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		<title><![CDATA[langt síðan síðast..]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/451333/langt_sidan_sidast</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: small;">J&aelig;ja.. langt s&iacute;&eth;an s&iacute;&eth;ast ma&eth;ur..! &thorn;a&eth; er meira a&eth; segja svo langt s&iacute;&eth;an a&eth; &eacute;g mundi einfaldlega ekki passwordi&eth; fyrr en eftir nokkrar tilraunir.. &thorn;a&eth; er svona &thorn;egar ma&eth;ur gerir ekkert anna&eth; en a&eth; hanga &aacute; facebook og lesa b&aelig;kur..<br /><br />&Eacute;g hef fundi&eth; a&eth;ra &aacute;st &iacute; l&iacute;fi m&iacute;nu.. TWILIGHT.. &thorn;essar b&aelig;kur.. &eacute;g bara hreinlega get ekki l&iacute;st &thorn;v&iacute; hva&eth; &thorn;&aelig;r eru geeee&eth;veikar.. og myndirnar eru aaaalls ekki verri..<br /><br /><img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090519/new-moon-teaser_l.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />Eeeen allavega.. &eacute;g er bara svona b&uacute;in a&eth; hangsa &thorn;etta svona s&iacute;&eth;ustu m&aacute;nu&eth;ina.. er alveg a&eth; brenna &iacute; skinninu &iacute; a&eth; komast su&eth;ur &iacute; h&aacute;sk&oacute;lann eftir st&uacute;dentinn..&nbsp; &THORN;etta &aacute;r &aacute; eftir a&eth; vera best &iacute; heimi.. kl&aacute;ra &thorn;ennan blessa&eth;a sk&oacute;la, bara vinna heima &aacute; me&eth;an.. fara svo beint &iacute; skemmtilegu vinnuna &aacute; L&ouml;ngum&yacute;ri og svo su&eth;ur me&eth; honum Danna m&iacute;num &iacute; h&aacute;sk&oacute;la..! &thorn;etta ver&eth;ur bara &aelig;&eth;islegt..!<br /><br />J&aelig;ja.. &aelig;tli &thorn;etta s&eacute; ekki komi&eth; gott.. ma&eth;ur ver&eth;ur n&uacute; a&eth; fara elda einhvern mat h&eacute;rna &aacute; heimilinu..!<br /><br />- Litli K&uacute;ab&oacute;ndinn</span></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:43:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Dk og slíkt..]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/416243/Dk_og_slikt</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">J&aelig;ja madur er bara &iacute; DK ad hafa gaman og tad eru engir &iacute;slenskir stafir i t&oslash;lvunum h&eacute;rna... &Eacute;g veit bara ekkert hvad &eacute;g &aacute; af m&eacute;r ad gera.. En tad er allavega feiknastud hj&aacute; okkur st&uacute;lkukindunum.. Erum b&uacute;nar ad fara &iacute; T&iacute;vol&iacute; og &aacute; 3 s&oslash;fn.. Tad er bara snilld sko.. Verst hvad madur er med litinn pening..</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><img title="Undecided" src="http://admin.bloggar.is/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/img/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="Undecided" /><br /><br />En tetta er samt sem &aacute;dur gaman og gott, skemmtilegt fr&iacute; svona til tilbreytingar..<br /><br />En sj&aacute;umst s&iacute;dar gott f&oacute;lk... mig langar sm&aacute; heim &iacute; sveitina aftur..</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><img title="Embarassed" src="http://admin.bloggar.is/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/img/smiley-embarassed.gif" border="0" alt="Embarassed" />&nbsp;<br /><br />Venlig hilsen</span></span>!<img title="Wink" src="http://admin.bloggar.is/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/img/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Wink" />&nbsp;]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 13:01:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Lónlí blú bojs..]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/391636/Lonli_blu_bojs</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Haha.. m&eacute;r er alltaf hl&aacute;tur &iacute; hug &thorn;egar &eacute;g s&eacute; &thorn;etta skrifa&eth; svona.. L&oacute;nl&iacute; Bl&uacute; Bojs.. &thorn;a&eth; kitlar hl&aacute;turtaugarnar skal &eacute;g segja ykkur.. J&aelig;ja n&uacute; erum vi&eth; bara byrju&eth; &iacute; sk&oacute;lanum &ouml;ll s&ouml;mul.. Allir sem eitt.. nema J&oacute;i og Arna..<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-frown.gif" border="0" alt="F&amp;yacute;ldur" title="F&amp;yacute;ldur" width="18" height="18" /> ma&eth;ur saknar &thorn;essara kvikinda..