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As some of you may have witnessed over the 6 yrs of high school…once I get laughing (i.e. I find something hilarious), it usually takes about a good 5-10 minutes of intermittent hysterics before I can control myself. Even when I’ve stopped laughing, I’m probably still thinking about it (which is why I constantly stop & restart laughing), that is until I can find something to focus on that’s unfunny/serious.
In my tute today, the tutor was holding a pen and every now and then, she’d hold it horizontally against her upper lip, but what alarmed me was (because I knew that it would precipitate a laughing fit); the pen had a black strip on the end that was exactly the length for a small toothbrush moustache…and unfortunately this black rectangle happen to line up so that it appeared as if she had a Hitler moustache.
(A quirk of mine is that I find all things German strangely funny especially the appearance of none other than Adolf Hitler. Please note apart from his appalling haircut and bad mo, there is nothing else that’s funny about this much hated dictator.)
I was trying really hard to focus on ‘pneumothorax’ (a collapsed lung) while saying to myself: ‘Don’t think about the moustache…don’t look to your left…’ when my friend sitting next to me, leaned over and said “Did you think the pen looked like a moustache?” which then initiated a good several minutes of uncontrollably shaking and restrained laughter (while the tutor presumably gave me death stares…she was a sub but I had her last semester…and death stares are her trademark) therefore making me look quite the retard (you’ve seen me…admit it, I do look retarded when I’m in this state), as it probably appeared as if I had started laughing at nothing. It didn’t help that my friend laughed when I laughed…and because he laughed I laughed more. Was a vicious cycle (of stupidity).
Also, the tute group is small…ten students.
I’ve always considered myself to be somewhat OCD but only in certain areas; like organisation of study-related things…tabs, highlighters, books, paper…(it’s uniformity I strive for) & correcting spelling errors.
Anyway, I was talking about my recycling habits today and it was pointed out that I was OCD in this area too.
By my logic, every little bit counts…so I try to make the rubbish that I know cannot be recycled (e.g. chip packets, plastic bags…) as compact as possible. Why? Since it’s not recyclable, it’s going to the tip anyway…so since it’s going to the tip, if I can make it smaller-it’ll take up less space and less space used means more rubbish can be shoved into the tip…which delays the need to find more land for new tips (ah try saying all that…I must learn how to use full stops more often). It’s stupid but with the amount of rubbish we go through in our lifetime…I think it’s safe to say I may save a good *insert big number* metres cubed of land fill.
(Btw to make plastic bags of any description smaller I fold it length-ways into a thin rectangle, then I knot it as many times as possible: thus forming a lumpy circular mass-and yes I do this with all the discarded plastic bags/packets I can get my hands on…also smaller rubbish means more rubbish into fewer rubbish bags at home).
“The blue screen of death.” (I like this phrase…however I must contest this as a few of my computers have died several times over the years, but not once has the bluescreenofdeath happened to me. I’m missing out. It’s usually multiple screens or multicoloured strips and once some sus porno virus from a gaming site, presumably one accessed by my brother…it was damn scary).
Have you ever laughed so hard that the contents of your mouth shot out of your nose? (What a lovely image.)
I nearly asphyxiated myself in high school (twice) by gulping down a large mouthful of water but foolishly decided to not swallow it all in one go…and then proceeding to laugh. Breathing in water is not fun…nor is the long coughing fit which promptly follows.
It’s funny (actually not really…kind of stupid and shallow) that the ‘messy’ hairdo actually takes more effort than the neat one. I have to spray copious amounts of texturising spray into my hair (no in my eye…geez why must I state the obvious) the night before and hairspray like a madwoman the next morning. I long for the day when my hair will be long enough and therefore heavy enough (so it won’t be a lovely frizz ball) to pull off the bed hair-do…now that takes very little effort.
You know how creepy people can sometimes be fascinating because they’re so strange? (...Or is it just me?)
Well, I think the dude (Luke Steele) from Sleepy Jackson and now Empire of the Sun, is fascinating to watch and read about because he’s so weird looking…and he’s got a really odd looking face & that ever-present stoned expression. Is awesome.
Happify is a real word (it means to make happy). In fact, as I found out yesterday from listening to the BBC ‘Word’ Program on the radio-there are literally words for everything, most of us just happen to be unaware of these words because they’re not in common usage. For example there is a word meaning: “to hide oneself in a corner”, “repaired cracks”, "the coming of dusk"… (That’s all my short-term memory can muster).
