I am home, I am well and I will hopefully post the saga of London sometime soon... if not, I'll tell you verbally if we are in position to do so.
~The jet-lagged Spookyo_O
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Well I ma here in London... We started off last wednesday to Keflavik airport at two o'clock. The flight itself went rather well and we landed at at approximately seven o'clock. We got our luggage and got through Stansted surrisingly fast considering that there were 16 of us... fast if it had just been 2 of us. NOW this is where the problem started, waiting for train tickets was a LOOOOONG wait, but hey, we aren't drama students for nothing so we just made our own fun... or rather Sigga Eir made our fun :) here is Sigga's and Katrin's song (it's a rap, the capital letters are sung by both Sigga and Katrin):
I wish I was a little bit TALLER
I wish I was a BALLER
I wish I had a girl
if I had I would CALL 'ER.
katina og fjor.
It goes without saying to experienced travelers that its a huge pain in the rumpus to travel in trains with you luggage A PAIN IN THE RUMPUS! Especially when you have to wait for the good part of an hour or more waiting while they buy these week passes for the trains... and buy for the wrong zones and have to go again to buy the right ones... I want to think the god of Red Bull, I am a firm believer that s/he saved my life and sanity.
Well after a long train ride and a few chuckles and twitches of the eye we FINALLY arrived at our Hostel at about twelve o'clock I believe. The Millenium Lodge is one of the dirtiest and most shadiest places I have ever been, yes even more shady then De Boomkikker. Every person here looks like they would hurt you for the gold in your pocket. With our doubts we collected our key's and headed to our rooms (in the stairs to our room there was a huge painting of Bjork). We decided to go downstairs and have a beer to celebrae our arrival. In the end we were all singing and dancing and had our oppinions toppled over and hid under the ugly rug... this is one of the most fantastic places we could have stumbled upon.
The morning after we woke up at eight o'clock and started off to the complimentary breakfast buffet, I kinda wish we hadn't. The cornflakes had a selection of heated milk...and living room heated milk, the juice was bitter, the toast was awful... so we kindof left in a hurry and just headed downtown... not much to tell there becuase I wpent the whole day following the Sigga's through their shopping, I managed to get tnbc dvd and a book. *sigh* this was from about 9:30-16:00.
Later that evening we put on our spiffy clothes and headed out to the train station.. going to see old dick (Richard) II at old wick, there were slight difficulties finding the place but no biggie. The acting was fabulous, the costumes were great... beside that this was the single most boring experiences of my entire life! It's all "bla bla bla bla bla" with Shakespear.. plus my seat creaked, was uncomfortable and the frikkin spring poked from out of the cushion. I think of all my orgas my back hated this show the most, it atleast protested the most.
After the show we though we might be meeting the actors to chat and drink with them... This dod not happen... we went to the theatre's lounge and bar and drank and there were the actors, sitting and drinking, but not with us, more all around us... and no mr. Spacey.
We went back to the hostel because we knew that there was a KARAOKE night there. And the nightcap was for me, Antoin crashing the party... my self esteem going to the shits, and going to sleep, to be waken up several times by my drunker friends and their antics.
Now is he next morning and we are heading for some school of dramatic arts, and I am personally heading for HP4 with my friend and to hang with him for the remainder of the day and going to popstarz tonight to dance.
CHEERIO! (CHERIOOOOOOS <-Elin)
I wish I was a little bit TALLER
I wish I was a BALLER
I wish I had a girl
if I had I would CALL 'ER.
katina og fjor.
It goes without saying to experienced travelers that its a huge pain in the rumpus to travel in trains with you luggage A PAIN IN THE RUMPUS! Especially when you have to wait for the good part of an hour or more waiting while they buy these week passes for the trains... and buy for the wrong zones and have to go again to buy the right ones... I want to think the god of Red Bull, I am a firm believer that s/he saved my life and sanity.