&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cry.gif" border="0" alt="Gr&amp;aacute;ta" title="Gr&amp;aacute;ta" width="18" height="18" /> Eeeen.. mesti vandinn er n&uacute; samt s&aacute; a&eth; ma&eth;ur &thorn;ekkir bara engann &iacute; sk&oacute;lanum n&uacute;na.. Neiiibbb.. bara busar og ekkert anna&eth;.. og &oacute;tr&uacute;lega f&aacute;ir sem ma&eth;ur &thorn;ekkir..&nbsp; &eacute;g &thorn;ekki allavega bara nokkrar hr&aelig;&eth;ur sem voru me&eth; m&eacute;r &iacute; sk&oacute;la s&iacute;&eth;ustu 9 &aacute;rin og svo einhverjar tuskur fr&aacute; kr&oacute;knum sem &eacute;g slysast til a&eth; kannast vi&eth;.. Annars er ma&eth;ur bara me&eth; gamla li&eth;inu sem fer eftir &aacute;ram&oacute;t..&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-frown.gif" border="0" alt="F&amp;yacute;ldur" title="F&amp;yacute;ldur" width="18" height="18" /> &thorn;a&eth; gerir mig dapra.. &thorn;annig a&eth; &eacute;g &aacute;kva&eth; bara a&eth; vera bara &iacute; sk&oacute;lanum og gera ekkert anna&eth; me&eth;.. &thorn;a&eth; er a&eth; segja &eacute;g er n&uacute;na &iacute; 31 einingu.. J&Aacute; &thorn;a&eth; er alltof miki&eth;.. en &thorn;a&eth; sakar varla a&eth; reyna.. <br /><br /><br />N&yacute;justu fr&eacute;ttir eru svo &thorn;&aelig;r a&eth; vi&eth; skv&iacute;surnar 3 &aelig;tlum a&eth; fara til Danmerkur eftir pr&oacute;fin um j&oacute;lin..<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" title="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" /> &thorn;a&eth; ver&eth;ur n&uacute; meira stu&eth;i&eth;.. &eacute;g get n&uacute; bara hreinlega ekki be&eth;i&eth; eftir a&eth; t&iacute;minn l&iacute;&eth;i.. og svo styttist l&iacute;ka &oacute;&eth;um &iacute; b&iacute;lpr&oacute;fi&eth; lang&thorn;r&aacute;&eth;a.. &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kur munur sem &thorn;a&eth; ver&eth;ur.. Versta er &thorn;&oacute; a&eth; afm&aelig;li&eth; mitt er i&eth;ulega &iacute; pr&oacute;favikunni &thorn;annig &eacute;g veit ekki hvernig &thorn;etta mun fara fram.. <br /><br />Framundan eru n&uacute;na r&eacute;ttir og l&aelig;rd&oacute;mur.. &Eacute;g er einmitt a&eth; fara skella m&eacute;r heim &iacute; smalamennsku &aacute; eftir.. jafnvel &thorn;&oacute;tt &thorn;oli&eth; s&eacute; sama og ekkert og kvefpestin hafi gert vart vi&eth; sig.. J&uacute;.. &eacute;g er einmitt b&uacute;in a&eth; vera &thorn;egjandi h&aacute;s &iacute; viku n&uacute;na.. en r&ouml;ddin er farin a&eth; l&aacute;ta &iacute; s&eacute;r heyra n&uacute;na.. Margur ma&eth;urinn er b&uacute;in a&eth; hl&aelig;ja a&eth; &oacute;lhlj&oacute;&eth;unum &iacute; m&eacute;r.. en hva&eth; getur ma&eth;ur gert &thorn;egar ma&eth;ur &ouml;skrar a&eth;eins of miki&eth; me&eth; Poison og &thorn;ykist vera betri en Alice Cooper.. &thorn;a&eth; hefur auglj&oacute;slega ekki tekist samkv&aelig;mt h&aelig;sinu.. J&uacute;.. &eacute;g var &iacute; part&yacute;i um helgina hj&aacute; Hei&eth;u skv&iacute;s.. sem var a&eth; halda upp&aacute; 20 &aacute;ra afm&aelig;li&eth; sitt.. &thorn;a&eth; var stu&eth; &iacute; lagi.. &thorn;r&aacute;tt fyrir s&aacute;rindi &iacute; h&aacute;lsi sem vildu ekki lagast me&eth; swiss missinu &uacute;r KS Varmahl&iacute;&eth;.. &eacute;g skelli skuldinni bara &aacute; Swiss Miss framlei&eth;endurna, engan vegin KS Varmahl&iacute;&eth; sem stendur &aelig;t&iacute;&eth; fyrir s&iacute;nu.. <br /><br />J&aelig;ja.. &thorn;a&eth; styttist &oacute;&eth;um &iacute; st&aelig;r&eth;fr&aelig;&eth;it&iacute;ma.. &eacute;g nenni &thorn;v&iacute; bara hreinast sagt alls ekki.. mig langar bara heim a&eth; sinna sveitast&ouml;rfunum eins og venjulega.. &thorn;a&eth; er alltaf gaman og r&oacute;ar litlu taugarnar sem alltaf eru spenntar.. <br /><br />&THORN;etta var langt blogg og &eacute;g nenni ekki skrifa meira.. &thorn;etta hl&yacute;tur a&eth; duga &thorn;essum f&aacute;u hr&aelig;&eth;um sem lesa &thorn;etta ves&aelig;la blogg.. Vel &aacute; minnst &thorn;&aacute; f&eacute;kk &eacute;g sms fr&aacute; Streymi.is og &thorn;ar f&eacute;kk &eacute;g uppl&yacute;singar um a&eth; s&iacute;&eth;an m&iacute;n v&aelig;ri eitthva&eth; &iacute; kringum 1500 vins&aelig;lasta blogs&iacute;&eth;an &aacute; bloggar.is... &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kar vins&aelig;ldir.. hvorki meira n&eacute; minna en 2 heims&oacute;knir &aacute; &thorn;eim degi takk fyrir.. &thorn;etta sms var &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kt a&eth;hl&aacute;tursefni hj&aacute; m&eacute;r.. vakti mikila k&aacute;t&iacute;nu me&eth;al manna.. hehe.. <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-wink.gif" border="0" alt="Glottandi" title="Glottandi" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />J&aelig;ja, bless belss k&aelig;ra Dagb&oacute;k, svo &eacute;g vitni &iacute; Bert b&aelig;kurnar...