mánudagur, september 30
HAhahaha. Jeg sit hjerna a bokasafninu og a ad vera ad laera fyrir fronskuprofid mitt sem byrjar eftir einn og halfan tima. En jeg held thvi statt og stodugt fram ad tolvuskjair feli i sjer adur othekkt addrattarafl sem dregur ad sjer efnid i svortu pilsunum minum (wow. thetta er ein thokkalega tortured metaphor!). Svo hjerna sit jeg ad taka endalaus personuleikaprof. Jeg er ekki enntha ordin thad mikill njordur ad lima myndirnar hjerna a thennan vefleidara, en bara svo thid vitid, ad tha er jeg annadhvort:
Dawn (You are struggling to find your place in the world. You feel your identity is not your own and may feel out of the loop at times, but you are infinitely more important than you know. You're nobody's consolation prize.),
Giles (Intelligent and tolerant, you always know what to do when crisis strikes. Patience and your dry, English sense of humour gets you through even when you want to say "sod it" and throw in the towel. You are a rock. A smart one.) eda
Warren njordur (You are a bitter, angry little dork. Violent and volatile, you evolved into the human manifestation of evil. You are disloyal and singularly focused on yourself. You see women as objects and feel that the world owes you something.) i Buffyheiminum. Aetli thessar thrjar lysingar, vid fyrstu syn osaettanlegar, lysi ekki einhverju horni af personuleika minum (thvi ad vid vitum oll ad tolvupersonuleikaprof eru infallible). Sidasta lysingin a t.d. sjerstaklega vid sidustu helgi.
Hef jeg vakid upp forvitni?... Anyways, thessi sidasta helgi med Asu var alveg villt tryllt. En thid megid ekkert vita af henni thangad til a eftir. Jeg aetla nuna ad pina mig til ad laera. GISP.
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