Thursday, February 23, 2006

Everyone and their mum

Somedays I oversleep through breakfast. Today I overslept through lunch. The wave of underachievement sweeps over me on days like these. I've been saying that a lot recently.
There was a point today where I had a deep longing to talk to everyone again. Have you ever thought how amazing it would be if you could just summon a friend to you from across the world? Hmm, but what would you do if everyone arrived all at once? That would be weird. I mean, who would you talk to?
Anyway, so today I see James W. Haring III on Skype and I'm so excited. Turns out, it was his mum. She is so awesome and I remember spending quite a bit of time with her when she came to visit in Austria. There was this one morning where Jimmy, Jonny B and myself were out on a run, and we stopped at her Taxi Maxi room to give her a barbershop-quartet rendition of "You are my Sunshine" and she loved it. That was and is a great memory. I think we should be more thankful for mums. Both ours and our friend's mums. Yeah, so I ended up talking to her for an hour, coming to the conclusion that I should call Jimmy and Justin tonight, partly because it didn't seem kosher that I spend more time talking to Jimmy's mum than the man himself.
Here's a picture of me today. Enjoy my burgundy braces. I sure do.
P.S. BJ, Do you remember that German Axe deodorant Johannes got his mum to send us from Germany? Well I found some of that Limited Edition in Austria, so I stocked up. As shown in the top photo. Once again, thank God for mums.

Friday, February 17, 2006

This is worse than that time the racoon got in the copier

After playing Pro Evolution Soccer on the X-Box with a Korean guy for the last 5 hours straight, I come back to my room only to have my nostrils molested by a stench worse than the bowels of Hades…
Ok, so most days I get free milk cartons. Often, more than I can consume. (You see where this is heading). A couple of months ago, I entertained the thought that maybe a substance close to cheese could be created under the sink in my room. It could. However, by the time this was achieved, the excitement at the prospect no longer existed, and the milk cartons just kept on piling up. Little did I expect there to be a saturation point upon which the expansion of the milk/curds/whey quietly burst the cartons, (unbeknownst to myself), seeping something that could be classified as raw evil that permeates the carpet of my daily living.
The smell is so bad, I could throw up, and it would actually smell noticeably more pleasant. I think I’m going to have to sleep in the corridor tonight, or spray deodorant directly up my nose.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Davey got sick

I'm not feelin' too good guys. I have a fever or something. I've been ill for the last week or so, but yesterday and today was pretty bad. I even missed classes... moan moan moan... you know the rest...

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

I do love a good party

Saturday night we arranged a birthday party for 3 of the lads. Much dancing, much fun was had. Although it did occur to me that hardly anyone English was dancing. Strange? No, they're English.
My Japanese and Korean friends didn't let me down though. That's right. Koreans dancing. Actually, do you remember when we found out they rocked at Dance Dance Revolution? Awesome.

This was my birthday present to Simo, the Finnish guy. I portrayed him with Action Man, who had signs to hold up in Finnish, like, "I've been vomitting", "More bear steak!", "Can I bring my laptop into the sauna?", and "I'm going to need a specimen of your urine."
It's amazing what useful Finnish phrases you can find on the WWW.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Psychic Mind Reader???

Someone sent me this, as they were baffled by it, and I wanted to see what you thought.
It took me about 2 minutes to figure it out, but that's because you get these sorta things inside Christmas crackers. Hey, do you guys get Christmas crackers? I can't remember.