http://zone.msn.com/noahsark/

Í lífinu eru tveir harmleikir.
Annar er að fá ekki heitustu óskir sínar uppfylltar.
Hinn er að fá þær.

mig langar í íbúð númer 301 í húsi 8. frjáls framlög meira en lítið velkomin.
ef einhver vill líka borga Euro reikninginn minn, þá verð ég svaka kát.

hoh-ho-ho! Christina mella komin í hann krappan. gott á hana og gott hjá CD:UK! þeir sendu hana inní herbergi að skipta um föt! ARgh-hahahahah!!!

"I’m just a girl who is expressing herself. Some parents might think that I’m out of line but there is worse stuff on TV."

"We were relieved she turned up in more clothes this time."

Sjá Fréttina

heheheeh!
hafiði þetta fólk!
hún er meira að segja soldið lík mér....


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http://www.thespark.com/sextest/
þetta próf segir manni hvað maður á eftir að sofa hjá mörgum það sem eftir er ævinnar. soldið asnalegt, ég veit. eiginlega mjög asnalegt. sérstaklega þar sem niðurstöðurnar um mig eru aldeilis ekki réttar. 9 manns?
glætan.
ég ætla að taka miklu fleiri.
hehe

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annar snilldarlegur linkur kominn á Bloggið, en það er vefurinn http://www.randysweb.com/weird/index.htm. en þar er nákvæmlega allt sem þú þarft ekki að nota við dagleg störf.
hehe.

garðálfar rokka



Mr GnomeMaker Says:

If you see a Garden Gnome,
pick it up and take it home.
Make sure it is really dead;
stick something sharp into its head.

þetta fallega ljóð er tekið af síðunni http://www.bifrost.com.au/hosting/gnomes/ þar sem fólk hefur verið gjörsamlega unshy við að gera garðálfum lífið leitt. he he he

um daginn horfði ég á myndina Amelie með honum elskulega Eyfa mínum. mikið er það ótrúlega góð mynd. namminamm. kíkið á Amelie linkinn hér til vinstri, mjöööööög flott síða. hann er líka drullusætur, gaurinn sem hún hösslar.
talandi um Eyfa, þá er gaman að taka það fram að ÉG lagaði vídeóið heima hjá afa hans og ömmu, með einskærri hugvitsemi og snilld. mér finnst Eyfi ekki hafa þakkað mér nóg fyrir að hafa framið þetta mikla góðverk og til að kvetja hann í að kaupa handa mér dýra og fallega hluti, þá bið ég ykkur endilega um að senda honum póst með því að ýta HÉR

gleiðilegt nýtt ár elskurnar mínar og takk fyrir gömlu árin. eða eitthvað.
en vissuði að ég er dópisti?
þetta var maður að lesa um á þessu líka sniðugu og trúverðuga prófi



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nú vil ég óska öllum gleðilegra jóla, hóhóhó.

jæja.
ætli ég verði ekki að byrja á því, þennan næst svartasta dag ársins að óska Magnúsi Sigurjónssyni og Vigni Frey Helgasyni til hamingju með að vera orðnir stúdentar. voða hljómaði þetta skringilega. allavega.... og þakka þeim fyrir geggjaðar veislur :)



hérna sjáum við Magga taka við stúdentsskírteininu sínu, frá dónalegasta manni í heimi, Einari Birgi skólameistara Flensborg. Magnús Þorkelsson stendur álengdar og hugsar um brjóst á alsberum kellingum.

síðasti föstudagur fyrir jól. hvað ætli féhirðirnir hafi verið að gera föstudaginn fyrir jól? hmmm.
en allaveganna... ég fann þetta líka þvílíkt hjartnæma bréf, eða frásögn, eða ég veit ekki hvað á netinu og mér finnst það svo ógeðslega fyndið að ég held varla vatni hér í vinnunni. ég held nú reyndar að einhverjir eigi eftir að snúa upp á nefið á sér og segja að það sé ljótt að hlægja að hommum.
hmmm...
það finnst mér ekki :)


The Greatest Moment of My Life
Carl Maravilla - 7/17/2002
Tom, my brother, called from San Francisco asking if I was going to the Gay Games. “Gay Games? What is it and when are they?” I asked. I had heard about a Gay Olympics and that the U.S Olympic Organizing Committee had prevented “us” from using the word Olympics but I didn’t know that the name had changed or that Vancouver BC Canada was hosting Gay Games III.
“The games are in August and registration closes soon,” he said, adding that Mike, his husband, was going too. “I’m running in the 1500M and the 10K and I assumed you were too, since you are a serious runner. You and (your) Tom (my lover) should join us! We already have a place and all you have to do is register and get flights.”

It didn’t take two seconds to make up my mind. As soon as I finished talking to my brother I told my Tom that we were going to Gay Games III. It was a good thing too-because when I called the information number they told me that registration was closing the next day.