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 13:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Jæja jæja..]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/385346/Jaeja_jaeja</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">J&aelig;jjjjja j&aacute;.. n&uacute; er &eacute;g komin aftur fyrir framan t&ouml;lvuna me&eth; lyklabor&eth;i&eth; a&eth; vopni.. spurning hva&eth; ver&eth;ur &uacute;r &thorn;essu &ouml;llu saman..<br />&Eacute;g er allavega bara b&uacute;in a&eth; vera skemmta m&eacute;r &iacute; vinnunni og dunda m&eacute;r heima &thorn;ess &aacute; milli.. sem minnir mig &aacute; a&eth; mig langar &iacute; K&Ouml;KU.. <br />&uacute;ff &uacute;ff &uacute;ff..&nbsp;&thorn;a&eth; hefur &yacute;mislegt &aacute; daga m&iacute;na drifi&eth;.. &eacute;g er b&uacute;in a&eth; vinna og vinna &iacute; j&uacute;l&iacute;.. k&aelig;rastinn horfinn &uacute;r myndinni fyrir &thorn;&aacute; sem vissu ekki af &thorn;v&iacute;.. alltaf er &thorn;etta &oacute;m&ouml;gulegt hj&aacute; m&eacute;r einhverra hluta vegna.. <br />Oooog &eacute;g s&oacute;lbrann svo a&eth; &eacute;g kl&aacute;ra&eth;i n&aelig;stum heilan after sun br&uacute;sa &aacute; axlirnar &aacute; m&eacute;r og stuttu seinna f&oacute;ru &thorn;&aelig;r a&eth; flagna takk fyrir.. &thorn;a&eth; var rather &oacute;ge&eth;slegt.... J&aacute;&aacute;&aacute;.. &thorn;a&eth; tekst svo sannarlega ekki &ouml;llum a&eth; brenna svo &thorn;eir flagni h&eacute;r &aacute; okkar kalda &Iacute;slandi, een au&eth;vita&eth; t&oacute;kst m&eacute;r &thorn;a&eth;..<br />Allavega.. ma&eth;ur er bara &iacute; stu&eth;i.. b&uacute;in a&eth; dunda s&eacute;r &uacute;ti &iacute; g&oacute;&eth;a ve&eth;rinu &aacute; me&eth;an ma&eth;ur er &iacute; fr&iacute;i fr&aacute; vinnunni.. skelltum lillunum &uacute;t og sollis..<br /><br />Og hei.. fr&eacute;ttir.. Annar hundur m&aelig;ttur &aacute; heimili&eth;.. e&eth;a r&eacute;ttara sagt t&iacute;k.. h&uacute;n heitir Skotta og &Oacute;skar P&aacute;ll &aacute;tti hana &aacute;&eth;ur.. svo var&eth; hann a&eth; losa sig vi&eth; hana og slysa&eth;ist til a&eth; spurja mig hvort &eacute;g vildi hana og &eacute;g au&eth;vita&eth; benti strax &aacute; D&iacute;su skv&iacute;s.. sem au&eth;vita&eth; gat ekki neita&eth; svona kr&uacute;tt&iacute; hundi, sem liggur n&uacute; m&eacute;r vi&eth; hli&eth;..<br /><br />j&aelig;ja.. n&uacute; er &eacute;g held &eacute;g b&uacute;in me&eth; kv&oacute;tann &iacute; bili.. ma&eth;ur kann bara ekki a&eth; blogga lengur, &thorn;a&eth; er alveg fullkomlega lj&oacute;st.. veri&eth; s&aelig;l, og muni&eth; a&eth; hlusta &aacute; Where the wild roses grow me&eth; Nick Cave OG Good morning Judge me&eth; 10cc.. &thorn;etta er bara hreinlega &oacute;metanleg t&oacute;nlist.. <br /><br />All beauty must die<br />Sigr&uacute;n | Litli K&uacute;ab&oacute;ndinn</font>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 21:32:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[nenni ei]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/369119/nenni_ei</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">&THORN;a&eth; er stu&eth; &iacute; &thorn;essu.. Mamma og pabbi skelltu s&eacute;r n&uacute; su&eth;ur um helgina.. og &eacute;g f&eacute;kk au&eth;vita&eth; Dan&iacute;el til a&eth; bruna &uacute;r Hr&uacute;tafir&eth;inum og vera hj&aacute; okkur.. Alls ekki amalegt &thorn;a&eth;.. <br /><br />J&aelig;ja.. annars er komi&eth; soldi&eth; langt s&iacute;&eth;an &eacute;g skrifa&eth;i h&eacute;rna s&iacute;&eth;ast.. enda hefur l&iacute;ti&eth; gengi&eth;&nbsp;&aacute; hj&aacute; m&eacute;r.. bara sitthva&eth; &iacute; sveitinni, pr&oacute;f &iacute; sk&oacute;lanum og eitt stykki k&aelig;rasti kominn &iacute; spili&eth;.. <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" title="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />Reyndar er &eacute;g b&uacute;in a&eth; vera &iacute; svo g&oacute;&eth;u skapi upp&aacute; s&iacute;&eth;kasti&eth;.. enda ekki anna&eth; h&aelig;gt &thorn;egar manni l&iacute;&eth;ur vel, hefur n&oacute;g a&eth; gera og &aacute; g&oacute;&eth;an mann..