Mom: *spears fish ball with chopsticks and drops it in my plate* Here you go, I don’t like egg yolk.
Dad: That’s a fish ball.
Mom: ...oh.
Me: Man, you’re going to end up in an asylum or something.
Dad: Don’t worry, she wouldn’t know.
Oh man, we're so mean sometimes...yeah, sorry I laughed at you, mom. XD;;
Although it was her fault that I couldn't find my red Il Divo-colored! scarf yesterday and thought I had already lost it after two days, when in fact it was on my bed because she had thrown it at me to wake me up. (It didn't hit me, so that was ineffective anyway.)
I was wasting time on Youtube and found a clip of Michael Buble (who's recording a new CD next year, yaaaaay!) singing Billie Jean and doing a very...provocative dance afterwards. Then he did a Napoleon Dynamite imitation voice, with something like "We waited for four hours for tickets, and then you bring me back to the concert, and the guy touches himself in front of me?! He's fucking gay...GAWWWD." And then, he realizes there's a little kid sitting probably directly in front of him, and he bends down (awww) and asks how old the kid is - five. Mortified, he promises to stop singing "devil music", does a happy dance and prepares to sing Come Fly With Me. Man, another performer I really want to see live!
Here's the link to the vid.
Funny how I stay up late no matter how much or little homework I have. D:
current mood:
lethargic
currently listening to: É Isso Aí (The Blower´s Daughter) - Ana Carolina e Seu Jorge