Well after a long train ride and a few chuckles and twitches of the eye we FINALLY arrived at our Hostel at about twelve o'clock I believe. The Millenium Lodge is one of the dirtiest and most shadiest places I have ever been, yes even more shady then De Boomkikker. Every person here looks like they would hurt you for the gold in your pocket. With our doubts we collected our key's and headed to our rooms (in the stairs to our room there was a huge painting of Bjork). We decided to go downstairs and have a beer to celebrae our arrival. In the end we were all singing and dancing and had our oppinions toppled over and hid under the ugly rug... this is one of the most fantastic places we could have stumbled upon.
The morning after we woke up at eight o'clock and started off to the complimentary breakfast buffet, I kinda wish we hadn't. The cornflakes had a selection of heated milk...and living room heated milk, the juice was bitter, the toast was awful... so we kindof left in a hurry and just headed downtown... not much to tell there becuase I wpent the whole day following the Sigga's through their shopping, I managed to get tnbc dvd and a book. *sigh* this was from about 9:30-16:00.
Later that evening we put on our spiffy clothes and headed out to the train station.. going to see old dick (Richard) II at old wick, there were slight difficulties finding the place but no biggie. The acting was fabulous, the costumes were great... beside that this was the single most boring experiences of my entire life! It's all "bla bla bla bla bla" with Shakespear.. plus my seat creaked, was uncomfortable and the frikkin spring poked from out of the cushion. I think of all my orgas my back hated this show the most, it atleast protested the most.
After the show we though we might be meeting the actors to chat and drink with them... This dod not happen... we went to the theatre's lounge and bar and drank and there were the actors, sitting and drinking, but not with us, more all around us... and no mr. Spacey.
We went back to the hostel because we knew that there was a KARAOKE night there. And the nightcap was for me, Antoin crashing the party... my self esteem going to the shits, and going to sleep, to be waken up several times by my drunker friends and their antics.
Now is he next morning and we are heading for some school of dramatic arts, and I am personally heading for HP4 with my friend and to hang with him for the remainder of the day and going to popstarz tonight to dance.
CHEERIO! (CHERIOOOOOOS <-Elin)
Monday, November 14, 2005
I want to tell you guys a story, gay pride 2004:
It was a fantastic day, one of the most happiest days of my life, only shadowed by my sisters wedding. The parade had come to its final point and the show was ending with most of us on stage dancing infront of all the people that came to support us. My mom was in the crowd watching, smiling, maybe even doing a little jig when a woman comes to her and asks "is the angel yours?" (I was wearing an angel costume because I was amor... a part of this wedding/love theme we had) and my mom replied "yes", the woman tells her "you are very lucky, my son was gay, but he couldn't cope with it, he killed himself.."
When my mom told me about this, I felt so shocked... I want to cry when I think about it. What strikes me the most is his mom, I want to hug her. Just think about it, if he had only told her... maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way... now when he is dead she honors him by supporting him, well atleast his memory. It's like a rock on your heart thinking about this... I want to meet her and I want to tell her how wonderful she is..
How utterly alone he must have felt. So incredibly alone that he had to take to these mesures..
I hope he is happy wherever he is, and I hope she is also happy..
no words can really describe what you want to say to people who have experienced loss like this..
People... love is a strong power, most of the times its stronger the biggotry... dont leave the people that love you, even if you are afraid that they can't take you for who you are, if they love you they will learn.
~Haffi *without words*
It was a fantastic day, one of the most happiest days of my life, only shadowed by my sisters wedding. The parade had come to its final point and the show was ending with most of us on stage dancing infront of all the people that came to support us. My mom was in the crowd watching, smiling, maybe even doing a little jig when a woman comes to her and asks "is the angel yours?" (I was wearing an angel costume because I was amor... a part of this wedding/love theme we had) and my mom replied "yes", the woman tells her "you are very lucky, my son was gay, but he couldn't cope with it, he killed himself.."
When my mom told me about this, I felt so shocked... I want to cry when I think about it. What strikes me the most is his mom, I want to hug her. Just think about it, if he had only told her... maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way... now when he is dead she honors him by supporting him, well atleast his memory. It's like a rock on your heart thinking about this... I want to meet her and I want to tell her how wonderful she is..
