Ugh. I love sushi, but since I met Heinrich, I can’t touch it. I feel sick as soon as I smell fish. Like now. Au contraire, I would love to have some japanese sweets (just look at that marvelous colourful stuff…mm…*drools*) right now. Did I mention how I actually am supposed to hate McDonalds since I watched Super-Size Me? Well I do but McFlurries are absolutely lovely!
Oh, I’ve just realized: you don’t know who Heinrich is … yet! Well here we go: I slept over this morning. Like every wednesday morning. I think my brain’s messing around with me, doing it on purpose because biology isn’t really my thing. It’s true, especially not in the morning. Luckily I hadn’t eaten anything. I mean, we dissected a fish. I called mine Heinrich before we even began.
My friend told me it wasn’t good to start a relationship with things I’m going to dissect. I couldn’t help it. I’m not even sure what’s more fucked up: a) Kids that laugh while cutting appart an innocent creature (don’t get me wrong, I’m not the vegetarian type of girl, crying for poor little fishes usually, but Heinrich might have changed my point of view) or b) the bloody smelly fish, which all made me want to: a) cry and b) throw up.
Well anyway, I thoroughly blame Nick Hornby for oversleeping. Him and his oh so catchy and funny books. I bought High Fidelity and I can’t stop reading. He’s making me smile constantly! It’s even impressive I’ve put it aside to blog. Anyway, I must’ve been reading till early in the morning since I fell half asleep in the maths class (luckily my neighbour kept poking me awake, even though I don’t think the teacher would’ve noticed since he’s a total goof >.>).
By the way, did you know braces have fucking colours? Who’d have thought of that! Wow! I mean, there surely are better inventions than making braces colourful, sheesh! Like a combination of this and my iPod headphones (and don’t tell me I only know this stuff because I’m swiss. I don’t even like skiing and snow and cold and snow and did I mention skying? I _don’t_). Seriously, I keep having knots in them and that’s more annoying than any fish in the morning. I swear – and not like a sailor. Who are you even to tell people that they swear like sailors? Do you know how many sailors you might have offended with this? Just because you once met a sailor with tourette’s it doesn’t mean any sailor in the world is a tourette’s (faker)! Jerks, all of you!!*
Love you guys,
xx Mél
*You think I’m a hat0r? I’ll give you hat0r:
“(Dave Matthews fans are like the trans-fats of fandom: oversaturated with obnoxiousness, found everywhere, and impossible to get rid of; for example, they only refer to the band as DMB… you can’t abbreviate the word ‘band’ assholes, it’s a band by virtue of the fact that there is more than 1 person in it, and for the record, adding the word ‘band’ to your name doesn’t make you any less of an egotistical shit head). Man, you know what I hate? Dave Matthews.”
That’s pure hate. And I love dave matthews band.
Now hush, go and be happy.
May 14, 2009 at 12:13 am |
Wow!! I can’t turn my back for four hours, and you change everything?!
I told a nutcase friend of mine about your fish with a name and what you had for dinner. I told her I felt bad for leaving you tonight, when you were sick. She sympathizes. See? There are some sane people in the world. Their own world, but oh well.
She also called her sewing machine “Gloria.”