong and intelligent and beautiful and caregiving... I wish I had half of her talents and strengths. Then its my brother, you wont find a better person, he will be the perfect husband without a doubt, he IS sensitive despite popular belief, he is very introverted but we know better :) he is kind and good and strong like my sister, if I close my eyes and try to imagen him I get this image, its a heart engulfed in flames, he wants SO much but I know he does, and he will get these things because they are what he feels make life worth living I believe, hes more lonely then I am :) and he deserves every ounce of love in the world, I know I love him with every fiber of my heart and I know he loves us all too. Girls take heed you will not ever find a better man and more of a man than my brother.
Mom, mom mom mom mom mom mom, I love Mamma, ég elska Mömmu... no words, no sentences no color, no tune, no movement to describe her... I can't even begin to.

and I am off...

byebye
~Spooky

p.s. my birthday is in 6 days (tenth of july)

~piece... just bring me something old, something new something borrowed and someone blue.