November 5, 2007: Other, Othering, defenestration, conceptual framework, & wuv

TNV: ooooh...*gravitates towards display*
C: I am not buying you a ring. Just because we're living in sin, doesn't mean I'm buying you a ring.
T: (to cashier) Prospective roomates.

mum: Your hair
C:It was on sale...
mum: That's all it takes, huh?
C:I was migraining, I was buying painkillers...midterms were making me a little crazy...

VL: My stomach is digesting.
C: Thanks for sharing.
MW: Please tell us when it reaches your intestine and when it goes from your small intestine to your large intestine. We have to know.

V: The dog is just smothering you with love.
C: Saliva is not an appropriate manifestation of love. In such quantities, anyway. There is a limit to saliva love.

V: The laptop sounded like it just farted. When you said 'disturbingly slow internet at home,' if went 'pffrrrgh.'

V: Everyone's eyes are dull without makeup.
M: Except James Bond.
V: I doubt he's going to wear much makeup.

V: I wish I was hairy.
M: What are you talking about?
V: Then I could have long, thick eyelashes.
M: Are you saying I'm hairy, bitch?

M: What I'm looking for is passionate people, who are going to run with it, and...
V: Oh, my hair keeps my face warm.

U: J.K. Rowling announced he was gay? What's the point? He's dead.
M: I don't want you speaking at my funeral, U.

U: Yo, M, I figured out some more facts about the dying...*laughs*...I'm sorry, I'm so not sounding like myself today. I dunno, I get weird around C.
V: And horny.
U: It's a few days before my period, ok?!

U: Look at me: I'm so starving. I could probably feed like 25 with my meat. That's sordid, I know.

U: Sometimes he does that, and it annoys me.
C: You should have smacked him.
M: Or sneezed on him.

M: I heard J.K. Rowling did a magic trick, and when you go back and read her books, every character is gay.

U: Oooh, that's a nice back!
V: Uyen! That's Britney Spears!
U: What?! It is a nice back.

M: Wow, I thought piercing my own ears was bad, but you(N) beat me with filing your own teeth.

NR: Yes, but alcohol's only good in moderation.
C: Is that you talking?
N: No, it's the beer talking.

N: I'll have my beard and my moustache...you'll be envious.
C: No. I have enough hair issues. My moustache would shed.
N: That's not a good sign.

N: Sniffly?
C: It's raining.
N: It's raining; your nose starts raining?
C: It's like pathetic fallacy.

M: ...Also, you're going to sacrifice your firstborn in my honour.
HW: Ok.
C: Ok.

M: Oh, H, I've probably told you this before, but it's really cool: I'm going to harvest a bone from somewhere else in my body and attach it to the end of my finger so I have a really long finger. What do you think?
H *stares silently*

M: See, imagine I'm scratching your head with my really long finger. I'd be such a cool person. Or pointing at you with disapproval and disgust.
H: Billy Joel is such a cool person.

H: That's another of A and my favourite words: "Other" and "Othering," "defenestration" and "conceptual framework," and "wuv."

H: Why do I have such weird sisters? Why can't I have normal sisters?
C: Then you'd stand out more.

H: Stephane Dion loves the winter. He does! He loves the seasons! I watched a video clip and he said he'd never go down to Florida in the winter because that's just wrong. He loves the seasons. I love Stephane Dion. He says 'What I hate most about winter is people complaining about the winter. The should just shut up and...' well, he doesn't say that, but he loves the seasons and...'
M: Maybe I should eat through my nose.

M: Maybe I should carry around food colouring and dye all my food pink before I eat it...Maybe I should eat through my ears.
H: Or not.

M: What if I put it in my mouth and chewed it and put it back on my plate and chewed it some more and put it back on my plate and chewed it some more and put it back on my plate and then ate it?
C: But that wouldn't involve anything named Chad.
H: I think you should do the battleaxe.

H: Do you know what these are?
C: Scary?
HP: No, they're my grandmother's scissors. Those are the one thing left of hers. She didn't clean them either...

C: I just want to know and get it over with.
J1: It's like Santa Claus. Giving you gifts of pain and anguish and sorrow...I'm watching you now. You can't write things down.
C: Yes I can.

J1: (looking at test paper) He says not to worry about the marks, but I'd still like to know what mine was.

dad: ...and they were wearing orange suits and helmets and they all jumped into the river one by one and swam to shore... it was like a cross between Dr. Who and penguins.