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What should you do if you man walks out?
Shut the door behind him.

What should you do if you see your ex rolling around in pain on the ground?
Shoot him again.

What have you got if you have 100 men buried up to their necks in sand?
Not enough sand.

How many men does it take to tile a bathroom?
One, if you slice him thinly enough.

How do you stop a man from drowning?
Take your foot off his head.

How do you stop a man from spitting?
Turn down the grill.

How can you tell a guy's well-hung?
You can't get a finger between the rope and his neck.

What's the fastest way to a man's heart?
Through his chest with a sharp instrument.

What does it mean when the man in your bed is gasping for breath and calling your name?
You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.

Recently I paid a visit to Urban Dictionary because I was confused as to what "YMMV" meant. And then I threw in a couple other words just to see what the defintion was, if there was one. One of them was "Metallicar" which is the fan-assigned name of the oh-so-lovely car Sam and Dean have in Supernatural. I was amused about part of the definition, concerning real fangirls and the episode "Devil's Trap" (that I haven't seen, but I know about), what was this:

*After the ending of Devil's Trap*

FakeDitzyFangirl 1: Ahhhh! Sam!
FakeDitzyFangirl 2: Ahhhh! Dean!
RealFangirl 3: Noooooooo! The Metallicar

I suspect I belong to category 3, because we all know what is important and irreplaceable. *nods*

...Dude, I think a rat is setting up shop in my flatmate's closet. I heard scratching and I'm sure it was the pitter patter of not so small claws of a rat, as opposed to a wee mousie. But I didn't see anything, so I can't be sure.

And yet more links:
Truth Surprises -Actually, the thud was kinda fun, as long as the impact left you conscious. Sheppard/Beckett porn.

Not Going Anywhere -John wakes up, and he can't see, or hear. He tries not to panic, and there are those there to help him.

Running on Empty -John and Rodney are implanted with Wraith trackers and placed separately on an alien world to act as runners for the Wraith's amusement. As the story switches between John and Rodney we see a John who doesn't remember anything about who he is but still deals with his problems in a very John way and a panicked Rodney who is all too aware of his own abilities and lack thereof.

Long Road Home -"Great, now I'm on a first-name basis with illegal aliens," McKay groaned. "I am officially the worst border agent ever." An illegal immigrant, an emotionally and physically damaged veteran, and a border patrol agent who hates his job... maybe they were destined to be friends in any universe.

Fin.

Not the one I was planning to make, but I'll make it anyway.

( I might have got a wee bit carried away. )

Comment. Take. Yarr.

Also, my last entry would like some comment-love, too. Hint, hink, wink, nudge, GO LEAVE ME COMMENTS 'CAUSE I AM A COMMENT & CAPSLOCK WHORE. Yes.

Fin.

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I haven't been this wide awake at this hour in aaages. But hey, a little hyped up, for sure.

Went to pandoras_evil_t's today. After a morning of working in the yard with dad. But I told him I'd had plans for the arvo, so avoided a full day of working thank goodness. So, made my way there and messed around with her digital camera...

( Wait for it... :P )

Fin.

Okay, okay, update.

Last weekend my friend Gino celebrated his 21st. His birthday is the 27th of December, but he didn't celebrate it 'til the 7th. It was on his MSN contact name, so I asked if it was an open invite--it was. So I went. Gave mum's love to his parents Paul and Pauline. It was funny, because when I sent out all these Christmas cards earlier, I sent one to them. Pauline said, when she got it, she asked Gino if he knew I was in Hamilton (yes) and had I been invited (yes, at least twice already). It's all good.

Gino, upon seeing me, couldn't remember the last time he'd seen me. I reminded him not only had we run into each other in town back in July, but we all had dinner at his place back when Mum came down with me. Idjit. Gave him a bit of a hard time about that.

My drinks of the night: Woody's bourbon and coke (6% this time, not like the 8% I had at New years) and vodka cruiser's black.

Anyway, a lot of fun conversations. I knew maybe two or three people. But that didn't bother me. Certainly not when I found my main audience seemed to be this friend of Gino's, Bjiorn. Remember this. It will come up in the test at the end of the semester. Dinner was a lovely BBQ with lots of fish (ugh, none for me), sausages and venison. A lot of people were just so hungry they ate their forks. (Not really. The shitty little plastic bastards had a mean tendency to let their prongs snap off.) Garlic bread of course. These are Italian's after all.

And then the speeches. Poor Gino. Having both his parents speak up. And having to do a yard glass. Oh, most of it ended up down his shirt or chundered on the lawn, but still. Gotta admire him for finishing it even after puking. Plus we were all cheering him on 'cause we're so kind. His dad was the one holding the bottom of the glass. He got very, very pished.

I got to the point of being almost sick, and pushed it. So I threw up as well. But not long after that, I left with Bjiorn and a couple of the guys to go into town. Gino was wanting to go into town as well... I found out from him in a text this morning that his friends did take him in, he nearly passed out in Garden Place so they took him home, where he did pass out. Apparently his hangover didn't kill him, or make him want to kill himself. Town was... well, there were a lot of people. But it was, as Bjiorn put it, rather trashy. He lives in Wellington and it's apparently much better there (goood!).

And we were... somewhere, and they were buying drinks--Bjiorn insisted on buying me a drink, and then wouldn't tell me what I was getting 'til I had it--and some blond chick came up to me and said, "You're hot, honey." *blinks* I have no idea how intoxicated she must have been at the time. *grins* Anyway, my drink turned out to be vodka with lemon, apple juice, and feijoa juice. Not bad at all. But we didn't stay long, and so...