How utterly alone he must have felt. So incredibly alone that he had to take to these mesures..
I hope he is happy wherever he is, and I hope she is also happy..
no words can really describe what you want to say to people who have experienced loss like this..
People... love is a strong power, most of the times its stronger the biggotry... dont leave the people that love you, even if you are afraid that they can't take you for who you are, if they love you they will learn.
~Haffi *without words*
Friday, November 11, 2005
I am going to set myself on fire...
this is a lie... I would never, burn wounds are weird that way, the body works in mysterious ways, if you burn yourself the body makes this little water ballon of skin where you are burned... like "hey thats hot and dry... WATOOOOOOR!"
Body and mind are linked... right? so I was wondering, you mind gets burned... what does it do? does it hose itself down with ice cold water, it make's sense. If a person gets "burned" intellectually she/he usually reciprocates in a cold heartless demenor... as a way of saying "I dont care what you just said"
One thing left, spirit/heart etc. it must aswel retaliate in some way? But I dont think if a heart gets burned it cools down... if anything it just burns more, a white-hot flame OR it shuts down, hibernates. People work in mysterious ways.
Wow, I'm watching this movie, in the time it takes this guy's girlfriend to shout "Monty" twice he gets out of the tub, dries himself, does his hair and gets dressed... quite baffling, I wish i could do that when I'm late for school and smell like a dead baboons rotten ass... and sweaty.
I hate this chair, I've spent the last week in this chair when I'm at home, and if I'm not at school I'm home. Alone, cold, bored, watching tv, making my mind mold. I hate being alone, not the kindof alone where a friend can come over and cheer me up (allthough it would make the evenings less boring) but the kind of alone where you can't feel closeness of another person, the warm flow of somebody who really cares and really loves AND likes you.
I'm tired, brain is pretty mushy right now, been watching tv for about 5 hours now... 200+ channels and not one program worth watching, waste of money if you ask me but then again it's not my money and they consider it money well spent on sport programs to watch golf. I wish I had alot of money, i'd spend it wisely. Now I know what you're thinking "HAH! Haffi spending money wisely, give me a break" but I think if I had ALOT of money I could spend it for classes, yoga, drama workshops, new clothes, paint for my walls, christmas presents for my family and friends. My theaory is that when you have little money ALL the time you will spend it for candy, videos, food, fast food, trinkets, coffee, tea... Don't get me wrong, if I had ALOT of money I would of course buy all those little things BUT I would also have new clothes and such. I would pay to get into a good school so I can have a happier life.
Ah, the rythm I had is going, you know what that meens when you start typing slower and dont know what to say, it usually meens that this post will end soon enough.
Too many people read this thing, so many things one can't vent.
friends
love
pressure
future
school
life
fun
work
family
me
health
body
soul
mind
energy is needed...
I tried to write a poem today, about nearly falling asleep in class, the first verse is allright... then it went downhill from there.
I haven't spoken to Tom for a long while, I wonder if he's mad at me or hurt because the last time we talked I was on a pretty big bummer and I just couldn't get into what he wanted to talk about. I was maybe a little overly harsh... I hope he's ok.
I figured out why you feel like you're falling when you look down from a cliff or a tall building, because when things are far away they look smaller, right? That's what happens, you look down and the base of the building/cliff/wall etc. looks more narrow than where you're standing ergo you feel like the base is kindof behind you rather than under you = it can't be stable so you fall.
I want this song... I can't recall what it's called. A big part of the lyrics or chorus is something like "thrash dot slash dot thrash dot com" or something.... do you know it?
I love you guys, even if you don't hear me say it enough, even if I don't call you, don't hang with you or don't see you alot, I do love you... but I can't change the way I am but rest assured that I probably treat every one in my life just the same way as I do you. I love you and I wish it was enough.
rule of thumbs you guys: Love! just love the people you do love, hug when you want to, smile at everybody you wish happiness and just smile when you read sappy stuff like this. I try to follow my own advice, allthough I must admit I have my bad days... but it gets easier. My experience is that when you do this good things come naturally.
