Handball is the sport of the Gods

Every Icelanders favorite in 2008

1. The mens national handball team

2. The Olympics

3. Dorrit (Ísland er ekki lítið land, Ísland er stórasta land í heimi!)

4. Ólafur Stefánsson (bíb. Mér líður eins og Morfeus. Þó þú deyir hérna á vellinum, þá deyrðu lifandi)

Eating twinkies vs. doing drugs

I was in the states for about two years, and during that time I gained a ton a weight, it was fun, lemme tell ya. All that food I had never tried before. I felt like Charlie and the chocolate factory, just going wild at Smiths.
This one day, after watching UHF where weird Al eats a twinkie-dog (a hot dog in a twinkie) I really wanted to try a twinkie, not that the twinkie-dog was particularly appealing, but the twinkie just looked so sugary and scrumptious. So while grocery shopping with my roommates I decided to look up the twinkies and get a box. They weren't hard to find, but then, as I stood there with the box of twinkies in my hand ready to place them in my shopping cart this lady comes up and says "don't buy them" and I am like "what?!?" and she goes "twinkies are worse than drugs! you get so addicted and then they kill you" and so I put the box back and never ever bought twinkies. To this day I do not know what twinkies taste like, and I don't really want to know... I wish someone had said that to me about all the candies and sugary foods I felt the need to try while I was there.

Also, there is nothing quite so attractive as a man who plays good music.

My boyfriend is gay.

I had a dream.
It wasn't like a Martin Luther King kind of dream or anything. Far from it in fact. It was a pretty normal dream, just normal everyday things happened, expect that I had a boyfriend, which isn't normal or everyday to me, but it happened in my dream and it was pretty much just us hanging with friends and family, that sort of thing. The strange thing about this dream was that my boyfriend really loved me, and I was a girl, but he was gay. Makes no sense at all, I know, but thats how it was. You know how sometimes your dreams make perfect sense when you are asleep but then when you wake up you go "what the stinking freak was that!" or at least thats what I always say...
Also, I must say, my hair is gorgeous! if I weren't me and didn't have my hair I would be jealous of me with my perfect hair. It is going a little gray though, but hey, no ones knows that! and as long as it stays a private secret everyone can keep being jealous of me and my hair, in their perfect ignorance of the truth about my aging and its effect on my appearance.

The End

p.s. Muse is awesome!
(and I knew that even before I read the Twilight series and Stephanie Meyers thank yous at the end of Breaking Dawn)