<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="Koss" title="Koss" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp; J&uacute; &thorn;etta er fullkomi&eth;, e&eth;a &eacute;g vil halda &thorn;v&iacute; fram.. annars hlakka &eacute;g til &thorn;egar ma&eth;ur f&aelig;r helgarfr&iacute; &iacute; vinnunni og getur &aacute;tt g&oacute;&eth;a helgi me&eth; g&oacute;&eth;um vinum.. &thorn;a&eth; ver&eth;ur n&uacute; heldur betur feikna stu&eth;.. <br /><br />J&aelig;ja.. vi&eth; getum &ouml;ll veri&eth; samm&aacute;la um hva&eth; &thorn;etta var glata&eth; blogg, en m&eacute;r er heldur betur sama &thorn;v&iacute; &eacute;g er &iacute; svo g&oacute;&eth;u skapi..&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" /><br />&nbsp;<br />Sigr&uacute;n | Litli K&uacute;ab&oacute;ndinn -- sem er&nbsp;komin &aacute; fast&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" title="Hl&amp;aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" /></font>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:59:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[SöngVAkeppni]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/351135/SongVAkeppni</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">&THORN;a&eth; er part&yacute;stu&eth; &aacute; &thorn;essu.. Vi&eth; skv&iacute;sur skelltum okkur &aacute; Akureyrina, og &Oacute;skar f&eacute;kk a&eth; flj&oacute;ta me&eth;.. fyrsta vi&eth;koman var a&eth; skella minnstu skv&iacute;sunni til pabba s&iacute;ns &iacute; p&ouml;ssun yfir helgina.. Svo f&oacute;ru hinar st&aelig;rri skv&iacute;surnar til tattoo kallsins sem heitir J&oacute;nas.. og fengu s&eacute;r tattoo til a&eth; vera en&thorn;&aacute; meira t&ouml;ff.. &oacute;j&aacute;.. &iacute; millit&iacute;&eth;inni f&oacute;rum vi&eth; &Oacute;skar til Erlu Perlu bestu fr&aelig;nku ever.. og hl&oacute;&eth;um d&oacute;tinu &aacute; hana.. fengum lj&uacute;ffengann kj&uacute;kling hj&aacute; g&ouml;mlu g&oacute;&eth;u og lei&eth;in l&aacute; s&iacute;&eth;an a&eth; n&aacute; &iacute; skv&iacute;surnar.. sem voru n&uacute; komnar me&eth; tattoo og l&aelig;ti.. <br /><br />Svo var bara chilla&eth; heima hj&aacute; Erlu og vi&eth; bara f&oacute;rum snemma &iacute; h&aacute;ttinn eftir a&eth; hafa leigt okkur mynd og gl&aacute;pt &aacute; imbann.. &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;k stemning &aacute; okkur.. V&ouml;knu&eth;um hressar fyrir 8 n&aelig;sta morgun.. af engri s&eacute;rstakri &aacute;st&aelig;&eth;u.. en n&aacute;&eth;um &thorn;&oacute; &ouml;rlitlum svefn &iacute; vi&eth;b&oacute;t.. s&iacute;&eth;an skelltum vi&eth; okkur &aacute; Gler&aacute;rtorgi&eth; og keyptum sitt l&iacute;ti&eth; af hverju.. </font><font size="1">gr&aelig;na brosandi kermit peysu.. </font><font size="3">Allavega s&iacute;&eth;an keypti Hei&eth;a Br&oacute;&eth;ir minn Lj&oacute;nshjarta.. og vi&eth; gl&aacute;ptum &aacute; hana.. og h&ouml;f&eth;um ekkert a&eth; gera fyrr en fremingin hj&aacute; J&oacute;ni P&eacute;tri byrja&eth;i.. sem betur fer m&aacute;ttum vi&eth; koma.. annars hef&eth;um vi&eth; veri&eth; a&eth; sl&aelig;past allann daginn.. allavega.. fullt af g&oacute;&eth;um mat og g&oacute;&eth;u f&oacute;lki &thorn;ar &aacute; fer&eth;.. s&iacute;&eth;an kom a&eth; s&ouml;ngvakeppninni.. og vi&eth; s&aacute;tum &thorn;ar og hv&ouml;ttum okkar f&oacute;lk til d&aacute;&eth;a.. Keppnin f&oacute;r vel fram.. fyrir utan g&iacute;furlega hitann sem var &thorn;arna.. og &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;k &aacute;n&aelig;gja sem &thorn;a&eth; var a&eth; horfa &aacute; B&aelig;ndask&oacute;lann minn.. &thorn;etta er alveg greinilega framt&iacute;&eth;in sko.. &thorn;eir voru svalari en l&iacute;fi&eth;.. <br />Balli&eth; var svo &aacute; eftir.. og vi&eth; Hei&eth;a skemmtum okkur alveg &aacute;g&aelig;tlega me&eth;an hitt drasli&eth; f&oacute;r heim.. Vi&eth; vorum &iacute; gr&uacute;ppu me&eth; Gar&eth;ari og fleirum og d&ouml;nsu&eth;um eins og mein&iacute;ak me&eth;an h&aelig;gt var.. svo f&oacute;r g&oacute;&eth;a hlj&oacute;msveitin og &thorn;a&eth; kom eitthva&eth; vo&eth;a tekn&oacute; &iacute; sta&eth;inn og &thorn;a&eth; s&ouml;kka&eth;i.. &thorn;annig vi&eth; drifum okkur heim a&eth; sofa.. og &eacute;g keyr&eth;i &uacute;taf og &uacute;t&iacute; skur&eth; &iacute; draumnum m&iacute;num.. af&thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;a&eth; var allt &aacute; kafi &iacute; nautahakki &aacute; veginum.. <br /><br />Svo f&oacute;rum vi&eth; bara heim &iacute; dag.. og &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;k unun a&eth; vera komin aftur heim til s&iacute;n.. og f&aacute; a&eth; sofa &iacute; s&iacute;nu r&uacute;mi og svona.. &eacute;g held &eacute;g fari aldrei a&eth; heiman.. hehe.. j&uacute;.. &thorn;egar &eacute;g fer &aacute; Hvanneyri.. <br /><br />J&aelig;ja.. &thorn;etta er n&uacute; komi&eth; gott.. held &eacute;g fari a&eth; gera eitthva&eth; gagn e&eth;a bor&eth;a meira og meira.. hittumst heil gott f&oacute;lk..