So watch yourself.
Some said I looked like I was on drugs:
"I can't live my, life this way, continually get high"
- Dilated Pupils Peoples
Some said I looked like Mr. Burns in that episode...ya know...this one:
All I know is if anyone decides to take a picture of me and uses flash photography within the next, negative 3 hours, then I may turn into a werewolf, or wait, vampire (cuz vampires are the ones that are sensitive to the bright lights) and rip their head off.
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Cuz this was just about the funniest thing I've seen in a while.
It's 2AM, reading week, and I'm not being productive. I'm just sitting here in front of a computer.
And I enjoy every minute of it.
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And when I say heads up, I really mean "duck" because thats what everyone does anyways, so why even bother venting my frustrations on that little logic loophole.
*The number one cause of injury in Netherlands (or is it "the" Netherlands, I'm really not sure, whatever I'll just call it Holland): Cramped-foot-itus**, occurs when one attempts to stuff his/her own foot into a wooden shoe
The number two cause of death in Holland: Deadly Darts
And I quote, "Often the board falls down on someone's foot or worse on someone's head".
My bad, the number two cause of death in Holland - Idiot-...itus. How does a dartboard fall on someone's head unless that someone decides to go stand under a dartboard? Why would you stand under a dartboard?! To play a screwed up game of William Tell? What an odd socially accepting culture.
That's the equivalent of taking your friend hunting and then shooting them in the face.*** Them happenings would never be tolerated over in North America.
Oh wait, nevermind.
* - Not a real statistic
** - Not a real injury diagnosis, or a real word
*** - Is it too late for me to start making fun of Cheney? Or should I just refer you to Dr.THIS-IS-MY-BLOG for a checkup and then you can tell me how that goes?
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I've taken in two refugees from Kingston, both under the impression that they are simply staying with me for a few days before we head back into Kingston.
Tonight, I will be taking them on a "road trip" to Scarborough, where I will promptly trade them both for ice cream sundaes and chocolate truffles. That's just my hustle. And ya can't knock the hustle.
Please keep it a secret mkay? Thanks.
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This post has nothing to do with a chocolate danish. I just like them very much.
Tensions are high in Iran. And not because America has suddenly gone on the offensive with the shootings of random people, oh wait that's just the VP, but because of an editorial cartoon released by Denmark.
But SERIOUSLY GUYS, it didn't hafta come this far. If you're gonna rename those fluffy sweet delicious pastries known as Danishes, wouldn't you may try for sth at least similar? Refer to how the American's changed French Fries to Freedom Fries (also works with French --> Freedom Toast). It's actually quite clever.
"Roses of the Prophet Mohammad". Now there's a mouthful. Imagine the poor people:
"Can I have arrows, sorry, a rose of da Mo....a shucks forget it"
Then they give up and go eat a cupcake.
Everybody, let's just leave the poor pastries out of this little dispute okay? I understand that there will be some rioting and some egging of European embassies, but we don't need to drag innocent pastries into this conflict. It doesn't have to be that way. Does it?
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Honestly.
I'll be back to finish this post up later after I get p0wnzer'd by this midterm.
*back to finish the post*
I knew I had something to hate on today.
Dang it.
Don't you just HATE IT when you forget what you were gonna say? Granted, this was quite a few hours back.
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Continuing this hate filled week. Now, I originally intended to go punch any couple I saw exchanging flowers or teddy bears or chocolates, in their loving faces, but I'm actually expecting something. From you. Yes, you, the reader. And my housemates. And plus, how predictable would it be for me to hate Valentines Day on Valentines Day?
SO instead, I'm gonna call out them powers to be that have given me three "tests" tomorrow, thus rendering me to be a library hermit for this wonderful day. And you can call me a conspiracy theorist, but somehow I have a feeling that these evaluations were called "tests" so I can't go complaining to other powers to be that I have three "MIDTERMS" on one day. Can you FEEL THE LOVE?
Apparantly, if you wanted to, you could go to a "cuddle party". Yeah, apparantly this fad has invaded Queen's cuz I'm sittin in tutorial readin about it in our campus newspaper. I think, sorry everybody, that I won't even "touch" (sorry) this topic.
Alright, let's keep it light-hearted (muhaha I'm on a roll today). Everyone else is trying to inject the love into this day. Blogger....do your best:
as opposed to:
*standing ovation with river-loads of tears flooding down my eyes*
Well done Blogger, you have truly inspired me to just be that much more loving today. I'm just so ... at a loss ... for words... to express what that slight but brilliant change in your logo has done for me, so I'm gonna cut this sarcastic filled last paragraph right about ... now.
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