Planet Ohmygodaventiseatingmyslipper

Hey guys! I'm quickly popping in, I should be studying geography but I thought that I would take a break and write a quick post.

(Note: This post is absolutely and completely random. If anything, it's more for me to look back on and laugh at, but you're more than welcome to be in on the joke too)

To me it seems that most msn conversations go like this:
Person 1: *sees someone has signed in & initiates a conversation* "Hey"
Person 2: "Hey"
Person 1: "What's up?"
Person 2: "Not too much" *pause* "You?"
Person 1: "Same"
*awkward msn silences ensues*
Person 1: *After several minutes* "So... How about the weather .. Erh.. I mean, I g2g."

You know if you start talking about the weather you are so far beyond doomed it is just best if close the conversation and step away from the computer so you don't damage your reputation more than you already have - if that's even possible.

In today's society weather is like the lowest common denominator. *Raises eyebrow*

I do believe that most normal people will agree with me: this tends to be the norm for msn conversations unless one of the parties need something, then the conversation is basically the same with a more needy tone and is dragged on longer.

However, as you probably know if you read the title (and who doesn't read the title?!), my msn conversations are pretty much the opposite.

Last night I was supposed to be preparing for my co-op examination. Of course, those who know me know that I am the biggest procrastinator in this world, perhaps even this universe. So naturally, I'm on msn talking to anyone who will respond. Below, in screenshots, is just an example of one conversation I had, out of several.

(Please note that names are blacked out for privacy: I'm the person with the black writing, and my friend's is the purple. Click on the pictures to enlarge - please don't strain your pretty little eyeballs: I would hate to be responsible for making you blind, especially with something as stupid as this).

LOL ... And that is what I do when I'm bored/procrastinating.

Damn, I'm cool.

On a side note, I really am from planet Ohmygodaventiseatingmyslipper, but I'm going to ask you to keep that quiet. I really don't want to be kidnapped and stuck in a government lab and then prodded at with *insert a scientifical word here*.

Man, my brain is not working today.

So Basically...

I'm feeling quite hyper right now, and in the mood to write, so I think I'm going to write another post while I'm at it - lucky you guys.

This is something that happened to me last year, and it's quite random (are you noticing a pattern yet?) but I still find that it gives me a little chuckle whenever I think about it.

Last year I was sitting in class, and I'm going to be honest, I really didn't want to be there. In fact, that's kind of an understatement: I wanted to be anywhere but there (even if anywhere was in the Amazon being chased by rabid alligators, or sitting in a bathtub full of purple Koolaid).

I was listening to the lecture intently - and by intently I mean in between my brief naps - and I noticed the teacher kept saying the same phrase, 'so basically...' over and over and over again. Being as bored as I was, I decided to get out a piece of paper and count how many times she said it in a 5 minute span.

I counted 8 in less than a minute, and each time she said it I would snicker to myself louder. By the 10th time I was having a hard time containing myself, and the person who sat next to me looked over and shot me glance that basically said 'are you high?' (I wasn't, although, I'm sure she wasn't the only one who was thinking that that day.)

And damn, the fire alarm just went off for real - which sucks because I was really in the writing zone.. Oh well, continuing the story.

After she shot me the glance, and because she hated the class almost as much as I did (no one could hate it more than I did - although several people came close), I let her in on what was so funny. The teacher kept saying it, and we were breaking down in to hysterics. We literally could not contain the laughter and everyone, at somepoint, stared at us.

I think the count was 18 times, but we didn't count for the entire 5 minutes because we were interrupting the class with our muffled (or at least semi-muffled) giggles. If looks could kill, we would have been annihilated because our teacher was shooting daggers at us.

Normally, I'm not that disrespectful in class (or outside of it that matter), but that day was an exception because I really didn't care at that point. Besides, there wasn't a real harm in it, it was fun!

I think it was a kind of you had to be me or her moment to fully appreciate this story but, I'm publishing it anyway so I don't forget about it, that, and because it's random - kinda like this whole blog.

The bell is going to ring soon, so I'm going to log off.

Talk to you in awhile crocodiles.