Ever felt like buying another planet? No, seriously, haven’t you ever thought of having a planet of your own? I bet now a lot of guys are imagining planets full of food, naked chicks, and TV. And the girls are thinking of planets where Louis Vuitton is free for everybody and Baskin Robbins and Doughnuts make you healthy, and thin.

What I’m thinking of (Plus the LV and BR dream) is a planet where I choose who lives with me, and I make the rules… I think I could do it, Since Leos are leaders (Hint Hint Burp Burp to Purg)

1- No bombs and no guns = no wars.
2- Knives that are programmed NOT TO KILL. They’d have a smelling device that makes them soft if they smell human flesh.
3- Free food and water for everyone, no more EVIAN that spells Naïve when the letters are backward.
4- All women’s feet are very comfortable and sexy in boots and heels that are made for running (I said it was a dream!)
5- Only hot guys are allowed and soul mates find each other magically just in time when they need each other, no broken hearts or angry parents.
6- No Ugly teachers with disgusting habits like snorting and making fun of students, and releasing wind.
7- Everybody is nice to each other and whoever’s mean and bad-tempered should get immediate therapy because they might have nice loved ones that they need they feel like they can change.
8- All men are great in bed, all women are satisfied and not cranky 24/7.
9- Since everything’s free, men don’t get nervous breakdowns because of their wives spending and women are fabulous looking and happy all the time.
10- Periods don’t hurt (LOL!).
11- Women look hot without make-up and men DON’T wear make-up.

*Sighs* Ba3ad Shinsawe….. Dream on, me, dream on…

I have no idea why I get all my weird blogging thoughts in my Phonetics class. Barney.. erm… the doctor is just so weirdly weird, I think he’s a huge source of weirdness vibes that just exudes (big words, 3ishtaw) a lot of weirdness vibes that just ever so simply slip through my brain and out of my hand in the physical shape of words that somehow stick together and make sense in a weird way.
Today he’s wearing a brown leather jacket that acts the same way as copper is to electricity. THE VIBES ARE ATTACKING!!! AAAHHH!!!! Take to effing jacket OFFFFF!!!! And don’t even try to act sexy doing it!!!
The Johnny Bravo/Elvis/John Travolta in Grease look isn’t working!!
Now he’s criticizing my transcription for the word “diabolical” with no reason and picking out really measly pronunciation problems between the English and American! Why doesn’t he just slap me? It’ll be less painful!
Oh God! I’m getting visuals of the doc dancing along to Grease Lightning and I feel like I’m going to laugh any second now. Bas el sara7a, the color brown suits him, it’s the same shade of brown Barney wears. (if you think it’s the dinosaur, I have to correct you and tell you that it’s Fred Flintstone’s friend)

Hmmmm…. Two bald spots on the back of his head…

Hmmmm…. The jacket is lopsided, the collar is screaming out: “HELP!! I’m sliding!! AAH!!”

Hmmm……. He’s….. AAHH!!! OH MY GOD! WHY AM I LOOKING AT THE DOCTOR!! He’s short and bald and WEIRD!! It’s the vibes, I tell you!!!

I can’t wait to leave the class… Now he’s pronouncing “pooooooooool” in the strangest way ever… puu…..puhh… AAAHHH!!! STOP IT!!
I know that the letter “P” is Bilabial (using both lips)! Stop making me do it in public!!! *pants*
Khalas ….. khalas….

bye