Again, my thanks to those who reviewed.
Now, have fun with this.
I'm off to work on my literature essay.
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Post Six
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My Bro is an A-Hole
Maple, now I am seriously confused. Now I have what, eight followers all of a sudden? Who are you guys anyway? (I kind of do know who you are, but I still ask myself that question)
On second thought, never mind. After all, I am the one who shares sometimes extremely private details of my personal life on the internet since my sheer existence remains unacknowledged in the real world.
Yeah, so I've turned out to be a blogging attention whore, so what?
I'm tired of keeping it all in, all this bloody frustration that keep on building up inside of me, and I try to get it out through these passive-aggressive rants, supposedly.
Okay, now the passive-aggressive emotional bullshit is out of my system.
Let's get on with things, shall we?
I got kidnapped today, kind of, and it wasn't even the usual Al-dragging-me-to-places-I-seriously-do-not-want-to-be kind of kidnapping, but rather closer to an actual abduction (a surprisingly pleasant abduction, but still an actual one, courtesy of the hockey team at HI).
For the record, I was dragged into a car on my way home from campus and taken to an undisclosed location for a party / NHL highlights marathon. I didn't protest, much, once I had established the identity of my so called kidnappers and what they were planning (I still considered beating them all senseless with a hockey stick for surprising me, but was persuaded to refrain from doing so by Tino, the born negotiator).
Anyways, this weekend definitely made it into the top ten for me, even if I were a some point forced to call home and ensure that they didn't call the police and file a missing person's report and whatnot, but now afterwards I really can't see why I bothered in the first place; they rarely realise I'm there anyway so why would they notice my absence?
Also, Al threw a hissy fit when I called, proclaiming that he was going to come and save me and whatnot, demanding that I tell him where I was, something which I pretended to be ignorant of when I hinted that I had unexpectedly gone soul-searching in the Rocky Mountains.
A while later AK called, asking me why Al was pestering him about letting him borrow his motorbike (indeed, AK has one, from his time as a delinquent… and he still uses it on occasion), snorting with in disbelief when I explained the situation to him. Then he proceeded to ask whether I needed a ride home or whether I had one already.
I ended up riding home in the back of BO's car, sprawled across the backseat while nursing a severe hangover and feeling sorry for myself in general while the designated driver, the silent Swede (Berwald), and the guy in the front seat, a still tipsy Tino Väinämöinen, engaged in a pretty one-sided conversation with Tino doing most of the talking and the radio filling out the silence with the sound of some old Swedish pop. ABBA, I think.
When I was finally let off on the street outside the house, I was met with the semi-amused visage of AK as he tended the rose hedge and he then posed a polite but still rather amused inquiry as to whether I had had fun or not. I was just about to try and offer something slightly humoristic when Al suddenly came storming out, threw me over his shoulder and forcibly carried me into the house under my indignant protests and physical struggling.
I was dumped into an armchair in the living room and interrogated, bloody interrogated, really, by an idiotic brother who seemed to be under the impression that I was a Soviet spy or something.
Gee, Al, get a reality check, would you?
I told him so, repeatedly, and then I tilted my head to the side and said something like "Why is it any of your business who I see and who I hang out with? It isn't like you cared before or anything, right?".
Now, for whatever reason, Al seems interestingly convinced that Ivan and I are an item. I wonder where the Hell he got that idea from? O_o
Anyways, in case you're reading this, Ivan, please don't kill me.
Kill Al, it was Al who suggested it.
Also, if you decide to get on with it, please perform the deed with a hockey stick and film it?
I would really like to see my brother's untimely demise since my own attempts on his life has so far been pretty unsuccessful.
That is all for today, goodnight ^ ^
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Entry posted on October 3rd 2011, at 23:54 Local Time.
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Earl Grey writes: Well… it would certainly make quite a sight.
Maple Blogger writes: Al being beaten to death with a hockey stick?
Earl Grey writes: Indeed. If it happens and someone catches it on film, please send me a copy. (Though I'd rather see it happen to the Frog actually… I'd even pay money to see that)
Maple Blogger writes: … Will do, AK (Are you serious?)
Earl Grey writes: …No comment.
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Monsieur Amour writes: He still keeps that motorbike around?
Maple Blogger writes: Yes.
Monsieur Amour writes: *le sigh*
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Red Dragon writes: I already said this last time, but your brother's an idiot.
Maple Blogger writes: Again, I'm aware of this.
Red Dragon writes: Loan me a hockey stick and I might be of assistance?
Maple Blogger writes: … Seriously?
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Awesomeness Personified writes: Kesesesese… if you wanted to be abducted Birdie then you should've just given me a call ;)
Maple Blogger writes: Thanks but no thanks.
Awesomeness Personified writes: Why not? Come over and make me awesome pancakes or I might just drop in later and bring you over here myself…
Maple Blogger writes: I'm not going to comment on that.
Awesomeness Personified writes: …Aw, you're such a killjoy.
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Kolkolkol writes: We will become an item, дa? ^ ^
Maple Blogger writes: ?
Kolkolkol writes: I will torture the loud idiot until he loses his voice and then I will beat him to death with a faucet pipe and continue until he is flat so I can cut him up and sell his meat to various hamburger restaurants… all for you, дa? ^ ^
Maple Blogger writes: …
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