Thursday, November 10, 2005

Rejected by the insane asylum
I had the most wonderful day today! Gather 'round, my cute little crickets and I shall tell you the tale of how I saw cute bum!!

*laughs*

Okay. Well, there's not much to this tale. My sister brought her friend over because they had something to do later that night and her friend lived too far away so she came here. My sister said her friend admitted to having a slight crush on me (for what reasons, I've no clue). It kinda showed because throughout her visit, I caught her staring at me with her cat-like dark brown eyes.

Before they left we all had pizza for dinner. My sister had to change clothes so I cleaned up and my sisters friend offered to help. She was reaching over the dinner table to pick up glasses and... well.. She was wearing a very nice pair of pants. I'll leave it at that.

Now what killed it was my incredibly cracked-up mood. Since the time I woke up, I've been laughing at anything and everything. Her cute little bum was no exception. *laughs*

In my head (and ONLY in my head, thank goodness) I imagined a little scenario where I gingerly poked her cheek. Then she'd turn around and ask, "What the hell is going on?!?". To which I'd reply, "Your bum is touching my finger!!!"

That's when I started to crack up. And this was the hurting kind of laughter. She thought I was making fun and I kinda was.

After she and my sister left, I sat at the computer and started a bit on my work. Then the most random scene entered my head. You know that one scene in The Waterboy with Adam Sandler where Bobby and his girlfriend just get married and Bobby's father comes around and pleads to team up with his son? Those few lines he said just stab me with laughter.

"Hey Bobby! It's me! Your father, Roboito!"

It's just the way he said it, while wearing those ridiculous clothes. He was even looking up the whole time too. Gosh, it's just too funny.

So I started laughing out loud at that, in the relatively quiet house. The fact that I laughed on my own made me laugh even more. Then I said the quote out loud and laughed until my mom came storming in the room to tell me to shut up...

..but that didn't help one bit.

I chuckled back at her, "Why are you yelling then?", then proceeded to laugh some more. She gave up pretty quickly after that.

She gave me my punishment later that night. I was to wash a lot of dishes. So while doing so, I entertained myself by bobbing my head to the music on the radio. And just like that, my ear gets tickled by a stray hair. My hands were covered in soap so I couldn't scratch my ear. So there I was, stomping my feet trying to just take the tickle like a man.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I started to shriek and went for my ears with my soapy hands. I dropped to the floor and scratched away at my ear. I then realized what I was doing and started to laugh (yet again). At this point, my grandma comes into the kitchen...

So my grandma stood there watching as her grandson spazzed out on the kitchen floor, covered in soap, laughing and shrieking all at once. The words that came out of her mouth are what killed me.

"Somebody should help him. He's being tormented by the devil..." She then did the sign of the cross.

I've never laughed so hard in my life. That had to be the most retarded thing I've done in all my.... well.. Not my life but, that week, at least.

So aside from those episodes of complete insanity, a few good chats online and a tummy full of chocolate and pizza, everything was just dandy.

My mom gave me a few neat patched that I could sew to my moderately-crappy, olive green messenger bag. I might do that tomorrow but for now, I've a lot of work to do.

Laughter is good and all, just try to keep it to a point so that your family doesn't consider sending you away...

*laughs*

Oh the joys of life!

Cheers.

- enin -


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