Last night, as I'd been sort of relating to Danielle, my mom started freaking out. I think it was like 10:00 or 10:30 or something. I can't even remember what she actually said, but it was surely something along the lines of, "Oh. My. God. There's a cockroach!" And she then proceeded to try to explain to my sisters, who were down there with her, where the bloody thing actually was.
Being the hero that I am, I grabbed a napkin left over from when I'd consumed vast quantities of Jack in the Box food and headed downstairs, where my mom was standing in this extremely tense and awkward pose--you know the one, where she's holding her wrists to her collar bones and her fists are balled in fear and apprehension. She mentioned something about how glad she was I there, and explained where the cockroach was several times while I was trying very hard to stare down my foe and not laugh.
You have to understand, my female relatives--the older of my younger sisters in particular, but my mother as well--are so extremely fun to laugh at. They just keep doing things. I can't even be bothered to explain it further since I won't be able to really convey any sort of understanding besides, "Oh yeah. So apparently they... do funny things." So I'll save my wrists. Anyway, what was simply lovely was that my mom would, in intervals of roughly four seconds, say things like, "I swear, if you let that thing get away, I'm going to kill you." And this would make me laugh, naturally. Every time the thing twitched, turned, moved, she'd freak out and start castigating me for not going out and getting the thing.
But I was patient, and vastly the intellectual superior of my adversary. Soon enough, the poor fool decide to start running (towards me, of course; it was more or less cornered so it didn't have many directions to choose from, and roaches don't turn particularly well when skittering). I leapt down and caught it. I was once more annoited hero.
And then, as any good brother or son would do, I proceeded to threaten my sisters and mother with the napkin holding the roach carcass. Absolute hilarity. I tell you, I got a great deal of sweet laughter from that whole adventure, enough so that I gave myself a sweet-as-sugar headache that impeded sleep until about 4:00, 4:15.
So now, I'm really tired. And in calculus class. (Which I skipped yesterday in favor of playing lots of Civilization 4. I really wish I'd done something more productive like finish my fucking essays.) But it's the last day! ^.^ Well, the final's on Monday. But it's the last day of learning new material, most of which I will likely never use unless we use vectors all over the place in economics.
Now for another blurb! About news! (It's like french fries--so many respectable blogs nowadays covers news in some respect, so you feel like you have to keep up. Not that Hasta la Byebye is exactly respectable, but humor me.)
Andrés Manuel López Obrador, stop being a fuckwad! While it's entirely possible that you indeed won the presidential election in Mexico, abusing your powers as mayor of Mexico City to try to sway popular support (and the notoriously independent Trife) is a very icky thing of you to be doing. Maybe I'm just biased against populist dickheads in Latin America who know jack but to rouse rabble. Honestly, your rival Mr. Calderón, isn't my favorite choice, but then again sometimes you dislike all the candidates in a race. But really, man, you're contesting results from 55,000+ of the ~130,000 polling stations, compared to 1,500 from Calderón's PAN and 800 from the old rulers, the PRI. Bad Mr. Obrador! Bad! Stop being a fuckass!
And class started like two minutes ago. So I shall leave. Hasta la Byebye, suckahs.
Being the hero that I am, I grabbed a napkin left over from when I'd consumed vast quantities of Jack in the Box food and headed downstairs, where my mom was standing in this extremely tense and awkward pose--you know the one, where she's holding her wrists to her collar bones and her fists are balled in fear and apprehension. She mentioned something about how glad she was I there, and explained where the cockroach was several times while I was trying very hard to stare down my foe and not laugh.
You have to understand, my female relatives--the older of my younger sisters in particular, but my mother as well--are so extremely fun to laugh at. They just keep doing things. I can't even be bothered to explain it further since I won't be able to really convey any sort of understanding besides, "Oh yeah. So apparently they... do funny things." So I'll save my wrists. Anyway, what was simply lovely was that my mom would, in intervals of roughly four seconds, say things like, "I swear, if you let that thing get away, I'm going to kill you." And this would make me laugh, naturally. Every time the thing twitched, turned, moved, she'd freak out and start castigating me for not going out and getting the thing.
But I was patient, and vastly the intellectual superior of my adversary. Soon enough, the poor fool decide to start running (towards me, of course; it was more or less cornered so it didn't have many directions to choose from, and roaches don't turn particularly well when skittering). I leapt down and caught it. I was once more annoited hero.
And then, as any good brother or son would do, I proceeded to threaten my sisters and mother with the napkin holding the roach carcass. Absolute hilarity. I tell you, I got a great deal of sweet laughter from that whole adventure, enough so that I gave myself a sweet-as-sugar headache that impeded sleep until about 4:00, 4:15.
So now, I'm really tired. And in calculus class. (Which I skipped yesterday in favor of playing lots of Civilization 4. I really wish I'd done something more productive like finish my fucking essays.) But it's the last day! ^.^ Well, the final's on Monday. But it's the last day of learning new material, most of which I will likely never use unless we use vectors all over the place in economics.
Now for another blurb! About news! (It's like french fries--so many respectable blogs nowadays covers news in some respect, so you feel like you have to keep up. Not that Hasta la Byebye is exactly respectable, but humor me.)
Andrés Manuel López Obrador, stop being a fuckwad! While it's entirely possible that you indeed won the presidential election in Mexico, abusing your powers as mayor of Mexico City to try to sway popular support (and the notoriously independent Trife) is a very icky thing of you to be doing. Maybe I'm just biased against populist dickheads in Latin America who know jack but to rouse rabble. Honestly, your rival Mr. Calderón, isn't my favorite choice, but then again sometimes you dislike all the candidates in a race. But really, man, you're contesting results from 55,000+ of the ~130,000 polling stations, compared to 1,500 from Calderón's PAN and 800 from the old rulers, the PRI. Bad Mr. Obrador! Bad! Stop being a fuckass!
And class started like two minutes ago. So I shall leave. Hasta la Byebye, suckahs.
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