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Today I stuck an egg into the microwave and watched it go round and round and round... and PLOP! it went and exploded. I was traumatized. O.o
Hmm I don't have a lot to say apart from that great scientific experiment. Except that I'm lazy as f!ck and still haven't finished my homework, not have I studied. There's just so many /more useful/ things to be done with my time. *sideway glance at Marina's gay porn (:P) and the millions of games on her desk*. lol
Traumatization no. 2: I opened a map of Zürich and found out that, despite the fact that Swizziland is a pimple of a country - it's huuuge! on the back of the map was another one, this time of all available public transports. My eyes almost fell out (skeleton in Corpse Bride style): It looks like an ant's nest. Arrgh how am I supposed to find my way? In olde little Javea there's not even a train. *snickers at the thought of running around with a map in a city which is, compared to other European cities, quite small and going *bump*bump*bump* into benches, people, little dogs (in that case it'd be *splat*)* Oh, I want to go to Uni there, btw. ^^'
I've been obsessed with sick jokes recently...
This woman is in hospital having a baby. When the little brat pops out the doctor grabs it, looks at it for a second and then hurls it across the room as the horrifyed mother looks on. He walks over to it's broken form laying on the floor and starts jumping up and down on it, before picking it up and throwing it back down on the floor. The mother is screaming at him, saying "What are you doing! No!" He looks at her and smiles. "April Fools!! Don't worry ...it was dead when it came out!"
ETA:
Yesterday (or the day before?) was quite chaotic. Basically my brother and his fuckwit friend Peter (I don't give a _-_ -if I'm violating privacy laws or whatever in this particular case) decided to down a bigass bottle of some Danska Vodka. Great. I was home alone with them, in my dad's office upstairs playing Tomb Raider (<3), came down and see them screaming shit about elves. ("I agkjasbgk elve!") wtf?! Translation: I am a queer elf.
well first of all I sat down and had a laugh.
Then I realized that perhaps it wasn't that funny. /at least for them/
That's when the fun really started.... They came inside, crawling cos they could'nt manage to walk, into my room and stayed there like two stranded fish (a whale in Peter's case. Sorry I just hate that guy). blablabla Peter puked onto the floor. We have polished marble tiles everywhere, supersensitive to the slightest acidity. Vomit is acidic. It created white stains. I don't feel like going into details, but basically they puked in about 4 places and I got so pissed off that I whacked Peter over the head cos he wouldn't move. GRRR! I disinfected my brother's cut on his finger (which was pretty deep, he had blood all over) and gave them water to drink (giving it to them like babies... ah that makes me crave another dead baby joke.... *evil*). I couldn't clean fast enough so I called my dad.
Blahblah. Peter pissed off first thing in the morning leaving huuuge stains on the bed, floor, sink, shower. He just disappeared. Philip got to clean up the whole thing himself. I HATE people like that. What a great friend. -.- Seriously, when you do something like that and know what a mess you've made (cos invariably he'll ahve heard my dad shout) you helpyour friend clean the shit up. Some people just don't get the point until you napalm them.
What becomes louder as it becomes smaller?
* peter in a trash compactor.