If you missed my picture from my profile, here is yet another one.

This is me, NOAH.

Me, Bill, Tim, and Zach at the top of Mt. Esja. It is the most prominent mountain within the capital area of Reykjavik.

William "the Billdo" and Zach "the Sack". Two of the guys from my floor in Gamli Garšur.

Tim. The last of the three other guys on my floor.

Tim, again. However, notice that even for an aspiring college student, he is slightly aschew. Receding hairline, even though he is in his early 20“s, second-hand backpack, fucked-up flannel which he loves, little pot-belly that is rolling over, wearing one of the two pairs of pants that he owns, zipper is open, and finally..his ankles are showing (whatever the hell that is supposed to mean). Thanks for the detailed description, Tim. Ladies, yes, he“s all yours.

This is Kate. She is like the molly miss homemaker of the floor. She bakes bread, cookies, cinnamon rolls, all kinds of good stuff for us to eat. Plus, she has all kinds of knitting abilities, and makes a lot of clothing that come in handy for her here in Iceland.

Wow. I just had to take this picture of Kate. Here she is with Bill. I get such a kick out of her hairdo when she does it this way.

Liz. The artist who has some pictures in this album that clearly demonstrate what you are not supposed to do on a dorm room wall. Do you love Vermont now, as well?

Here is Liz again, painting the wall in her room. I“m glad to see that she has the balls to do something like this. Plus, it is just fun to walk into her room and see it. Way to go Liz!

The Kool-Aid Man is making progress.

Aforementioned Kool-Aid man. The damn thing is so big that I can“t even fit it all into one frame. I“d like to see a new clause in our housing contract just because of this. I still think it is funny as hell.

For those of you who don“t speak Icelandic, or who don“t have common sense, let me interpret......"Oh Yeeaaahhhh!"

This is Tim“s response to the Kool-Aid Man. I“m thinking it took almost the same amount of effort to get this up on his wall.

Rebecca from Memphis.

Here is Heather in her Old Woman clothes. At least that“s what she tells me.

Esmerelda from San Diego. I spent a few years in San Diego, so it is kind of fun to talk about some of the same places we each know about there.

Lucinda. From Australia. She is very quick to tell you this, as well. As if you can“t tell from her use of the word Wanker.

Here is one of the two Courtneys we have on the floor. This is Evil Courtney not yet prepared to have her picture taken.

Evil Courtney posing for the picture she would rather have.

Vanessa from Spain. Good times are had when we can get her to repeat stuff in English that just sound hilarious coming from her. She can“t for the life of her say Zach, so we just all call him Sack now....you know, like ball sack.

The other Courtney on the floor. This is Canadian Courtney. Snowboarding anyone?

Sexy, “eh?

The heels are a nice touch.

Zach with Nick at the door.

Nick doesn“t live on our floor, but we let him join in with us sometimes.

Usually only when he has cash, though.

Alana.

From Canada.

Should we invade?

Looking Suave.

Tim almost busting a nut trying to lift a stone at the Įrbęjarsafn museum here in Reykjavik.

Liz attempting to do the same thing.

Billdo gets the job done.

Heather trying to look inconspicuous at a party/reception we got told to go to. We were on break from one of our classes, and were prettymuch demanded to attend this reception for one of the business professors.

Rebecca and Bill. Drink up Bill, times get better.

Heather and Esmerelda. That“s a big glass of beer for someone so prim and proper.

The guy in the yellow is the only one not from our floor. That is our buddy Jean-Mi from France.

What to say to this?

Liz, don“t you like pictures?

I“d like to say that Lucinda doesn“t normally look like this, but I can“t. Australia Representin“!

One of our movie nights.

Bill and Tim sitting on the bus. Tim once again doing an advertisement.

Sack and me on the bus that would take us to Mt. Esja.

Me and Terry. He is the professor of my Icelandic Folk Tales, Folk Beliefs, and Culture class.

Zach has this thing with sticking his tongue out. I also don“t think he owns a single shirt that doesn“t have something to do with weightlifting.

The one and only picture that I have that shows the Wall of Shame. It was started by Evil Courtney and anyone that said something hilarious, or just outright stupid, it was put up on there. Believe me, I had my fair share.

