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( o->-< . ) <--- me and my life in a nutshell
My lasagna doesn't really look like it's supposed to. It's quite funny actually - I take the most idiotproof dish there is - I mean, you get a box of spices and the pasta-thingies and instructions on the back. Of course... This time I took vegetarian quorn instead of meat (I know, I'm as close to a vegetarian you can come without actually being one) and maybe the sauce didn't exactly cover all the pasta-thingies and maybe the glassbowl I used was a bit small... Oh well, if it tastes good I won't complain! If it tastes good...
My Christmastree is up now and since I am the wonderful, adorable and oh-so-friendly person that I am I figured I'd invite you into my head so you can share the joy I had of getting it up.
Oh shit, I hope there are no spiders in the box. [I have a fake tree.] Is this the bottom? It's bigger than the others. How many are there? Oh, three. This has to be the bottom. What's this? Plastic? Huh? OH! The stand. Well, that makes sense. So if I just put this plasticpiece into this plasticpiece it should... yep. [I feel incredibly proud of myself for being able to locate the stand and move on to the tree.] Big part, big part... Oh there it is. And it fits. Yay! Smaller part... Is this the right one? Or is it this one? No, it has to be this one, it's much bigger. Why are there screws here? Think, Anna, think. Ah, to steady the tree in the foot. Hard little buggers to screw in. There, steady. Deep breaths and move on to the branches. Were they this tight last year aswell? Maybe if I push them apart...? Oh shit - did I break it?! Nah, it seems fine. That is one good-looking Christmastree. [I have to tell myself this even though I know it looks so fake not even a dog would want to pee on it.] What's next? Christmaslights... You enemy from Hell! Well, these seem to be in order. Hrm, how am I gonna do this? Randomly or mathematical? Remember when you've tried random? [I usually got really pissed, messed up all the lights and left them for my dad to deal with.] Ah yea... mathematical it is. Hrm, there are eight levels and 16 candles. That makes two on each level. That outta work. If this one goes here then that one goes there... Oh well, it's almost perfect anyway. Oh, and every bulb works. This just keeps on getting better and better. Now what? The glitter garland. Why did I buy three boxes of that? Haha, I really went crazy last year. If I start from the top and go around and down... Oh, I really did need three boxes. Jeez. Time for the Christmastree balls. Oh my god, how many boxes did I buy? FOUR?! Oh well, I suppose the tree is like me then - glorious and just a tad too much. If a silver one goes here, then a red one goes there...
Wow, it's done. Spire-time! [Since I can't reach the top of the tree I have to stand on my bed.] It's sitting askew. Maybe if I stretch... I really hope I don't fall over the whole damned tree now. There. Perfect!
Time to taste the lasagna. This should be fun...
Santa Claus is coming to town - Futurama version:
He knows when you are sleeping
He knows when you're on the can,
He'll hunt you down and blast your ass
From here to Pakistan
You better not breathe,
You better not move,
You're better off dead
I'm telling you dude
Santa Claus is gunning you down
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