I'd like to take a moment, a moment of silence. Why? This silence is for my mistake. Yesterday, I said there were Four books in the trilogy, when in fact, there's Four plus 1.
Seeing how my birthday is in *checks watch* Two months, I'm expecting all these books, they are
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (I've read, but I need to own.)
The Restaurant and the End of the Universe
Life, the Universe and Everything
So Long and Thanks For All the Fish
and Mostly Harmless.
First person to get me one, get's a bronze Turtle.
I went swimming today. Whoo and a hardy Hoo!
Guess what?
What?
Huh?
Who said that?
I did.
Who are you?
Floyd.
Floyd who?
Just go on, jeez.
Fine, fine.
There is a comic book, being made at my house. Ya think it's too soon to turn my living room into a museum?
My hero, John Heaton, has added me. This day...July 18? 19? will go down in history. On this day, I shall always check my email, and eat a hardy pancake. Oh, and I'll spell colour, without the U, in honour of him being all American.
I think I swallowed a bug. Please hold, while I gag.
I got to role play as Mulder today. It was great fun because it was all about Mulder trying to convince himself that he's all man. Here, let me show you.
In this Role Play, all the characters have to meet up in the same bar, Mulder, feeling a tad lonely, decided to call Doggett.
"Okay, great. So it's a date," Mulder winced. "I mean, it's in no way,
absolutely not a date, in any sense of the word." Mulder let out a sigh of
relief. Glad he cleared that up. " Yeah, I'll meet you there, let's say eightish?"
Mulder winced again. "I mean, like, if you want. We could even arrive at
seperate times. Hey, we could even pretend we don't even know each other
at all." Mulder paused. "Although, wait, no, okay. I'll meet you there." He
hung up before he could do any more damage.
Mulder looked at himself in the mirror. 'I need to brush my hair', he though
patting his hair. 'Wait! I don't....I'll not even get changed I'm gonna wear my
track suit, yeah, yeah.' Mulder thought again, ruffling his hair so it was even
messier.
"I'm not even going to shower," Mulder said confidently. Mulder went to his
small bathroom, and started to brush his teeth. Then he stopped. And spat out
all the toothpaste. 'Now, my breath is minty fresh! AHHH!" Mulder shouted
at no one in particular.
Mulder hurriedly ran into his kitchen and started eating all the foul things that
had been found in his fridge when he had moved in. Old garlic bread, rotting
onions, and some cat food. Mulder licked his palm and smelt it. Ah, much
better.
Mulder, with his horrible breath, stained old track suit, and messy hair left
his apartment and began his drive to The Spy Lounge.
It's just fun to be Mulder.
Well, it's fun to be Krycek too. When I feel murderous.
Orange juice is yummy.
I'm brushing my hair. Speaking of which, I really need to get my hair cut. Heidi, I think you should get your hair cut, if you want to get it cut. Don't even think about what other people say or anything.
I'm wearing a cow shirt. It says 101 Cowmations. Now, is it just me or is that clever? Yeah, it's probably just me.
Heidi, come get your CDs tomorrow. Cause, I promise to make sure that no one is online from 4-7. I cross my heart and hope to die. I'm very sorry I'm on the internet right now. Honest.
Yeah know what? I need to post my second favourite part from "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". Here it is
See, missles were flying at the Heroes. So Arthur, being the true genius he is, turned on the Improbability Drive. Turning those missiles, into a bowl of petunias and a very surprised looking whale.
This is the complete record of its thoughts from the moment it began its life till the moment it ended it.
Ah...! What's happening? it thought.
Er, excuse me, who am I?
Hello?
Why am I here? What's my purpose in life?
What do I mean by who am I?
Calm down, get a grip now...Oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it? It's a sort of...yawning, tingling sensation in my...my...well I suppose I'd better start finding names for things if I want to make any head way in what for the sake of what I sahll call an argument I shall call the world, so let's call it my stomach.
Good. Ooooh, it's getting quite strong. And hey, what about this whistling roaring sound going past what I'm suddenly going to call my head? Perhaps I can call that... wind! Is that a good name? It'll do...perhaps I can find a better name for it later when I've found out what it's for. It must be something very important because there certainly seems to be a heck of a lot of it. Hey! What's this thing? This...let's call it a tail-yeah, tail. Hey! I can really thrash it about pretty good can't I? Wow! Wow! That feels great! Doesn't seem to achive very much but I'll probably find out what it's for later on. Now-have I built up any coherent picture of things yet?
No.
Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about so much to look forward to, I'm quite dizzy with anticipation...
Or is it the wind?
There really is a lot of that now isn't there?
And wow! Hey! What's this thing suddenly coming towars me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like...ow...ound...round...ground! That's it! That's a good name-ground!
I wonder if it will be friends with me?
And the rest, after a sudden wet thud was silence.
That's exactly how it is in the book. Well, cept I changed one word to heck. Isn't that just the best thing ever?
Ah, I'm going to reread the book I think. It's just so full of goodness.
Depeche Mode is gone. Let us all cry....Yeah I didn't think I'd hear crying either.
I mean, *sobsob*
Oh, and I'm very pleased. Hi Cam!!!! Good ole Cam. Hey Cam, you have real nice hair.
Jamie has to stop blotching.
The fool.
Hehehe Fool.
No one's playing Harvest Moon!!! Will wonders ever cease.
Wait, no. My mom's now playing her shooting violent game.
http://www.nttemp30-22.wineasy.se/martin/biljettdirekt/mr_nice.html
Jamie isn't following the law. According to Meg.
I'm a teenaged dirtbag. I could listen to this song, a million times. Let us say, that this song, is in fact, My Song of a Lifetime.
We're singing. There isn't anything better. Then listening to a song, and singing it with your friends.
Okay, maybe writing a song with your friends.
*ahem* This is how a song goes, that I will be making into a cd.
Dododododododo
dedededededede
dododododododo
dedededededede
Pure Gold.
Gonna watch movies tonight.
Gonna play Harvest Moon tonight.
Whoohoohoo
Oh, and I'm going to take over the planet.
I just have to figure out a way, to lure all the mice on the planet into a large cage, which has a running wheel.
Reckon some cheese'll work?
Life. The Universe. Everything.
First person who has the answer gets a big hug!
