I love my blog; it makes me feel like… Superman! Not really, but my English has improved a damn lot since I started with this.

Today I’m going to whine about the people who make sound effects with their mouths and then expect people to laugh.

Stop it.

Either I can’t understand the humor (as if!) behind it, people are dumbfscks, or people laugh only to be polite/out of embarrassment.

If you think that the first choice is true, then I am sorry to inform you that you belong to the second. In life, one can only be a part of the second or the third group of people. The dumbfscks and the smartfscks, respectively.

I have to admit that I laugh when people sound-mime. It is often either an embarrassed laugh or a feel-sorry-for laugh, or I am just trying my hardest to be polite. But hey, one’s got to be polite no?

I mean… If I just tell the person that he is no more fun than staring at the wall and tell all those who laughed that they are dumbfscks, it wouldn’t be pretty.

Life isn’t pretty, but if we don’t compromise it would be even uglier. Everyday I have to compromise my supreme observatory and pointing-out-things skills in order for the world to be a better place. You see, in a way, I am Superman.

I hope you all have learnt a lesson, and that is to learn to compromise. Other people compromise for you, and you should to, it’s called mutual compromisation (did I invent a new word or is my spelling completely off?).

Oh yeah, and don’t do drugs.

Something happened today, something that made me re-evaluate the existance of God.

God might exist.

I wish not to talk about what happened.

Out.

I have a blog.

Whoops, forgot. Guess that means I have to update it, huh?

If you ever have free time, contact me. I will happily give you tips and pointers on how to waste it.

Today I tried the new game Civilization IV. I played once and it took 5 hours and 30 minutes. That is basically one entire day.

Slept 6 hours, damn maths project. Slept on my way to school for another hour (on the bus).

School sucked. Lunch sucked even more.

Some advice needed, what do you do when a person annoys the living hell out of you? I have problems with everyone, but I can not go around whining about everyone because it would lead to some hating me, despising me, avoiding me and in some cases even leads to others crying. Sometimes, when I can not stand the annoyingness of a person I gotta say something. Hey, a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do no?

We were a small group in a lesson with a nice teacher (you know the kind that don’t say anything when people are annoying). There was this guy coming with the lamest comments after every sentence the teacher said, adding annoying sound-effects and then laughing for himself. This happened after every sentence, which is about 5 times a minute, for an hour. Damn, I had the greatest urge to take my notebook and smash it into his face, but I was not man enough to do so. What would you do?

After that almost annoying me to death I felt I could finally rest as I took the bus home. I was soo tired that I kept nodding to sleep while sitting on the bus. You know, you fall asleep and your head goes down and which wakes you up and you realize that you were asleep and suddenly raise your head and then fall asleep again, repeatedly. This happened, once when I opened my eyes people were staring at me. This was really.. how can I say it.. shameful.. Picture a dude nodding his head slowly opening his eyes each time his head raises and then closing them again.

Dude, today really sucked.

I have looked at the stars and I know what is going to happen to you today. Hmm, not only you, but everyone who reads this.

Today, something will happen to you, grab your chance. You might find love, but if you make many mistakes today you might end up in trouble.

Dude, if you believe my prophecy, go seek help or something. Astrology sucks. I have just given an example of what some astrology can look like. It’s nothing but random generic crap where all might happen and nothing is for sure. It is as reliable as asking your 3 year old kid how kids are made.

Once when I was in the dentist waiting room, I was reading a magazine with a medium-fat-chick section, this woman who could talk to the dead. People were asking her questions like “Where have I put my keys?” and “Is my dead father looking upon me?“, her replies were really lame. Something like: “I am not sure where your keys are but I’m sure you have dropped them and will find them soon” and “You and your father are bonded together strongly, so naturally he would be watching over you.”

Lame.

I would have much better answers. An example of my betterness would be “The time you have spent writing this to me you could have spent searching for your keys or even gotten new ones, nice work!” and “No. Go seek a doctor.”

Astrology is the biggest scam of the 21st century (or maybe the church is), people who trust astrology should trust me instead. =)

A bit late for a Halloween post, but what the hell…

Today was meant to be the perfect day. I woke up early, the sun was shining, I had plans to meet some friends. Just when I thought that nothing could go wrong, it all went wrong and hell broke loose.

I turned on the TV to get some news from CNN. What happened after that is completely blank, except for one thing, because it shocked me so badly and took all my brain capacity.

There was some report and then they were back in the studio talking about some random stuff. Oh yeah, it was Prince Charles’ new wife’s clothes.

Anyhow, I saw the most annoying thing. Even more annoying than “the annoying thing (aka Crazy Frog)”. It was Monita Rajpal.

Pointing out each of her annoyances would take a year to write, a month to read and ten years to understand completely, so I’ll just keep it simple with three annoyances:

• 1. Her smile. It is permanent, is she wearing a mask? Totally unnatural, totally disgusting. This gave me mini-seizures between 60-second intervals. MAD look-alike?
• 2. Her comments. Ok, those made me feel disgusted, really. Generic pretend-to-be-interested crap with fake-niceguy-accent like “Whoa, is that true?” “I can’t believe it” “Thank reporter x very much for that amazing extraordinary spectacular wonderful cool (…etc) report”.
• 3. 1+2=3, her smile and her comments combined make my third point. Think of someone giving you those lame comments with a lame accent wearing a MAD mask where the mouth is permanently smiling, times that by 2 and you get a feeling of what she is like.

You do not know what I am going through here writing this. She is the type of person who will make depressed people take the final step and kill themselves. Thinking about this back-itch (hint: remove “ack”) gives me a back-itch, you know this tingling feeling on the back of unrest. I hope a mad scientist travels back in time and gets a dinosaur to eat her up. I’d pay him with all I own.

I have this creepy feeling that I am going to have nightmares tonight. If I do, I hope you will suffer with me (after having seen her picture).

Oh, by the way. If you have nothing to do with your money and could absolutely not consider donating them to me, feel free to watch the new Zorro movie.

That’s all, I now have to try hard keeping myself from suicide.

So I do this online personality test and find out that I’m midly paranoid, highly narcissistic and histrionic. Woohoo!

Well, that sucks.. ?

Here is how I justify it:

• I’m not paranoid, I’m just careful
• I’m not narcissistic, I respect myself
• I’m not histronic, I simply dare to express myself

You see? If you agree and think that my justifications make sense, you got to agree that online tests really suck and should only be taken for fun. If you want to see how sucky the test I took was, click here.

Peace.

Just got my new glasses. It was either these or a pair from D&G, but I thought these looked nicer.
Their from Guess, but it’s strange, I don’t see this model on their website. Damn paid like 300-400% more than what you’d do in the USA. Americans are soo lucky (they got the World’s cheapest designer goods) and they don’t even know it.

Pure pimpness.