<br /><br />- Sigr&uacute;n &aacute; Reynista&eth;</font></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 19:04:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Vonbrigðisblogg]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/349256/Vonbrigdisblogg</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><em><font size="3">Og j&aacute;.. &thorn;etta blogg er bara til a&eth; l&yacute;sa vonbrig&eth;um dagsins.. <br /><br />En ekki allt er vonlaust.. Dagurinn f&oacute;r l&iacute;ka &aacute;g&aelig;tlega fram.. &Eacute;g f&oacute;r vo&eth;a hress og k&aacute;t &iacute; sk&oacute;lann &iacute; morgunn, og m&aelig;tti korter of seint.. En hva&eth; er korter milli vina ha?? J&uacute;j&uacute;.. svo f&oacute;r &thorn;a&eth; svo a&eth; &eacute;g f&oacute;r &iacute; geee&eth;veikann d&ouml;nskut&iacute;ma, af&thorn;v&iacute; hann var svo stuttur &thorn;&aacute; var hann svona fr&aacute;b&aelig;r.. svo f&oacute;r &eacute;g bara a&eth; vera einmana &aacute; vistinni og b&iacute;&eth;a eftir matnum.. og jes&uacute;s.. maturinn var bara a&eth; bi&eth;ja mig um a&eth; kommenta um hann.. &thorn;v&iacute; &thorn;etta hakk var meira svona 60% hakk og 40% vatnssull.. geri a&eth;rir betur segi &eacute;g n&uacute; bara.. allavega, maturinn var alveg &aacute;g&aelig;tur, svo var bara skellt s&eacute;r &iacute; &iacute;slenskut&iacute;ma og &thorn;a&eth; var sveitt part&yacute;.. me&eth; Snorra og f&eacute;l&ouml;gum.. Svo var skellt s&eacute;r inn&aacute; Nem&oacute; a&eth; kaupa mi&eth;a &aacute; s&aelig;tu s&ouml;ngkeppnina.. &oacute;j&aacute;.. &thorn;etta heitir v&iacute;st s&ouml;ngkeppni en ekki s&ouml;ngvakeppni.. &eacute;g fatta ekki muninn.. allavega.. &thorn;&aacute; lei&eth; a&eth; efnafr&aelig;&eth;inni... og &eacute;g var alvarlega fre&eth;in.. gat ekkert &iacute; &thorn;essum blessa&eth;a m&oacute;lreikningi.. svo f&oacute;r &eacute;g bara a&eth; annast hana litlu l&uacute;s&iacute; m&iacute;na.. &thorn;a&eth; var stu&eth; &aacute; okkur gellunum.. f&oacute;rum bara &uacute;t &iacute; kuldann a&eth; labba.. f&oacute;rum a&eth; sko&eth;a tr&eacute;in og svona.. og svo au&eth;vita&eth; &aacute; &Aacute;b&aelig; a&eth; kaupa &iacute;s.. svo tilkynnti skv&iacute;san m&eacute;r &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; &thorn;a&eth; v&aelig;ri m&aacute;l a&eth; fara heim.. &thorn;v&iacute; vi&eth; &thorn;yrftum alveg nau&eth;synlega a&eth; skipta um bleiju.. ekki &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; h&uacute;n hafi veri&eth; s&aacute;tt me&eth; &thorn;a&eth;.. &oacute;nei alls ekki..<br /><br />En vonbrig&eth;i dagsins;<br /><font color="#ff0000">&Eacute;g missti af Arsenal leiknum sem &eacute;g &aelig;tla&eth;i svo miki&eth; a&eth; hrofa &aacute;..<br />Arsenal tapa&eth;i leiknum.. og &thorn;essar f&aacute;u m&iacute;n&uacute;tur sem &eacute;g s&aacute;.. voru hreint &uacute;t sagt sorglegar, &eacute;g hef ekki s&eacute;&eth; anna&eth; eins.. Arsenal &aacute;ttu bara a&eth; vinna &thorn;etta.. <br />Svo var kakan b&uacute;in sem &eacute;g var b&uacute;in a&eth; plana a&eth; bor&eth;a s&iacute;&eth;an &iacute; g&aelig;r.. &thorn;&aacute; var&eth; &eacute;g en&thorn;&aacute; sorgm&aelig;ddari..<br />Og n&uacute; langar mig &iacute; kj&uacute;klingasalat me&eth; sinneps&oacute;su..<br /><br /></font><font color="#000000">N&oacute;g komi&eth; af vonbrig&eth;um.. verum gl&ouml;&eth; og k&aacute;t.. &thorn;v&iacute; br&aacute;&eth;um er s&ouml;ngVAkeppni..!!</font></font></em></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 22:07:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Árshátíðin! =)]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/334172/Arshatidin_</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="2">j&aelig;&aelig;&aelig;ja.. n&uacute; er allt saman yfirsta&eth;i&eth; sem ma&eth;ur var a&eth; hlakka svo &oacute;gurlega miki&eth; til..<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="Hl&aelig;jandi" title="Hl&aelig;jandi" width="18" height="18" />&nbsp;&nbsp; J&uacute; miki&eth; r&eacute;tt.. &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth;in er b&uacute;in..