Bjiorn dropped the boys off at their homes and he and I went somewhere to... go for a walk. *coughs* Let's just say I'll be wearing my hair down for the next few days--which btw, pandoras_evil_t straightened for me today--so I don't get any questions about the, um, marks. My pants zipper got broken... oops. And, so, yeah. He lives in Wellington, which is, rather nicely, where I want to be for the next few years for uni. Sooo...

Who knows.

Wish I had a digital camera so I could show you pictures of me with straight hair. It's so weird. Cool, but undeniably weird. Ta ta now y'all.

Fin.

Same Game -Ohhh, my brother introduced my mother and me to this game eons and eons ago. Fun stuff when you're bored.

Also, new word to my vocabulary: Callipygian. "Having beautifully proportioned buttocks." So, basically, it means a having sweet ass. Hee. I love it.

Fin.

( Somebody's been using the Thesaurus! *wiggles eyebrows* )

Just reading that while chatting with miyumiyu, who received a slightly different version as a flame on ff.net. I just handed her a plot bunny on a silver platter about it. I hope I will be posting the link to a fic soon. Hehe!

And last night...

[Most of the Craiglockhart girls and some of the Bindaloe boys are getting comfy on the couches to watch Chocolat. Front Row has Victoria, Sarah, Lisita, Elyshia, & Came. Second row is Annalise, Calvin, and Shane. On the couches in the back, Me & Giles, Donald & Mike, Kate & Kirsti.]

ELYSHIA: and no kissing in the back row!

KATE: Oh Kirsti, oh!

[I am thinking:] Sapphic jokes. YES! My hallmates are (somewhat) normal!

*coughs* Mike looks like a total trucker. He's got the denim jacket with fleece, the mullet and mustache, sideburns, and the baseball cap. But if he lost the cap and exchanged the jacket for a leather one, he could totally pull off the biker look. Donald and I were sitting there trying to convince him he could look like he's just got off his Chopper... All he's missing is the American accent. (take mine, take mine!)
Good movie, although more Johnny would have been nice. Hehe.
I probably would have posted something about it last night, but when I wandered over to the computer labs all the computers were taken, and when there was finally a spare one they all suddenly decided to freeze up. It was kinda funny though, as I was waiting (and hoping) to log on and I was talking quietly with Donald, the other people in the lab kept glancing over at us. And at that time of night, it's mostly the Asians in there, so we're wondering how much they understand of what we're saying (nothing bad, it was mostly tame), or if they're just being nosy about the people who dare to break the Silence of the Labs™ with anything but mouse clicks and tapping keys. You should see how people will swivel and stare when someone's cell phone goes off. It's ridiculous.
It's nearly ten in the morning. I've been up since 7:40. I woke up at 7 when my alarm went off, as silly me I forgot to turn it off last night. But I had a great night's sleep anyway, so I'm just slacking off in the labs in my pjs until a little later when I'll have a shower. For now, I've got the lab pretty much to myself.
Oooh, pandoras_evil_t has some questions for me, from whatever the hell movie she was watching when she made her entry.

If you could fight someone, who would it be?
This is kinda hard, as I am in SUCH a good mood I don't really want to fight anyone. But let's try... Little Hen. (to those on my f-list who are friends with Little Hen, I apologise.)

If you could fight any celebrity, who would it be?
Mmmm... Ashlee Simpson.

Historical figure?
Queen Isobella of Spain.

Yes, I am perusing my f-list as I write this.

A Stealth Geek (SG) is a person who has many of the internal qualities of geekiness yet who does not look or act like the stereotypical geek.

Damn, that's gonna confuse with the other SG, that is, Sex God. Bwahahaha.
Okay, a question. Is it the new Thing to post an Icon of the Day? Alright, only two people on my f-list do it, but that's more than there were last week. It only just recently come to my attention that people are doing this, and I'm wondering where the habit was picked up from.

[Edit:] Me ending up sitting next to Giles when we watched Chocolat happened totally by accident, I swear.

Fin.

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I had to go searching the web for some Spanish false cognates, and asked for some outside help...
"In German they're called 'Falsche Freunde', which literally translates to mean, 'False Friends'. I know several in German, though none in Spanish. In German, 'also' means something roughly similar to, 'therefore' or 'hence', possibly, 'ergo'. It's also used in other ways, but never to mean, 'as well as' or 'too'.
"There's also 'das Gift', meaning, 'the poison', and 'was': 'what', 'wer': 'who', and 'Kissen': pillow, amoung others. 'Gift' is my favourite, though."
So, Spring Break is on. But I've been slacking off all week already. But today was the cap of all slacking off days. For one, I got to miss first period and a lot of second for the awards assembly. In second, very few people didn't have the grades to attend the awards assembly, so it was a while before there were any people to return (me, I ate, got my certificate, and fled. I hate crowds). Third I was in the library... Shanny and Crispy were there sleeping in chairs next to each other. Fourth, Reynold's was gone and Jake and I didn't feel like working on the lab we did yesterday. Fifth, Quinn didn't have anything for us, and sixth, Carvahlo was gone so I hung out in the attendance office with Jess.
I wish I knew what pissed Matt off in sixth period. He was rather silently glaring out of the window on the ride home. Rhi didn't know what happened either.
Yeah, I know, I'm really boring tonight. I'm tired. I just want to sleep, or read. What I need to do is clean my room. Blah..... But I have chocolate.

Fin.