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holy shit fall out boy i love you i love you i love you all over again, even more than i used to before if that is possible.

headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet?

yeah. yeah, okay, holy shit. this is me being stunned speechless.

holy shiiiiiiit.

LOL WTF i totally got assaulted in my bus. in the bus, what the hell! like, okay, if someone wants to come and preach to me about saving my immortal soul from the eternal fires in hell when I'm walking in town, then be my guest. but plonking down beside me and invading my personal space (ahaha who am I to talk I always invade people's personal spaces :DD /loser) when I'm READING A BOOK and LISTENING TO MY iPOD = NOT COMMUNICATING WITH PEOPLE? and right then starting to tell me that rock music will damn me to the deepest ends of hell and reading the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy is an offence against God and he loves me and wants to save me and shit? NOT. COOL. not cool at all.

omg dnw. /o\

...I finish work with Noak at 22.20 tomorrow. On a Monday, at 22.20. I work for 5½ hours, with a 1-year old, and I get off at almost half past 10. And also? Guess _where_ I work tomorrow?

In SUOMENLINNA. I'll have to take the ferry from there and then the tram and them the bus and sweet jesus, I'll be home sometime after midnight, oh my god.

I seriously think I'm going to cry.

Exactly one year ago, Friday the 5th of October, we spent almost five hours hanging out in a dodgy McDonald's, discussing everything from schools to gay porn (yeah, what?) to weird songs named Transylvania and bands possibly very gay for each other, and somewhere, at some random moment in the midst of all that, we became friends and yeah, okay, so I love you kind of a ridiculous lot, okay? Tbh, I don't even know how to say it, so. I won't? I'll let a very wise musical group called the Rembrandts do it instead;

someone to face the day with
make it through all the rest with
someone i'll always laugh with
even at my worst i'm best with you.

SO THERE, KID. ILY. ♥♥♥

"Jones is under the command of lord Beckett, they are on their way here."

...THANK YOU, PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, FOR MAKING ME SIT AND PLOT OUT A MCFLY/BANDOM CROSSOVER MOB!AU FOR SEVEN HOURS STRAIGHT JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR BLOODY SURNAMES. Beckett? Jones? SERIOUSLY? I'VE SEEN THOSE MOVIES LIKE 28765273865893798 TIMES AND I'VE NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE!! (Also; 'Beckett wants to see the prisoner!', LOLWHAT SLASHY THOUGHTS? ME? OH, NO, WHERE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE GETTING THAT FROM.)

omg i love my brain. (brb opening word document and typing down 2,000 words of this right now \o/)

omg i also love Sara and Anna, even though Anna kept falling asleep during the 3rd movie and we were like OMGNOOO YOU CAN'T MISS THIS LOOKLOOKLOOK IT'S CAPTAIN SPARROW AHAHA LOOK!, ehehe. \o/, guys!

OMNOMNOMNOM PIZZA <3 and also, anna S yells kind of ridiculously loud when you tickle her feet. DO NOT TRY THIS IN THE TRAIN, KIDS, I SPEAK FROM EXPERIENCE. :PP

and now we've got a crapload of unhealthy stuff to eat, and we're just waiting for the sun to go down so that we can actually see anything, and then! LET THE PIRATING COMMENCE! \o/

LOLOL DEBBIE HARRY IS FEATURED ON FOB'S NEW ALBUM? omgwhat. :DDDDDDDD

lol so at first I slept, and then I just stumbled around like a walking dead, and looking even worse, and then I started cleaning my room and BOOM, suddenly i was Duracell bunny on a coffeine high. I even rearranged my bandom wall! IT'S SHINY AND PRETTY NOW. \o/

anyway, now i'm done, and all my energy's fucked off out the window and i'm feeling vaguely like i imagine a wet rug to feel, so i'm gonna go pass the fuck out. but before that, i'm going to re-read this for the umpteenth time, AND YOU SHOULD TOO! Seriously, you guys, Brendon and the Purple Crayon? A cartoon that Ryan, Jon and Spencer draw to make Bden feel better? The Petemonster? HUNGRY HOBO RYAN?? SERIOUSLY, THIS IS _AWESOME_. GOGOGOGORUN!
http://sekkritbandomlj.livejournal.com/56124.html

OMNOMNOMNOM I totally had a dream about Hot Beanie Guy (aka HBG) from my bus when I passed the fuck out a few hours ago. YOU GUYS, HE'S SO PRETTY, I AM NOT KIDDING, HE MAKES MY LOINS QUIVER! (and he's got seriously amazing hands, you guys, his haaaaaaaands.
...ahum.)
and omg, OMG, DOUGIE LOOKALIKE! (aka HBG's Friend) I just stared and was all "...omg. OMG THERE IS A GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE DOUGIE POYNTER IN MY BUS. EXCUSE ME WHILE I FUCKING _FLAIL_!". (then I sent a flaily text to Salla who called me a freak. hmpf. :PP)

HBG wins all, though. (HAAAAAAAANDS! \o/)

anyway, when I got home I had a shower and then I just passed out on on my bed, being all dead like a... seriously dead thing. oh sleep, I like you so much, when did our relationship become this scarce. after just one blissful hour of sleep the bastard of a brother woke me up, though (which, okay, I had asked him to, but. still! SLEEP!) and I'm almost 100% sure that it was HBG I spotted in K-Market? or, y'know, his seriously hot brother. or then I was just hallucinating from lack of sleep, but. IT LOOKED LIKE HIM, OKAY? OR, Y'KNOW, VAGUELY. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN HIM. I WAS HALF ASLEEP. \o/

...im sorry, this has no point. i'm gonna go back sleep now. :D

(also, I really want to watch the VP-debate with Palin - apparently she was pretty faily? which, hey, no news, but - but right now I think I'd just stare at the screen like a goldfish and then yell random insults at the screen - or, y'know, Sarah Palin, but she wouldn't hear it - and then pass out. I'm fine with the insult part, but the passing out in the middle of the debate; not so cool. so, some other day. AHAHA I WILL ENJOY SEEING YOU GO DOOOOOOOOOOWN, YOU ALASKAN BITCH. um.)

i am looking at picspams and reading his blog because my brain = not a cool place right now, and i have to go back to writing about hieroglyphs or whatthefuckever in a minute, but can i just say UHHHHHH PETEWEEEEENTZ.

sorry for spamming, you guys. :DD