&nbsp;sem er alveg &aacute;g&aelig;tt a&eth; vissu leyti,, ma&eth;ur veit a&eth; t&iacute;minn l&iacute;&eth;ur allavega...<br /><br />Allavega.. sm&aacute; d&iacute;teil um helgina..;<br /><br /><br />Ma&eth;ur skellti s&eacute;r &iacute; &quot;skartgripasm&iacute;&eth;&quot; &aacute; opnu d&ouml;gunum.. &thorn;a&eth; var ekki fl&oacute;knara en &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; &thorn;&aelig;fa k&uacute;lur, setja &thorn;&aelig;r upp&aacute; v&iacute;r me&eth; &ouml;&eth;rum k&uacute;lum og b&uacute;i&eth; m&aacute;l.. ekki mj&ouml;g erfitt ver&eth; &eacute;g a&eth; segja.. een svo skelltum vi&eth; okkur heim &iacute; mat.. sem var g&oacute;&eth;ur,, minnir mig..&nbsp;s&iacute;&eth;an f&oacute;rum vi&eth; &iacute; &quot;spilah&oacute;p&quot; sem var allt anna&eth; en spennandi.. &thorn;v&iacute; vi&eth; spilu&eth;um bara trivial pisuit e&eth;a eitthva&eth; s&iacute;&eth;an 1995.. og enginn vissi neitt.. &thorn;annig &thorn;a&eth; var bara lei&eth;inlegt.. s&iacute;&eth;an f&oacute;r bara allur dagurinn &iacute; a&eth; undirb&uacute;a sig fyrir &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth;ina..<br /><br />Vi&eth; &THORN;&oacute;rd&iacute;s vorum m&aelig;ttar hj&aacute; Hei&eth;u &quot;a&eth;alplanleggjara&quot; og &quot;h&ouml;fu&eth;paurs&quot; a&eth;algelluli&eth;sins okkar.. og &thorn;ar var h&uacute;n bara b&uacute;in a&eth; kaupa &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kt magn af nammi.. svona svo vi&eth; lif&eth;um af planleggi&eth; og m&aacute;linguna og h&aacute;rgrei&eth;slurnar..<br />Semsagt.. &thorn;a&eth; var &eacute;ti&eth; nammi, hlusta&eth; &aacute; j&uacute;r&oacute;visj&oacute;n, m&aacute;la&eth; sig, krulla&eth; og sl&eacute;tt h&aacute;r og svona nokku&eth;..<br /><br />og nokku&eth; merkilegt ger&eth;ist.. &eacute;g var einum sokkabuxum f&aacute;t&aelig;kari.. &thorn;ar sem &thorn;&aelig;r bara hreinlega gufu&eth;u upp heima hj&aacute; Hei&eth;u og finnast ekki en&thorn;&aacute;.. sem betur fer var &THORN;&oacute;rd&iacute;s me&eth; akk&uacute;rat r&eacute;ttu vara sokkabuxurnar.. &thorn;annig allt bjarga&eth;ist..<br /><br />Ooog &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth;in sj&aacute;lf var alveg hreint brill&iacute;ant.. S&Eacute;RSTAKLEGA myndband&eth; sem Danni og Aron ger&eth;u.. jes&uacute;s.. &thorn;a&eth; bara made my day sko.. &THORN;etta er r&eacute;tti h&uacute;morinn!!<br /><br />N&uacute; svo skelltum vi&eth; okkur heim til S&oacute;leyjar.. og allir skiptu um f&ouml;t nema &eacute;g.. &thorn;v&iacute; &eacute;g var ekki alveg jafn formlega kl&aelig;dd og allar hinar.. &thorn;annig S&oacute;ley hellti sig fulla af r&oacute;sav&iacute;ni til a&eth; lifa af 16 &aacute;ra ball.. allavega.. svo k&iacute;ktum vi&eth; til Stef&aacute;ns.. sem var soldi&eth; einmana me&eth; hundinum sem &eacute;g man ekki alveg hva&eth; heitir.. og vi&eth; komum okkur svo &aacute; balli&eth;.. &thorn;ar sem ma&eth;ur hitti f&oacute;lki&eth; sitt og dansa&eth;i vi&eth; margann manninn.. &thorn;etta var bara alsherjar stu&eth;!!<br /><br />S&iacute;&eth;an var ma&eth;ur bara kominn heim um 4 leyti&eth; og t&oacute;k a&eth; h&aacute;tta sig og koma s&eacute;r &iacute; r&uacute;mi&eth;..<br /><br />Laugardagurinn f&oacute;r bara &iacute; a&eth; slappa af.. og j&uacute; a&eth; sj&aacute;lfs&ouml;g&eth;u a&eth; hj&aacute;lpa gamla manninum &iacute; fj&oacute;sinu.. <br />Sem minnir mig &aacute; &thorn;a&eth; a&eth; einn l&iacute;till lilli d&oacute; &iacute; fj&oacute;sinu.. &thorn;a&eth; ger&eth;i mig sorgm&aelig;dda...<br /><br />Svo er Sunnudagurinn bara b&uacute;in a&eth; sn&uacute;ast um ekki neitt.. ma&eth;ur vakna&eth;i bara seint og sl&aelig;pa&eth;ist eitthva&eth; og svo bara moka korni upp &uacute;r fiskeldiskari og svona.. pretty ordinary sko.. svo bara mj&oacute;lka og k&iacute;kja &aacute; kusurnar s&iacute;nar.. ekki miki&eth; fl&oacute;knara en &thorn;a&eth;..<br /><br />Og n&uacute; situr ma&eth;ur og b&iacute;&eth;ur vinsamlegast eftir p&aacute;skafr&iacute;inu.. sem ve&eth;rur a&eth;al partyt&iacute;minn.. &oacute;&oacute;&oacute;j&aacute;&aacute;.. <br /><br /><img src="http://bergvik.is/thumb.php?file=products/einusinnivar4.jpg&amp;h=500&amp;w=500" alt="" width="242" height="350" /><br /><font size="1">Hehe.. &thorn;etta er eina myndin sem &eacute;g gr&eacute;t yfir sem krakki.. Var v&iacute;st alveg me&eth; skeifu &aacute; munninum.. &thorn;v&iacute; aumingja andarunginn var svo einn...