Those would be the first words to the Russian version of the world-popular song "Dragonstea Din Tei" by the Romanian group O-Zone...although, the songs is more popularly known simply as the "Numa Numa" song. Perhaps you've seen the fat man doing his little dance and "singing along" to the catchy dance tune <=very funny. If you've NOT seen it, it is a must. The video has been featured on numerous news broadcasts in the States as well as abroad. Google "Numa Numa Dance" and have a go.
Because of the word "eponymous", I stumbled upon an automatic ephemism generator...pleasantly to say, I found a fairly funny one = 'The last time I had this much fun, I was skinning the parcel.' <=Don't know exactly why it tickles my pickle, but it does.
Tomorrow, I must traverse to Target in State College for some
simple gift returns. Turns out that the Target wishlist that I sent to a select two people doesn't seem to tell either when a certain article is ordered, therefore creating couplets of gifts...funny, really. It will be fairly complicated because my mother unit hasn't found the reciept/invoice from her internet order, but my gram has. I will be returning two things from my grandmother unit and one from my mother unit. Thank Jahova I'm not the one with the checkbook...OR the age appropriateness of being of credit-card age. ::performs sign of cross::
What did
I get for X-Mas, you ask? For starters, a healthy boost to my already beautiful DVD collection, including the complete Alien Quadrilogy, Mean Girls, and The Interpreter, to scrape the top of the addition. A shiny new Canon SD550 PowerShot Digital Elph 7.1mp 3X optical zoom 2.5" screen digital camera graces the top of the Christmas gift list. An iDog, electronic Sudoku puzzle handheld, and many clothes also fall in there somewhere. From the stocking - lint rollers, a mini-slinky, gum, and Starbucks Peppermints = all very good and thoughtfully creative. Also an IR keyboard for my Pocket PC...now I can get in trouble in school for taking TOO good ov (haha...that's the phoenetic Zaevodnik in me) notes!, those shitters. Mona, being the cutest Pupsi that she is, sent me some heavenly Hanuta chocolate hazelnut waffers (?...pretend you can see these in your head...I mean, it's 2am...do you really think I am up to describing some bag of German candy/food?!). In the box were also Jumpys (German version of cheese-puffs [almost] in the shape of kangaroos [haha...funny Germans]), b.a. shotglasses from various Deutsche provinces, Lebkuchen (gingerbread) chocolates (chocolate-covered gingerbread chocolates, that is...confused again?...), South Park boxers (WOOPS!, wrong PACKAGE!! [HAHA...didn't even mean it, but, pun intended!]). The sweet picture frame she sent with our pictures in it is amazingly arresting. Alright, enough of that...sorry for the inventory, but this blog will also help my Libran mind to separate what I had aquired before 2005 and after 2006, comprende?
Milk Inc. and Groove Coverage have been the subject of the last four hours of my iPod listening time...all stemming from the Rue 21 speakers that spewed "Poison" by Groove Coverage. Of course, at the time, I didn't know this was the title; But, through careful listening and
simple memorization, I committed some of the words to my RAM and Googled them within quotes - perfect match (Jesus...Google is GOOD).
You know, I had no idea that DSL was so fast...I mean, when compared with 56kbps over old analog phone lines. Going from a max of 3kbps download speed to between 50kbps and 100kbps download speeds is a major thing; I wanted to cry at the beauty of it. I seriously can't even imagine the speeds of WildBlue satellite internet service that we plan on having installed after the whole after-nondenominationalmas financial funds (ha) are straightened out ::crosses fingers while praying::. That will truly be the happiest day of my life. It is so totally illogical that
I, as a
HEAVY internet user does not have a broadband connection. I mean HEAVY. Eleven hours on Sundays. No break. I shouldn't have to put up with shit such as connecting two and three times because the phone line is a pure asshole. I shouldn't have to wait for fucking RADIO to buffer. How is THAT even logical in the first place? Why can I hear regular radio stations perfectly fine after being transmitted through God's fucking
AIR yet I must WAIT for audio to BUFFER?! Perverse bullshit called upon by Lucifer himself can only describe this hellish action. And I wonder why I have anal spasms?
It was a sweet Christmas anyway - was the first year that I didn't depend on ANYONE to bum money off of for presents for others...AND the first year that I had saved enough (as well as had come upon enough) money to buy everyone I wanted to at least one nice gift, which made me feel very good, and also have some left over to boot.
