Salka

It's 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen', no? And yes, it's crap. I hate most movies, to be honest. There are really few GOOD ones.

Isn't that the way it is in England at the moment, too? It seems to me that in Ireland, we've had the same idiot Toasitsich for years now. Taoesouchit? Taoshauct? How do you spell that? I don't even know how to spell that. His name is Bertie and he hit on my Mom last year while drunk at a wedding. Tsoaschat? Toeisachst? Prime Minister... P.S. he hits on everybodies Mom, not just mine.

I remember doing that with Adventergamers, except I was hoping the forums would be more intelligent than the website. Of course, they weren't.

I am an optimistic person! I am confident that Kerry, the lesser wanker, will prevail over evil!

I was just talking to somebody about how I hope to visit San Francisco, and how, when I get there, I'm going to crash at Chris Remo's parents house, accidentally invite all of San Francisco to a big party there while his Mom and Dad are away. And then, when the place is completely destroyed, we'll only have 24 hours to clean it up, get the stains out of the carpet, put euroturf across the lawn, repair the expensive Ming Vase in the hall and dry clean his Mom's favourite evening dress before his parents get back, and we'll only JUST glue the FINAL piece onto the vase and dive on to the sofa before they get back. And his Mom will step into the lounge and go, "Hey Chris. Wow, the place is really nice. I knew I could trust you guys!" And then we make it in to a movie and make billions, or at least, a couple of hundred dollars. Then I realized I probably shouldn't suggest this back to Chris because, in my experience of doing shit like this, the other person looks all crestfallen and says something like, "Oh, you can't do that... not that I'd mind but... my Mom died last year...so..." Seriously. This happens to me the whole time. Here's some examples of similar lines; "Well... my best friend died this time last year sooo..." "My Great Grandmother is DEAD." "I don't like riding bicycles down grass verges onto main roads ever since my cousin tried it..." And once, I dialled a wrong number and asked for Sarah, and this woman started explaining that Sarah was on life support, and I was talking for about two minutes before I realized we were talking about different Sarah's and I didn't even KNOW the person I was talking to, at which point I said, "Oh, hang on, I have the wrong number. MY Sarah is still alive. Sorry! Bye, bye, bye!" I mean, it's not like I've even done anything wrong. I didn't kill your goddamn parents in a head on collision with another car. I didn't push your brother off the roof onto the spiked garden fence. I didn't push the vending machine onto your Uncle. I didn't even make your Grandfather eat lots of high-cholesteral food. So why do I always feel so bad when I hurt other peoples feelings? They're the ones that should be crying, for god's sake, not ME. They're the ones with the dead relatives. Anyway, I've decided that I've spent too long pussyfooting around this place, trying not to stay stuff in case I offend people by bringing up painful memories of the past. So, it's time to sort out the people with dead mothers, from the people with mothers that are still alive, and what have you. Before I hurt someone's feelings

BoooOOOOooOOooooOOoOOOOOoooo....

Oh, man, I feel kinda bad for the dude that voted 'yes'...

Everybody has to act the spoiled brat SOMEtimes. Hey, twatty twat twat, I once had a dream about you, too. Well, Earthworm Jim, actually... but, you know...

Seriously, loads and loads of my dreams take place on a train. Old Fashionedy ones with big windows. Once, Chris was a trolley guy on the train, and other time, I sat opposite my half sister I've never met and didn't realize it until I woke up. And once, I thought I was on a train, but it was really an air'plane. I don't like dreams about rollercoasters because I always end up clinging to the bars with the rest of me flying out being the damn thing. And also, I once had this really awesome dream about an elevator that kept flying up and down and it was really cool. I also used to have a recurring dream about a house by a pebble beach and a lighthouse, that had a bent parking meter behind it. It was really weird. It was always night time, but I was always discovering something new about it. And this one time, when I was five, I used to have a recurring nightmare (I never have nightmares now) that my entire family was running in a marathon and they all ran faster than me until they were little dots in the horizon and then disappeared and I gave up and started crying. How's THAT for symbollocks-ness!

Àwww, shit, I'm the only person that voted 'yes' and now I look lame and crap.

Man, have a little respect for other peoples feelings, would you!???

Treppy, I once dreamt that you were my gay best friend. I mean, his name is Padge, but we were on the train (a lot of my dreams seem to take place on a train, especially ones about people I know online) and we were talking about these people we often spoke to online and we figured out that we knew each other online and it was weird and cool. And I said I thought your name was Buddy or something and you/Padge said, "I just didn't want people to track down this gorgeous body of mine." or something. Something like he would say. It was also weird and cool because the train was travelling across the sea. I also once dreamt that Tim Schafer was in my school changing rooms (we never actually used them for changing, just for throwing our bags in to...) and he was just waiting around for something to happen.

Sadly, there is more Chemistry going on in my Geography Class than there is in my Chemistry Class.

I've had dreams about you all before. Sorry about that. What did I do in the dream, Kingz?

Yeah, and when Waterford is a located in the Lost City of Atlantis, as according to educated people that study that sort of thing.... EDIT: And my name.

What do you think? I am pretty sure they can...

A fictional one.

Oh yeah? Then how do you explain THIS?

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Chemistry.

No. I don't. Mom is always late picking me up from work anyway, so it never matters to me. I am so nice to customers. Seriously. You want excellent customer service? Phone PC world between 12 and 6pm on Saturday and ask for Rusalka. Anything at all? Give us a call!

NO I FUCKING DIDN'T. I'M STUCK IN A GIANT PUDDLE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING MUNSTER, I CAN'T LEAVE THE HOUSE AND I LEFT MY CHEMISTRY BOOK IN FUCKING SCHOOL WHICH IS SO OVER THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING COUNTY IT'S IN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT COUNTY ALTOGETHER. So no, I didn't really resolve my dilemma.

See, before Ireland flooded and I was forced to cancel my trip or swim across Waterford, I was going to take my laptop because they don't have DVD players in Galway. I ripped Shaun of the Dead and The Living Daylights off DVD* on THIS PC, where they worked just fine because obviously I had the codecs. They wouldn't work on my damn laptop, but as it turns out what I needed was something called DIV50 or something, I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention but anyway it works just fine now. I hadn't actually realized that I'd need a set of codecs to play AVI as apposed to DVDs or something. I don't know. Hello! *Note: I own these DVDs. I just don't like carrying them around Ireland with me.

You've got red on you.