<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cry.gif" border="0" alt="Gr&aacute;ta" title="Gr&aacute;ta" width="18" height="18" /></font><br /><br />En &thorn;etta er komi&eth; gott hj&aacute; m&eacute;r h&eacute;rna.. &eacute;g efast st&oacute;rlega um a&eth; f&oacute;lk hafi &thorn;olinm&aelig;&eth;i &iacute; miki&eth; meira..<br />Venlig Hilsen!<br /><br />Sigr&uacute;n | Litli K&uacute;ab&oacute;ndinn</font></p>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 20:05:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[ræræræ..]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/330959/raeraerae</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="3">Jes&uacute;s alm&aacute;ttugur.. &thorn;a&eth; sem &thorn;essi pr&oacute;favika er b&uacute;in a&eth; taka &aacute;.. <br /><br />skv&iacute;san skellti s&eacute;r &iacute; hvorki meira n&eacute; minna en 3 pr&oacute;f sama daginn.. enda var ma&eth;ur b&uacute;in &aacute; l&iacute;kama og s&aacute;l eftir daginn.. &thorn;annig.. ma&eth;ur f&oacute;r v&iacute;st &iacute; 5 pr&oacute;f &aacute; 2 d&ouml;gum.. &thorn;a&eth; er reyndar lj&uacute;ft a&eth; eiga bara 2 pr&oacute;f eftir eftir helgina.. (haha.. eftir eftir.. &thorn;etta hlj&oacute;mar undarlega..)&nbsp; Allavega.. n&uacute; er ma&eth;ur bara a&eth; reyna a&eth; l&aelig;ra fyrir st&aelig;r&eth;fr&aelig;&eth;i pr&oacute;f.. &eacute;g held &eacute;g hafi aldrei skili&eth; jafn l&iacute;ti&eth; &iacute; st&aelig;r&eth;fr&aelig;&eth;i.. held bara hreinlega a&eth; &eacute;g f&aacute;i l&aacute;gt &iacute; &thorn;essum &aacute;fanga.. <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-yell.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Ouml;skrandi" title="&amp;Ouml;skrandi" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />Eeen a&eth;allinn &aacute; &thorn;essari helgi.. vi&eth; skv&iacute;surnar skelltum okkur &iacute; kj&oacute;lainnkaup &aacute; akureyrinni &aacute; laugardeginum.. &thorn;a&eth; var heldur betur ge&eth;veikt.. D&iacute;san keypti s&eacute;r &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kan samkv&aelig;miskj&oacute;l.. og Hei&eth;an var au&eth;vita&eth; b&uacute;in a&eth; redda &thorn;essu &aacute; undan okkur hinum.. &eacute;g keypti m&eacute;r l&iacute;ka kj&oacute;l.. og &uacute;lpu (kominn t&iacute;mi til!).. &thorn;annig vi&eth; ver&eth;um soldi&eth; miki&eth; heitar &aacute; &thorn;essari &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth;..&nbsp;nema.. ma&eth;ur hefur ekki enn n&aacute;&eth; a&eth; redda s&eacute;r herra.. <font color="#ff6600">hva&eth; gera b&aelig;ndur &thorn;&aacute;..??</font>&nbsp;<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" title="&amp;Oacute;&amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;inn" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />J&uacute;&uacute;.. &thorn;eir leggja h&ouml;fu&eth;i&eth; &iacute; bleyti og hugsa sig vandlega um.. og viti menn.. ekkert gengur.. &thorn;annig vinsamlegast l&aacute;ti&eth;&nbsp;vita&nbsp;ef einhverjum vantar d&ouml;mu &aacute; &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth;ina.. &thorn;v&iacute; <font color="#008000">herralaus</font> fer ma&eth;ur n&uacute; ekki..!<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-surprised.gif" border="0" alt="Hissa" title="Hissa" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />Allavega.. &thorn;ar sem &eacute;g nenni ekki a&eth; l&aelig;ra.. &thorn;&aacute; bara blogga &eacute;g&nbsp;&iacute; sta&eth;in.. og hlusta &aacute; eitthva&eth; st&oacute;rfur&eth;ulegt lag.. sem er annars mj&ouml;g flott..<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-cool.gif" border="0" alt="Svalur" title="Svalur" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />og &eacute;g skora &aacute; f&oacute;lk a&eth; reyna a&eth;&nbsp;&iacute;slenska &thorn;ennan&nbsp;texta!!</font><br /></p><div align="left"><font size="2"><em><font color="#ffcc00">Just as he hit<br />The ground<br />They lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the gills<br />Fragments of sobriquets<br />Riddle me this:<br />Three half eaten corneas<br />Who hid the aureole<br />Stalk the ground<br />Stalk the ground<br /><br />You should have seen<br />The curse that flew right by you<br />Page of concrete<br />Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway <br />Auto de fe<br />A capillary hint of red<br />Only this manupod &lt;-- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- <br />Crescent in shape has escaped<br /><br />The house half the way<br />Fell empty with teeth that<br />Split both his lips<br />Mark these words<br />One day this chalk outline will circle this city<br />Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face?