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My net was down for the day, because my provider apparently decided they don't love me anymore (but the guys in the helpline do, since we now have a very close relationship after me calling them up seven times in an hour...).
When it was back up, my Mom took over, and if you ever have a depression I really recommend watching my mother trying to fight pop-ups... *click* *click* *click* DIE YOU FUCKER! *clickclickclick*
Awesome stuff.

Mom being awesome, part 2.
Yesterday, Poland-Croatia football game? We watched it, me and mom together. Yeah, weird, but hey, weirder things happened... probably.
Ten minutes into the game:
Me: Which goal-keeper is ours?
Mom: The yellow one.
Me: Okay. *pause* Then why are we trying to shoot at his gate-thingy?
Mom: We're not. They are.
Me: No, we are.
Mom: No, they are. See, the blue ones are trying to get the ball in, the yellow one is trying to save it.
Me: Mom, we are the blue ones!
Mom: No way! We are the white and red ones!
Me: No, they are! See, the blue ones have Polish names on their backs!
Mom: *pause* Who are we playing with, anyway?

Also, a highlight of the day?
Grandpa called. He rarely calls, usually my Grandma does. And this may be the reason why...

Grandpa: So... *pause* How are you?
Me: So great! It's negative!
Grandpa: *long pause, then, carefully* What?
Me: Pregnancy test, of course.
Grandpa: Is your mother there?

I swear, it's too easy. I know I shouldn't, I know, but I was caffeinated and just finished watching King Baby ep of CSI, can you blame me?

And on the topic of CSI. Am I the only one who thinks they are really lucky all the crime scenes are in really clean houses? I mean, if I was ever killed in my room? They wouldn't find anything. Or rather, they would find a lot of shit, but no useful out-of-place purple fibres on spot clean white carpet. Instead, they would find many different fibers, paper-clips, little paper bits, random nail... I mean, seriously, when I watch the show I have this need to clean up my room so they can find my killer... it passes in about five seconds, so that's good, though.

And randomnly, I wonder what happened to all My Little Ponies I used to have. Did I give them away? Probably, yeah, but maybe they are in one of the boxes in the basement... *ponders*
I know I gave the movies away, which was stupid, cuz now I kinda want to watch the one with the muddy thing filling up the valley... it was kind of fun...
On the related note, if you hadn't read My Little Ethereal/Occult Beings by

lovelyzelda (a My Little Pony/Good Omens crossover) then you've never read the ultimate crack. I dare you not to laugh once while reading it. Come on, try :D

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Hahaha. Your mum is so amusing =D

I used to have My Little Ponies too. I loved them :D

It's not nice to play mind games with your grandparents. ;)

That conversation with your mum was funny. :)

I sometimes wonder what the crime scene investigators would make of my apartment if I were ever a crime victim and they had to investigate. Would they think that the bad guy ransacked it, or would they eventually realize that I made this mess myself?

jest 1 w nocy a ja nie moge spac. wiec postanowilam zmeczyc oczy wpatrujac sie w ekran. moze nawet pozabijam paru orkow.... jestem chora. jeszcze nie wiem jak dlugo ale chyba bardzo bo mnie wysylaja do lekarza... dam znac jak bede w stanie myslec.

I get so paranoid when I watch CSI. Half the stuff in my room could be incriminatory....because I almost NEVER clean. And, I am a complete hoarder. I have boxes of just...stuff. And all this stuff all over the place. And stains on the carpet. And yeah, stuff. I also get that urge to clean when I watch CSI. I would feel embarrassment from the grave if people ever had to go through my room.

I'm in agreement about the CSI thing. My room they'd be like... ummmm... lol

you are delightfully evil darl :-)

I wonder about the whereabouts of my My Little Ponies too. I'm thinking my mother gave them away one day when I wasn't around, but then again I managed to savemy Polly Pockets, so one would think I could hang onto those Ponies...