Make me beauuuuutiful...

Wait a minute, I think I heard that one before.

Bored once again, but not without a purpose (weeeh an improvement!)

So I decided to grab my fat ass to the bathroom and begin with the arduous job of becoming something close to a women...again. Because, yeah, summer can be great for tanning and having fun at the beach, but when you stay at home and all your friends are away (or half sleeping half dead) then what can you do?

Well, I eat ice-cream like a pig.

But that's beside the point.

The thing is there's nothing to do, and or you scratch your tummy all day long and lurk around your house wearing PJ's, smelling like..er..bed, or you beautify yourself to the point there's nothing else you can fix (unless you go under surgery).

Of course there's a last option which involves answer a series of silly tests e.g: 'how gay are you', 'what kind of cow are you gonna be in your next life', 'which God suits you better', 'how many children you think you are not gonna have', etc. Which may or may not be better than reading Tom Cruise's last adventure.

Edit, 4th option:
Dani just gave me the link to My anime list, and I have the feeling it will keep me occupied until the last day of my life.

I think I just found a purpose for my existence. Yay!

In other news: I was thinking of starting my own religion. Why not? maybe I could lure Brad Pitt into my small cult...or The Rock, who knows, I might be the next messiah and I've been waiting for being discovered all this long...

Er...I think I should stop listening to Trance music.

Newsflash: I just ran out of ice-cream and I'm waiting for the ants to come and attack my poor and defenseless glass, but they don't know that I'm just waiting to squash the MOFOS.

Fun facts: After washing my hair my headache disappeared, which means the dirt was getting too heavy for my neck. I'll remember to wash it more often because I like my neck.

Hmm, last night I dreamed that one of my old University pals was pregnant, and it was a BOY, I wonder if I should write her name here just to cackle at her reaction. Funny thing is that almost all the dreams I have come true. Except for the one I had the other day which was related to martians, and some guy with a metallic helmet and metallic hands. Long story.

Now that I think of it, it was rather kinky...metallic hands, hmmm.

Oh, Andrew is in Argentina looking for some Yiddish pals...or something. Yesterday he was freaking out because he couldn't find were to sleep, he said he was so scared he wanted to use his 'chilean' to keep the thieves away. Man, when a north American guy begins saying that kind of things makes me think we are so screwed. Way to go Chile! C H I - L E, CHI CHI CHI - LE LE LE VIVA CHILE!.