<br />A room coloured charlatan hid in a safe &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;---<br />Stalk the ground <br />Stalk the ground<br /><br />You should have seen<br />The curse that flew right by you<br />Page of concrete<br />Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway<br />Auto de fe<br />A capillary hint of red<br />Only this manupod &lt;---- &lt;---- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- &lt;--- <br />Crescent in shape has escaped<br /><br />Pull the pins<br />Save your grace<br />Mark these words<br />On his grave<br />Pull the pins<br />Save your grace<br />Mark these words<br />On his grave<br />Pull the pins<br />Save your grace <br />Mark these words <br />On his grave<br /><br />You should have seen<br />The curse that flew right by you<br />Page of concrete<br />Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway<br />Auto de fe<br />A capillary hint of red<br />Everyone knows the last toes are <br />Always the coldest to go</font>&nbsp;<br /><br />Sigr&uacute;n | Litli K&uacute;ab&oacute;ndinn</em></font></div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 15:57:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Æ POD!]]></title>
		<link>http://sigrunlitla.bloggar.is/blogg/328895/Ae_POD</link>
		<description><![CDATA[<font size="3">&Eacute;g er n&uacute; st&ouml;dd h&eacute;rna hj&aacute; Hei&eth;u a&eth; passa litlu skv&iacute;su fr&aelig;nku m&iacute;na.. J&aacute;&aacute;&aacute; &thorn;a&eth; er satt.. &eacute;g er a&eth; passa barn, &eacute;g h&eacute;lt a&eth; s&aacute; dagur k&aelig;mi ekki.. en hva&eth; gerir ma&eth;ur ekki fyrir vini s&iacute;na..? <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-innocent.gif" border="0" alt="Saklaus" title="Saklaus" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br /><font size="4" color="#ffcc00">OG ARNA M&Aacute;GKONA M&Iacute;N ER 20 &Aacute;RA &Iacute; DAG!!<br />TIL HAMINGJU S&AElig;TAN!<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="Koss" title="Koss" width="18" height="18" /></font><br /><br />J&uacute;j&uacute;.. &eacute;g og Louisa erum bara &iacute; g&oacute;&eth;um f&iacute;ling a&eth; horfa &aacute; l&ouml;gin &uacute;r Stundinni okkar.. &thorn;a&eth; er rosalegt stu&eth;..<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-tongue-out.gif" border="0" alt="Ullandi" title="Ullandi" width="18" height="18" /><br /><br />Heyr&eth;u &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth;in n&aacute;lgast.. kannski ma&eth;ur fari a&eth; leita s&eacute;r a&eth; herra.. ekki m&aelig;tir ma&eth;ur &aacute; f&iacute;na &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth; &aacute;n herra..?<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-surprised.gif" border="0" alt="Hissa" title="Hissa" width="18" height="18" /> ooooneei.. &thorn;annig ef einhverjum vantar d&ouml;mu &aacute; &aacute;rsh&aacute;t&iacute;&eth;ina &thorn;&aacute; er &eacute;g til.. &iacute; flestum tilvikum.. <br /><br />Allavega.. n&uacute;na eru mi&eth;annarpr&oacute;fin a&eth; byrja.. &thorn;v&iacute;l&iacute;kur b&ouml;mmer.. <img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-yell.gif" border="0" alt="&Ouml;skrandi" title="&Ouml;skrandi" width="18" height="18" />&eacute;g lendi &iacute; 3 pr&oacute;fum sama daginn.. er hreinasta skelfing.. m&eacute;r l&iacute;st ekkert &aacute; &thorn;etta allt saman.. &oacute;neeei.. <br /><br />&THORN;etta &aelig;tti n&uacute; a&eth; vera komi&eth; gott.. &thorn;a&eth; er l&iacute;klega best a&eth; hafa augun &aacute; barninu..<img src="/js/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-undecided.gif" border="0" alt="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" title="&Oacute;&aacute;kve&eth;inn" width="18" height="18" /> &thorn;&oacute; h&uacute;n s&eacute; alveg h&uacute;kked &aacute; skj&aacute;num..<br /><br />Sigr&uacute;n | Litli K&uacute;ab&oacute;ndinn</font>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 18:05:23 +0000</pubDate>
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