Well, that was a rather unimpressive statement.
In my tute today, the tutor was holding a pen and every now and then, she’d hold it horizontally against her upper lip, but what alarmed me was (because I knew that it would precipitate a laughing fit); the pen had a black strip on the end that was exactly the length for a small toothbrush moustache…and unfortunately this black rectangle happen to line up so that it appeared as if she had a Hitler moustache.
(A quirk of mine is that I find all things German strangely funny especially the appearance of none other than Adolf Hitler. Please note apart from his appalling haircut and bad mo, there is nothing else that’s funny about this much hated dictator.)
I was trying really hard to focus on ‘pneumothorax’ (a collapsed lung) while saying to myself: ‘Don’t think about the moustache…don’t look to your left…’ when my friend sitting next to me, leaned over and said “Did you think the pen looked like a moustache?” which then initiated a good several minutes of uncontrollably shaking and restrained laughter (while the tutor presumably gave me death stares…she was a sub but I had her last semester…and death stares are her trademark) therefore making me look quite the retard (you’ve seen me…admit it, I do look retarded when I’m in this state), as it probably appeared as if I had started laughing at nothing. It didn’t help that my friend laughed when I laughed…and because he laughed I laughed more. Was a vicious cycle (of stupidity).
Also, the tute group is small…ten students.
I’ve always considered myself to be somewhat OCD but only in certain areas; like organisation of study-related things…tabs, highlighters, books, paper…(it’s uniformity I strive for) & correcting spelling errors.
Anyway, I was talking about my recycling habits today and it was pointed out that I was OCD in this area too.
By my logic, every little bit counts…so I try to make the rubbish that I know cannot be recycled (e.g. chip packets, plastic bags…) as compact as possible. Why? Since it’s not recyclable, it’s going to the tip anyway…so since it’s going to the tip, if I can make it smaller-it’ll take up less space and less space used means more rubbish can be shoved into the tip…which delays the need to find more land for new tips (ah try saying all that…I must learn how to use full stops more often). It’s stupid but with the amount of rubbish we go through in our lifetime…I think it’s safe to say I may save a good *insert big number* metres cubed of land fill.
(Btw to make plastic bags of any description smaller I fold it length-ways into a thin rectangle, then I knot it as many times as possible: thus forming a lumpy circular mass-and yes I do this with all the discarded plastic bags/packets I can get my hands on…also smaller rubbish means more rubbish into fewer rubbish bags at home).
“The blue screen of death.” (I like this phrase…however I must contest this as a few of my computers have died several times over the years, but not once has the bluescreenofdeath happened to me. I’m missing out. It’s usually multiple screens or multicoloured strips and once some sus porno virus from a gaming site, presumably one accessed by my brother…it was damn scary).
Have you ever laughed so hard that the contents of your mouth shot out of your nose? (What a lovely image.)
I nearly asphyxiated myself in high school (twice) by gulping down a large mouthful of water but foolishly decided to not swallow it all in one go…and then proceeding to laugh. Breathing in water is not fun…nor is the long coughing fit which promptly follows.
It’s funny (actually not really…kind of stupid and shallow) that the ‘messy’ hairdo actually takes more effort than the neat one. I have to spray copious amounts of texturising spray into my hair (no in my eye…geez why must I state the obvious) the night before and hairspray like a madwoman the next morning. I long for the day when my hair will be long enough and therefore heavy enough (so it won’t be a lovely frizz ball) to pull off the bed hair-do…now that takes very little effort.
You know how creepy people can sometimes be fascinating because they’re so strange? (...Or is it just me?)
Well, I think the dude (Luke Steele) from Sleepy Jackson and now Empire of the Sun, is fascinating to watch and read about because he’s so weird looking…and he’s got a really odd looking face & that ever-present stoned expression. Is awesome.
Happify is a real word (it means to make happy). In fact, as I found out yesterday from listening to the BBC ‘Word’ Program on the radio-there are literally words for everything, most of us just happen to be unaware of these words because they’re not in common usage. For example there is a word meaning: “to hide oneself in a corner”, “repaired cracks”, "the coming of dusk"… (That’s all my short-term memory can muster).
Well, that was a rather unimpressive statement.