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April 11, 2007

- Sagittarians Hate Wednesdays -

WARNING: THIS ENTRY CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SENSELESS RANTINGS. READERS' DISCRETION ARE ADVISED.

I used to think that specific line, that came in with your star sign, is a bunch of bullshit. You know stuffs like;

Lucky Day: Thursday,
Bad Day: Wednesday?

Something like that?

Blah. I really hate Wednesdays now. I'm sure 75392034810 other people agree.

It's the only day in the week that is right smack in the middle. It's neither close to the weekends nor is it the start of the week. It's dead in the middle.

And the day seems to be longer than normal days as well.

Today, all hell breaks loose when my laptop decided to fail on me. It refuses to start and just stared at me with the blue "Windows is starting..." screen.

WHAT THE FUCK?! My Mp3s are in there. And no, I don't have a backup of it anywhere. And I'm lazy to borrow CDs from multiple people and have them ripped over AGAIN.

Losing my Mp3s didn't affect me much though. It's the pictures~ And my artwork~ And my poems~ And my stuffs. (It's not porn you perverted freaks.)

So yeah, after I finally got it back to life, (Smashing and abusing always works. LOL) the keyboard starts to fuck up.

It starts to randomly press letters without me exerting any force. It's not telepathy powers or spirits at work I'm sure of it. Gah.

Real bad ass day today. I need to make a backup of my files before the need to reformat arises.

Le sigh.

Josh sends me a video of Smosh. I love them. They are my YouTube entertainment channel. Heh.

But seriously though, be updated dear.

Those are 2005/6 news. Old skool. And wasn't it me who introduced them to you in the first place with their hit 'Pokemon music video' and you said:

*QUOTE*
"Geez, those dudes are a bunch of retards. Give me something more exciting to look at. Like... a raccoon in a dress. Or a bowl of expired milk."

Really? So who's the one sending me the link to 'Anthony Gets a Haircut' now huh?

Smosh rocks my socks seriously.

Go search for Smosh on YouTube. Watch their shows. Real entertainment by being dumb for the masses.

And I've been watching models on catwalks again. Some of them are real skinny. Someone ought to treat them to a piece of KFC's Hot and Crispy chicken for lunch.

Or at least a sandwich.

Linkin Park's 'What I've Done' ROCKS. Inspired me to the max. I always wanted to write a poem about that - About how fucked up we made the world now.

Beyonce feat Shakira - Beautiful Liar is ah-mazing. There's this one part of the vid, where both of them look like each other. And I can't freaking tell them apart! Not to mention Shakira is flaming H.O.T. =)

Oh and my eyes are fine now. Heh. I read in an article in a magazine that if you eat something that you are allergic to frequently, you will D.I.E. Pretty freaky.

Note to self: Aspirin can solve all my problems.

Just kidding there. I'm not suicidal. NOR am I emo.

It's just that sometimes I'm really oblivious to my surroundings.

Aspirin will look like Panadol. And before I know it, my eyes will bloat up to the size of a goldfish.

And I mean the size of the fish itself. Not just its freakishly huge eyes. And yes, it's that gross and big.

Somehow I find it hilarious looking at myself in that condition. Like Quasimodo. You know. That Hunchback of Notre Dame?

Yeah I'd make a fine wife for him.

Anywho, don't get excited. Allergy is not a funny thing. You can DIE from it.

But something that you should get excited is when you order regular fries and then you find a curly fry in there. Now THAT'S exciting.

Yeah, I'm too sarcastic today. But it's true though. About the fries.

I should end this before your eyes start to glaze over and you lose all your sense of humor.

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