Thursday, April 28, 2005

Às armas! Às armas! Sobre a terra e sobre o mar! Às armas! Às armas! Pela Pátria lutar! Contra os canhões marchar, marchar!
The Portugese national anthem (chorus) Talk about random, ne?


thank you to Fox Ressurected on her long and entertaining comment yesterday regarding the dinner i was cooking last night. this is what she wrote...

"uh... um... beef latice? *scratches head* i have no idea what that is... i'm a vegetarian, so i doubt that i'd eat it... (the kinda suggests a cow-ness to it ^^) nevertheless, i think i could explode it if i really tried.

random person: why would you explode his beef latice? did it ever occur to you that he might actually want to eat it?

me: hey! who asked you?!?!

random person: no one, really, i just felt like sticking my two cents in

me: *muttering* i could tell you where you could stick your two cents... *starts saying a few choice words*

random person: you are a real loser. you're having an argument with a random person in your mind and you're LOSING.

me: SHUT UP!!! IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US!!!!!

random person: no, you're just a loser

...

wow... i can't believe i had a whole conversation with a random person inside my mind... am i really that lame?

random person: yes

me: *whips out frying pan* BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!! *starts whacking the bejesus outta the random person*

...see? i'm at it again!! perhaps i should seek help? look what beef latice does to me!!! gyahhh!!! *rips out hair*

random person: just cause you're a lame crazy person, it doesn't mean you have to be a BALD lame crazy person...

me: are you IMMORTAL? i could've SWORN i knocked the bejeseus outta you!! in theory, you should have no bejesus left, rendering you useless and unable to lower my self-esteem!!! gyahhhh!!!!!! *runs around in circles crying*

random person: lame, crazy, bald, and CRYING...

me: SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT U- *passes out from frustration*

random person: *skillfully kicks my unconscious body aside* that takes care of the whackjob, ne? as for me, well, i have a fetish for beef latice... ESPECIALLY over crunchies and peas...

me: *in the background, slowly gaining back consciousness* what are crunchies? could i explode them?

random person: did it eve occur to you that he might actually want to eat them?!?!

me: talk about deja vu!

...

what a completely long and utterly pointless comment!! it had very little to do with your post, actually ^^ but it kept me entertained. i still hate that random person, though... -_-# but if it enlightened you for even a second, i've done my job!

random person: don't you think he has a life? perhaps he wishes to do something with it better than read your pointless comment?

me: where DO you come from?!?! *sigh* well, it's been great... *glomps you* cya around ^_^ "

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yeah... ^^; you crazy. I like you. ^^

one thing though. It turned out to be Sausage Plait, not beef lattice. Its kinda the same thing though, just with a different meat, and the pastry is set out different.

i ahvnt been to a lesson ALL week. except for my music lessons. Which is where i am now. i'll probably turn up to classs tomorrow though.

Tonight im off to my mates farewell party! w00t. PH34R MY N33D PH0R B33R!!! he's probably gonn get egged and flour bombed etc too, so its gonna be messy! of course, we'll have to catch him first. it will take cunning, stratedgy and large amount of rope...

thats all from me today. no piccy today, so ill leave you with...

DARKE'S RANDOM WEIRD-ASS DREAMS:

I had this dream last night, which resulted in me oversleeping and being late for school:

I was riding to school on Luna (like I do) and when i got to school, i didnt want to park where the scooters are normally parked, cuz its on the other side of the school from where I have form room. so i decide to park next to our new science block. As I park up, some random P.E teacher who i dont know comes up to me and says: "You can't park here! Why are you trying to park here?" and I reply "Cuz its a F*cking long-ass walk from the parking spot to my form room, alright?" He walks away and is replaced by Mr. Wait (Head of Sixth Form and ANOTHER blockhead PE teacher) and he says "Did you just swear at one of my staff? I wont stand for it!"
and I reply "I didn't insult him, I just said it was a f*cking long walk from the bike park to my form room, so im parking closer,"
and he says "Thats not the point, you swore,"
By this time theres a crowd gathering. I say "Look, whats the big deal? F*CK F*CK F*CK! Do you see anyone writhing in agony? no? thats cuz its just a word."
and then we had some major row and I woke up.
See. Even in my dreams, my school sucks and the PE teachers are d1ckw33d5.

oh well. toodles.

EDIT: okies, for those of you who dont read the whole post, the stuff in BOLD was a comment i recieved yesterday from Foxressurected.
I do not hear voices in my head, because there is a strict no talking policy in my head.

thank you.
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