Endless agony

I would like to write about something serious for a change.
This matter is really important to me, and has kept me awake many a morning.
It's the substance that drives people mad, it's the horrible thing that people flee from, it's...
HAIRSPRAY.
Yes; hairspray.

I lie there sleeping, like an innocent little bee in my bed, dreaming of rainbows and unicorns running in a field of flowers, before I think I smell something. I half-wake up, and start breathing with my mouth instead, and turn over to the other side.
OK. I definitely TASTE something now. Ewww!! What IS that?
I start hiding my face under the quilt/pillow until my lungs are about to explode, so I duck up again for some air.
I regret doing that instantly.
THE SMELL IS OVERWHELMING!
I go berserk.
I open every window in the room,
I fan with my quilt and pillow, franticly, and whatever I can get my hands on.
Naturally while I hold my breath... Wouldn't want to SMELL that crap, now would I...
Anyway, after a while, I stop. I tentatively take a whiff of the air. I really shouldn't have done that.
So I start the frantic waving again, until my arms have grown tired, and I'm blue in the face from not breathing, and I try to smell the air again. Success! You almost cannot smell it any more!
I victoriously go back to my bed, and try to go back to dreamland.... Except... There is an odd smell here..... It's just like..... OH NO!!
The bed is conveniently placed in a corner, with this very convenient wall to block out the sight of my sister sleeping in the other end. Which also blocked out fresh air!
I start some more frantic waving, before I'm not arsed any more, and go victoriously back to sleep.
Then I hear some knocking on the door.. Oh no... nonono... I..
Everything goes black...
I wake up again, and find myself, still in my pyjamas, outside in the garden.
My hands are covered in blood.
I start to panic.
What has happened?
I walk inside, to see a dreadful scene. MY FAMILY!
They are all dead!
There is some writings on the wall saying "I am Hairspray!" I start screaming, trying to wake them up, but alas. No reactions.
They smell awful. Like they have been bathed in Icky. Just like.... HAIRSPRAY.
I start freaking. Screaming like a mad-man. The hairspray... KILLED!
I stand up. Wiping my tears away and walk over to the phone. The police needs to know. The hairspray have killed!
I get them on the line, and tell them exactly what happened.

And, that's the end of that story.
I hope I can raise awareness to the hairspray matter.
That people can understand that hairspray is a real problem.
We face it every day.
Please, people. DON'T use hairspray.
It will kill.
Eventually.

Seriousness

Ooohhh... I's all serious, and stuffs in the last post! :O
We can't have that!

OK: the real story behind it is that Miss Feltin is the worried, but unmarried mother of a kidnapped 5-year-old.
She was, however married, but divorced to the man that kidnapped their child, in exchange for..... hmmmm... Fish?
Yes. Fish.
Because in all reality, they are penguins!
In a zoo!
In London.....
London Zoo, actually!
And they strive to keep their minds stimulated in their boring cages of boringness.
Yes.

This is a true story! ..I think...

The Wizard of Oz

-What did you do? Where is my daughter?
-Your daughter? Miss Feltin, I think you know where your daughter is.
-You can't do this.... It's not faire!
-Faire? Justice, is merely an illusion. You'll see your daughter when we want you to. Good day, Miss Feltin.

Raiding with the L33T crowd.

We fought bravely until the very end.


But those guys were too much for us.
When will justice prevail?

FYI

The last post was a satire about a lonely, depressed, bitter man that never had a girlfriend.
His name is George, and he likes to ski.
He is in his mid- twenties, and likes to drink wine in front of the fireplace while looking deeply into his girlfriends eyes, telling her how beautiful she is...

OK, I'm full of shit :P
Though the last post was a satire. About George. Who's in his mid-twenties. And likes to ski.

And for those who doesn't know what a satire is: WIKIPEDIA
I might not have done it correctly, but I did my best... Or at least as much as I was arsed.

Spring

Yes, it's that time of the year again, when everyone is floating around on that big-ass pink cloud...
Man what a depressing time of the year this is.
Every time someone walks past you, you are being stared at for not having someone by your side, and they think "my my, this person must be really sad for still being single". And they give you that sympathetic look that only couples can give.
And when you're at the tube/metro/whatever you call it, you can see couples, shamelessly trading spit, like they're in their own private little shangri-la. Like they are the only bloody people left in the world!
Bastards.
May they rot for being so miserably happy.
Even though I still look young, and am in my best years, I still don't have to date anyone to be "complete" or anything. That pink cloud may wait till I'm done with the important stuff.
But really. What is up with that demeaning look couples give single people? It's horrible!
"We're REALLY happy, but we can see you're alone, so we feel sorry for you."
I HATE YOU!
Why do you do that? Why? Seriously, answer me!
It's like being a dog... And you're running away with your tail between your legs... And not only are you fleeing, but while you're fleeing, you get whipped, and kicked by those blistering couples that burn you with their "pity-look" of horrible anguish!
Yes.
I'm going to see my psychologist, now.