Zach showing off his gut.

Quiet, reserved, and polite Esmerelda showing off her piercing.

Tim strumming the guitar before he knows I am going to take a picture.

Tim, breathing fire, after he after he realizes I have the camera.

This is the result of a night of partying. Actually, this was the night of our first party here at the dorm after being here for a little over a month.

Muscle shirt. Go figure.

The scooter was even brought out. I“m not sure whose it is, but it showed up at the party.

Down the hallway he goes.

Why Zach, why must you always show your tongue?

Reel it in Zach.

Oh God. Look what you have done. I hope this trend doesn“t keep up.

Yes mom, Yes dad....I“m gay.

Me and Aušur/Audi.

Rebecca trying to trick the water fowl.

Esmerelda and Rebecca with some of the local grafitti.

Easy....

You“re going to scare it...

Dammit!

Tim at the museum, doing an advertisemt.

Bill getting ready to kick some ass at the StronMan competition the first week of school.

HEAVE!

Come on Bill, pull on that thing like you have a set!

Almost there man!

This is what happens if you are the Kitchen Bitch for the week, and fail to take the trash out.
The KB for this week happened to be Liz, who had no idea that people actually take trash out manually. She learned real fast.

This is 5 a.m. in Reykjavik.
Normally on the weekend, this is what time the downtown places are really happening.
However, in this case, this is what time the party at Gamli officially ended.

Do I make you horny?

Me in front of the lake just across the street from the Gamli Garšur.

Hello again.

Liz trying to not look like a tourist.

She looks very sophisticated from head to toe....oh wait, head to ankle.

What“s up with the shoes?

Liz and Jean-Mi on the bus.

He just got a whiff of her feet.

That“s what he gets for taking her shoe off and throwing it.

Tim in his soon-to-be Halloween costume.

I“m not sure that anyone but us from the U.S. would get why it is funny, though.

Foreigners, be forewarned.

Thank God I didn“t capture his left nut popping out.

There Heather!

Now you have one more picture on here.

Zach trying to keep a smile, even though he is in a dire situation with his hair.

We have decided that I will attempt to cut it short and fade it down to being shaved.

End Result.

At least he“s still smiling about it.

Trying to start the day.

My friend Aušur.

Aušur proud of herself for not falling.

Don“t fall in Sack.

HA! Try not to get pushed in, either.

Apparently this is a summer sight, but we braved the weather anyway.

Aušur just before the snowball fight.

Me and the Zach.

Notice the waterfalls in the background.

Me at the DEAD shop.

Our German friend Frank, or "Francis" as he goes by when he has this smock on at work.

Me and Zach at Mama“s Tacos.

Ahh!

I usually try to put the hurt on this Coke machine when we eat here.

My buddy the silver statue.

Hmm. Not sure what this is all about, but it“s OK cuz Sack is from OK.

Out of laziness, or whatever, I have yet to take any of my notes down.

As you can see, some are heartfelt.

Others keep pace with the debt situation.

Some are just life-changing.

And some are absolute, pure quality.

What about this one?

This is of course from the Australian
on the floor trying to get in on the action.

She is also the one who says the U.S. speaks a bastard form of English.

However, is it just me or is something wrong
with even a simple statement such as this one?

Ahh yes. Thank You for fixing the problem, Tim.

I“d hate to have my bastard English tainted even more.

All better.

Sad to say that this was yanked down,
but not before I got the evidence.

Alright, this is the first picture of Zach in something
other than one of his damn muscle advertisement whatever shirts.

The rest were taken to show that not ALL of his
shirts have some sweaty, 3/4 naked dude on them.

Sun was actually shining!

My hat will give you an indication of the wind.

This is at the Saga Museum.

Unfortunately, you can“t take pictures inside other than
those with the armor and stuff that you are able to try on.

George (Whore Hey!!), the Sack, Me, and that damn German Uli.

Of course, this picture had to be taken.

Things look a little big on Zach.

Theatrics.

Inside the Pearl.

Just me with one of the piss-ant statues outside my dorm.