Tillbaka till (o)verkligheten

Då var det dags att ta tag i livet igen. Första september, och högskolestudierna har dragit gång igen.

Bitter sweet, really.

Till att börja med ska jag läsa Language Analysis och Culture and Representation fram till slutet av oktober. Intressanta och spännande kurser, och jag ser verkligen framemot dem! Att träffa alla härliga uni friends var underbart. Jag är redo för mitt andra år!

Igår kväll fick jag och en vän (för enkelhetens skull kommer jag att kalla honom för 'Friend') spatt och spader på allas våran Facebook. Och ja, det är i min logg. Läs och begrunda the Captains näst-intill övermänskliga list.

Captain Fluffles: Titanic is sinking in the kitchen again...

Friend: GET THE ICE IN THERE! KILL THAT BASTARD LEONARDO DICAPRIO. KILL HIM KILL HIM! Or wake him up since clearly he's in a dream in a dream in a dream being subjugated with inception.

Captain Fluffles: You just fucked up my head.

Friend: I'd add the term "skullfucked" though it just doesn't work here. Enjoy your evening

Captain: Geez, thanks man.

Friend: You're most welcome! By the way, the kick is comming in a while. Don't worry if you hear music.

Captain: Not if I kick you first. Ha! There! I still rule! Now lick my converse clean.

Friend: It'll be hard to do that in all the water that will be surrounding us in a minute. Look out the window, is that a drop of water I see?

Captain: I'll handcuff you to a pipe. There. Byeee!

Friend: What pipe? You mean this one? drbongs.co.uk/images/glass_pipe_sh-2_big.jpg

Captain: You're such a troll. I only get high on tea. I left the keys to the handcuffs in the Atlantic Ocean. And I ain't getting an axe. The pipe is now a waterpipe, firmly attached to the soon-to-be wreck of the Titanic. I'm taking Leo with me. See ya!

Friend: As the troll I am, we're now under a bridge. Give me three fiddy to cross or I will eat your goats!

Captain: Goats? I don't see any goats? Oh, you mean these killer sheep that grow as big as elephants when enraged? Oh, okey, you can have them. But they really dislike bridges. And trolls. Good luck!

Friend: Killer sheep! Yikes, I best advance with these toxic carrots which I will stab them with! Now we're in space, Leo is outside. I shall have him freeze!

Captain: Oh, I don't really care about Leo. In fact, you can join him in outer space. You seem awfully fond of him, talking about him all the time. Here, I'll give you two some alonetime. What do you mean don't press the red button? What? I can't hear you! Ooops. Seems like you and Leo are kinda cold out there. No? Can't speak? Such a shame. Well then, I'm off to have tea with Joseph Gordon Levitt. Toodles!

Friend: It does not matter, for as you think you send us into outer space you actually send us into paradise! Where we will have scones, wake up and poke you endlessly since you're still asleep! Hoho! The dreamer has not awoken!

Captain: Man, I have Joseph Gordon Levitt. I win infinitely.

Friend: Shi.... I'm stuck with Leo. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Det är så en slipsten ska dras. Eller i alla fall en helsjuk konversation. Hej normality!

/Your wicked Captain