Deprivation proclamation

I have a dream.
... Yeah... I won't pull that any further....
All glory to Martin Luther King Jr., though :)

This was just for bullshit though...

Writing a qualification-assignment-thing is boring...

Ice hockey

Spyro.
Spyro hockey.
Spyro Ice hockey.
Spyro Ice hockey frustration.
Annoying.
Anger.

I think that was a haiku.... At least it was attempted as a haiku....

Anyway. The idiot that thought that MONKS play ice hockey was a high class donkey.
Ice hockey + Spyro = awfulness of awful doom!
It's so horrible!
And least but not last HARD. It's so fooking hard, you'll struggle to get a goal for HOURS. I swear... If I ever find the idiot that came up with the hockey thing, I'll strangle him for hours! :D

Spyro rocks, though... But not the blistering ice hockey!!!!!!!

Hard drive desert

I would like to take a minute of silence for my diseased external hard drive.

...

Thank you.
It contained many precious pictures, and wonderful films, and least but not last, Plants vs. Zombies.
I will always remember it as a cheerful and cooperative hard drive, until the day it started making sounds. The "knitsj knitsj knitsj" sound will always be with me. Like a very annoying song.
Or fleas.
Yes, this hard drive could have had a long and wonderful life, but no-one could foresee this horrible demise in any way. (Except the guy who said "salvage everything you want to keep"... Damn him.)
You will always be in my heart, my wonderful, wonderful hard drive! *sniff*
Rest in peace!

The Nerd Herd

EPIC!

...In your face, Roomie.

That old pig.

Fur-guy

AS IF!
May he rot in hell.

Those people really piss me off.

Old lady alarm!!

I've taken up crochet.
So now I'm like my awesome grandmother...
Oh yes.

My masterpiece looks like something a kid would have done >.>
Something is too tight, something is too loose, and something just isn't.

Yeah... I like bragging about my awesomeness.

To be continued....
(OH NOES!) :P

Immigration dude

The best song ever.

Link

Watch it!

Especially Bob....
The song say so... So it must be true!

Planets!

I just had to post the pictures of the wonderful planets of our solar system.
They're so pretty!
The astronomy class inspired me......

Mercury
Venus
Mars
Jupiter
Saturn
Uranus
Neptune
My personal favourite... It's so blue and perdy :P Well.. Saturn too, but that's so cliché...

I dropped the picture of the earth... We can see enough of that already...
It's really interesting to learn how planets form, and stars, etc. Mhm, mhm.
Well that's enough spamming from me...

Signing out :P

Finally

Like I've said to people, the flight master in Silithus has the best name in history!
Just look at it :D It's hilarious :D


Well, now you have proof.
I just love Blizzard sometimes... :P

Oh, and if you don't know what it means, you should ask your old man "Papa" and make him tell you the dirty details :P
...Ewww! I regret saying that..

Talk about the future

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
How the fuck should I know that?
"Any thoughts for the new year?"
Do I look like I can see the future?
"Do you want to get married and have children when you get older?"
..... REALLY?

What is this fixation about the future?
Why can't we just live in the present, and do what we feel like?
Everything seems to depend on what you choose to study and want to do for work for the REST OF YOUR LIFE (If you're lucky).
I've never understood people that knew what they wanted to be when they grow up... How do they really know that that's the line of work they want? Why do they think about that when they are kids? Aren't kids supposed to be blissfully ignorant, and not understand grown-ups and their problems?
I guess not...

And what did the person that invented time think? What an idiot.
It's just numbers... Making good people stressed out of their wits...
Fair enough.. Gives us some idea on when the day is still day and night is night, etc etc...
But time is just a human concept.. Made up for us to feel more in power of what happens to the world we (believe it or not) share with other creatures...

What I know about my future, is that I'm not going to have anything with melting the poles, forcing said creatures to die. I might try and stop it.. But when I can't even reach out to my friends with this problem, I might have some troubles with it..
When I can't convince them that global warming truly is a problem, and not just "something the world does every few years or so", that makes you think.
This problem is here.
We are here.
We are supposed to deal with this problem...
Not ignore it.

I want to shout into the narrow-minded minds that they need to realize that cars aren't important. Nor is money. What will you spend your money on when the earth is ruined?
Al Gore makes a brilliant example of that in his movie.
I really admire that he took up this problem, even though he might be a little bit of a hypocrite. People listen to familiar faces.
But strangely enough, people don't listen to crowds. (All though sometimes that happens.. But to be fairly honest, it doesn't seem like that happens all too often...)
Be a vegetarian for a week.
Walk to school, or take the bus for a week.
Turn off the lights in the room you just were in, don't let the bulbs burn for nothing.
Open your mind. Stop caring about the future, care about the present, and how we prioritize.

'Nuff said.