So..BIG REVIEW TIME

Still more changes. I might be going insane, yadda yadda!
You know, some time back in Italian class, we had to talk about our food likes and dislikes concerning traditional Italian food. There was also parmesan cheese and I kind of went overboard and burst into a full hate-speech on parmesan. Something along the lines of: "Odio il parmigiano. É schifoso. Schifosissimo! Non mi piace affatto!" which translates to "I hate parmesan. It's disgusting! Most disgusting! I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL SERIOUSLY FUCK CHEESE I'M GONNA BURN IT AND THROW IT ON OUR STUPID TEACHER!"

So, then last weekend, while visiting my friend J, she cooked pasta and sprinkled mozzarella over her noodles, so I decided to try it, too. And to my surprise, it tasted really good! When I had noodles then, today, I ransacked the fridge for some sort of cheese, knowing we still had some parmesan in there. (That makes it sound like our fridge is huge and really filled, when in reality it's a tiny excuse for a fridge, always void of any fresh food whatsoever, since veggies will rot before either my mum or I eat it and the same is true of fruits, but added into the mix comes my fruit acid allergy, so we only ever have bananas or melons in there, if at all.)
You can guess I was overjoyed when I found some and then had way too many servings of pasta with asciutta sauce and loads of parmesan. So tasty!

"I'm sorry, cheese, I'm sorry. I don't think I would throw you at my teacher after I lit you on fire. In fact, I'm just gonna light my teacher on fire, not you, you're far too delicious. I love you!"

Fun for all ages; resemblances
to real life objects are unintentional!
For god's sake though, don't
google 'anal rocket'!

All in all, this gets 10 of 10 anal-rocket-points!


 This cheese-filled post was brought to you by the local asylum, housing of all kinds of people, including this blogger right 'ere!

I'm a pervert.

You may know this, but I'm gonna tell you anyways.
I love making up perverted sentences out of harmless, innocent things. For example, today my Math's teacher (who has a nice backside, as we have decided in our circle of girls; but from the front - or rather the side - he looks like a bird. His nose is thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis long) said something which is an Austrian saying, something with lawnmowing. I don't recall, but I told my friend that 'Hey, if this was another guy, like, for example, Thomas, I'd totally tell him to mow my lawn.' She laughed. Really hard. (y'know what's hard too? Wood. :D)
I love being perverted.
And my friends have to love me, too, because otherwise they wouldn't like me. I'm a 'That's what she said!'-person. I am dirty. But that's me, I guess.

The Most Awesome Dream.

Like, yep, I had it tonight. But I won't post it because it's all been said before and it's just old shit. Even though it was really, really sweet and cute. Ohmagawsh. I hate myself. So hard. <.<

And now I'm watching Batman Forever (guess who wrote Bateman and is a raging lunatic? NO NAT MEEEAAWW.) which is cool and I guess I do not dislike Batman like I thought. Well okay, that maybe because Christian Bale played Batman once, in another movie. (Batman Begins I think?)
WOOO BATMAAAAAN!

I think my mask of sanity is slipping..

Quoting American Psycho here, I think I'm getting weird.
Today I woke up and (that's a bit disgusting) having had my period really strong tonight, I bled on the floor and just stood there for a minute, not knowing what to do. I figured it out, though and came back to wipe the blood, the only thought on my mind being ''If somebody sprayed Luminol here, you'd think I murdered someone.''
Then I continued reading my book, even though I was really tired after having only slept for 6 hours.
When I finally finished it and was starting to fall asleep, my mum was making ruckus. I think I even heard a male voice, but then again I could have imagined it.
Oh yeah, did I tell you that I've been having hallucinations? Nothing bad, just seeing silhouettes standing in the kitchen when I walk by, or hearing breathing noises next to me when I'm alone in the room. I'm not even scared by that anymore <.<
Well, now I'm sitting here and my hands still smell like garlic, even though I've gone totally OCD and scrubbed them with soap like five times. And I made food with garlic in it YESTERDAY.
And my back hurts. And my mood is as bad as it could get.

And my cat bit my hand, but it was more like a nibble and it was really cute, she's been sleeping next to me all day and is my little baby ♥