Good night *lights out*
~Haffi
this is a lie... I would never, burn wounds are weird that way, the body works in mysterious ways, if you burn yourself the body makes this little water ballon of skin where you are burned... like "hey thats hot and dry... WATOOOOOOR!"
Body and mind are linked... right? so I was wondering, you mind gets burned... what does it do? does it hose itself down with ice cold water, it make's sense. If a person gets "burned" intellectually she/he usually reciprocates in a cold heartless demenor... as a way of saying "I dont care what you just said"
One thing left, spirit/heart etc. it must aswel retaliate in some way? But I dont think if a heart gets burned it cools down... if anything it just burns more, a white-hot flame OR it shuts down, hibernates. People work in mysterious ways.
Wow, I'm watching this movie, in the time it takes this guy's girlfriend to shout "Monty" twice he gets out of the tub, dries himself, does his hair and gets dressed... quite baffling, I wish i could do that when I'm late for school and smell like a dead baboons rotten ass... and sweaty.
I hate this chair, I've spent the last week in this chair when I'm at home, and if I'm not at school I'm home. Alone, cold, bored, watching tv, making my mind mold. I hate being alone, not the kindof alone where a friend can come over and cheer me up (allthough it would make the evenings less boring) but the kind of alone where you can't feel closeness of another person, the warm flow of somebody who really cares and really loves AND likes you.
I'm tired, brain is pretty mushy right now, been watching tv for about 5 hours now... 200+ channels and not one program worth watching, waste of money if you ask me but then again it's not my money and they consider it money well spent on sport programs to watch golf. I wish I had alot of money, i'd spend it wisely. Now I know what you're thinking "HAH! Haffi spending money wisely, give me a break" but I think if I had ALOT of money I could spend it for classes, yoga, drama workshops, new clothes, paint for my walls, christmas presents for my family and friends. My theaory is that when you have little money ALL the time you will spend it for candy, videos, food, fast food, trinkets, coffee, tea... Don't get me wrong, if I had ALOT of money I would of course buy all those little things BUT I would also have new clothes and such. I would pay to get into a good school so I can have a happier life.
Ah, the rythm I had is going, you know what that meens when you start typing slower and dont know what to say, it usually meens that this post will end soon enough.
Too many people read this thing, so many things one can't vent.
friends
love
pressure
future
school
life
fun
work
family
me
health
body
soul
mind
energy is needed...
I tried to write a poem today, about nearly falling asleep in class, the first verse is allright... then it went downhill from there.
I haven't spoken to Tom for a long while, I wonder if he's mad at me or hurt because the last time we talked I was on a pretty big bummer and I just couldn't get into what he wanted to talk about. I was maybe a little overly harsh... I hope he's ok.
I figured out why you feel like you're falling when you look down from a cliff or a tall building, because when things are far away they look smaller, right? That's what happens, you look down and the base of the building/cliff/wall etc. looks more narrow than where you're standing ergo you feel like the base is kindof behind you rather than under you = it can't be stable so you fall.
I want this song... I can't recall what it's called. A big part of the lyrics or chorus is something like "thrash dot slash dot thrash dot com" or something.... do you know it?
I love you guys, even if you don't hear me say it enough, even if I don't call you, don't hang with you or don't see you alot, I do love you... but I can't change the way I am but rest assured that I probably treat every one in my life just the same way as I do you. I love you and I wish it was enough.
rule of thumbs you guys: Love! just love the people you do love, hug when you want to, smile at everybody you wish happiness and just smile when you read sappy stuff like this. I try to follow my own advice, allthough I must admit I have my bad days... but it gets easier. My experience is that when you do this good things come naturally.
Good night *lights out*
~Haffi
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.
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.
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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
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.
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!
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
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.
...
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
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.
~Hafsteinn Tómas Sverrisson skrifar þetta til Kristjáns.
Monday, September 26, 2005
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
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
Thursday, September 22, 2005
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*