Later on, I vowed that I would attend every subsequent Gay Games as long as I was able. The feeling of the crowds at the opening and closing ceremonies, the friendships I developed, and the pride of competition among gays, lesbians and our supporters is overwhelming and indescribable. Henri, my second lover, and I have enjoyed every Gay Games since!

That day started out perfectly: clear blue sunny skies, a few white clouds and a gentle breeze. The morning track events were thrilling and that afternoon I was every excited about my first competition, the 1500M. It was warm now, not hot, down on the track. I visualized my race as a calm peace settled over me. My minds eye saw the first lap: 0:68, and my Tom was watching me. The second lap was a repeat of the first. The third lap was hard but I maintained and saw 0:69. Then the imaginary bell rang and I put out the final effort.

Putting on my racing shoes I felt invincible. Not boastful or bragging, but knowing that I was going to do my best. All the months of training and competition were focused on the next few minutes. On the starting line, out of nowhere but in my mind, a voice whispered “Carl you are going to win!” As soon as the gun went off and we sprinted out, I knew that voice was correct!

The crowd in the stands, the officials, and all the runners, even those in front of me, disappeared as I raced down the track. Before the fist lap was over I had passed everyone. Time ceased to exist but the clock said 0:68. As I focused on my pace for the second lap the grandstand began to re-materialize. The clock said 2:16 (perfect!). The third lap was hard but my teary eyes saw 3:25 as the bell for the final lap rang out. Tom’s voice clearly said, “You are going to do it! You are going to win!” as I sprinted down the backstretch, lungs ready to explode.

Coming out of the final turn I was aware that the crowds in the stands were yelling, clapping, and screaming. My heart and soul were reaching to the heavens as my legs and arms reached out to the finish line. I gave everything I had.

Mike and my brother were waiting for me past the finish line and I collapsed in his arms, crying unabashedly, as I am now, thinking about the race, happy that my Tom was with me again, despite that the ashes of his defeated body returned to nature just two months before. 4:12!-the first race I had won since high school! My races were dedicated to Tom Schorzman: my lover, my friend, and my soul mate. This was the greatest moment of my life.

til hamingju með afmælið Hrafn, og þakkaðu henni mömmu þinni fyrir kökuna. mmmmm, hún var næstum jafn góð og.... margt annað sem ég hef borðað. namminammi.
mikið er gott að borða.

Ekki fyrir jólabörn...

það var dagurinn fyrir jól og litlu góðu bandarísku börnin Bobbie og Barbara settust í fangið á pabba sínum fyrir framan arineldinn. þau voru í nýju fallegu bangsímon náttfötunum (eins og döggu systir langar í jólagjöf) og voru nýkomin úr baði svo þau lyktuðu mjög vel.
pabbi þeirra, Jack Eðlisfræðingur, var að lesa fyrir þau úr einhverri góðri jólabók. þá spyr Bobbie allt í einu:
"pabbi, er jólasveinninn í alvöruinni til?"
bæði börnin horfðu spennt á pabba sinn sem lokaði jólabókinni og horfði hlýlega á fallegu börnin sín. þau vissu að nú myndu þau loksins fá að heyra alvöru jólasögu.
"elsku börn...." byrjaði hann, "nei, jólasveinninn er svo sannarlega ekki til, og ég skal segja ykkur af hverju....."

I. There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

II. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever crappy snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second --- 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.

III. The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them --- Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).

IV. 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance --- this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17,500 G's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

V. Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now.

Merry Christmas!

ég var á labbi. sem er nottla ekki í frásögur færandi, nema fyrir það að ég rakst á mjög undarlegan dreng. hann var mjög aumingjalegur og fór eitthvað að tala við mig, og af öllum tungumálum, á ENSKU!
ég reyndi nottla að vera almennileg og spjallaði soldið lengi við hann. var þetta mjög furðulegur drengur og var alltaf að spurja um einhverja hluti sem ég skildi eiginlega ekki.
"where is the goverment of iceland, the magical department?"
"can you tell me how to say a magic in icelandic?"
"im very hungry"
já það eru kannski ekki margir sem vita það, en Harry Potter er fæddur árið 1980. þeas, líffræðilega, samkvæmt bók nr. 3. þannig að í dag er hann 22 ára.
veskú.

við Arnfríður erum ótrúlega sniðugar og fyndnar. í dag, eftir að Hraf fór til að syngja fyrir alþjóð á niðursuðujólamessunni í hallgrímskirkju, þá brutumst við inn í herbergið hans, vopnaðar bleikum pappírsjólatrjám og rauðum jólasveina tuskukalli.
hohoho!
hann á nefnilega afmæli á morgun og hann hatar jólaskraut. mjög mikið.
en innst inni er hann jólabarn, við erum vissar um það. jamm og jájá. til hamingju með afmælið á morgun hrabbó. :)

nýr leikur kominn.
golf leikur.
ekki það ég hafi gaman að golfi eða slíku. en þetta er víst í ættinni svo maður verður að sína lit. svo ætla ég að biðja pabba vinsamlegast um að ekki vera að fara á fleiri dónalinka út frá síðunni minni.