The holidays are over, and all I have ever done in that time was to slack hard enough to put even the fattest sloth on earth to bloody shame.
...so, I was watching a re-run of Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers.
Of course, MORE EPIPHANIES CAME INTO MIND!
1)Gandalf might just be gay.
2) Sam might be just be gay, too-
Well, I was going to say how gay Frodo is to Gollum, too (and how fun it is to fast forward their entire dialogue to see how ridiculous their facial expressions are), when I got interrupted by the following phone call, viz:
===PRESENT TIME===
Telephone: *ring, ring*
Fateen:*picks it up* Hello?
Telephone: Hello, can I speak to mr Abdool Samat, please?
Fateen: No, Mr ADBUL SAMAD isn't at home at the moment.
telephone: Then can I have his handphone number?
Fateen: I might, nut you can't reach him at the moment - he's in Malaysia.
Telephone: Malaysia, ha? OKay, wrong number.
Fateen: Excuse me, but where are you from- eh? Hello? Sir? Hello? WHere are you from? OI! *line goes DOOOOO* YOU BITCH!
===END CALL===
Right, Dad's gonna be mad at me for not knowing the asshole's name. It's his fault for hanging up. Fufufu.
Anyway, I'm bored...
...and is planning to read LOTR out of it.
I just like the elves; they're drop-dead gorgeous (well, maybe not so, but the hair is just so damn PRETEEEH, D:), live ASS-LONG LIVES and are freaking BADASS.
Not to mention having nice names.
...I wanna name my next pet 'Haldir'. Someone give me a rock for my birthday so I can do that.
SERIOUSLEH~
IN ANY WAY, WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL, FELLOW SLACKERS OF E36B~! (Okay, my bad; if any of you get offended by that, I'm dreadfully sorry.)