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[06.07.09] |
Having a sister that's doing a graphic design study is pretty awesome. She helped me make ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pepz's birthday present, which was inspired by our mutual fangirling of [this comic].
( And then we added glitter. )
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| EPIC WIN, NORWAY. |
[05.17.09] |
Just spent a few hours discussing the Eurovision with twistedlilstar and Ivana. Much awesomeness, but Germany was totally underappreciated.
NEXT YEAR I WILL VISIT INGRID AND SEE THE FINALE LIVE. Or something.
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[04.25.09] |
New haircut, new hat...
I'm totally ready for the Elf Fair tomorrow. Bring on the awesomeness!
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[04.14.09] |
Am at dauwschijn's place in Leiden, hijacking her internets, and wanted to update about life, the universe and everything... but I have nothing to talk about.
Except that I had cake at work, so I win.
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| On how I love my crazy family |
[02.19.09] |
Having no internet for a few days, my sisters and I went almost crazy with boredom. Yes, it's pathetic to be so incredibly attached to the possibility of being online, but that really is how it is with us. So when the mechanic came to give us a new modem, we opened the door with a little dance of joy, which freaked him out slightly but not as much as Evelyn and me proclaiming him a god and bowing down to worship the glorious giver of internets when he was finished.
The look on his face was identical to the look on my sister's face yesterday, when mum found a condom in the dryer (I do not know nor do I particularly want to know how it got there) and gave it back to her, saying: "Here, it's clean now. You can use it again."
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[02.07.09] |
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My sister and I have something against anwering the phone when it's an anonymous caller. Mostly because we've had a stalker for a while that kept calling our landline anonymously and then hanging up after ten seconds. It got so very annoying that we simply refuse to answer the phone now, unless we know the number or if it's to our mobile phones.
So, yesterday, Evelyn got a call from a number she didn't recognise. She's even worse about her paranoia than I am, so she handed me her phone and told me to scare them off with a phone sex voice or something.
I pick up, and with the most breathy voice I can muster, say: "Hello, Wanda's house of erotic pleasures! How may I serice you today?"
My sister's boyfriend, who called from the training facility for living on your own, didn't even miss a beat and replied: "Not you. Evelyn can!"
Laughing, I toss the phone back to my sister, but not before hearing him yell at his housemates: "Hey, guys! Anyone know how to turn this thing off speaker phone?"
Well. At least it wasn't my grandmother calling this time.
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