Typing what I see. Delilah here!

Right now, I'm typing what's happening right this second. And I can actually type freaking fast! Why do you see me update every freaking day?

At the moment, Zim and Dib are playing the PS3, Calli's catnapping next to me, and Gaz is actually out skiing.

The four of us actually have the room to ourselves because the rest of the kids were out doin' stuff, too.

And yes, I counted Calli, too!

I would have listened to my iPod, but it's charging in the outlet near mine and Gaz's bunk.

Zim was going crazy and yelling at the TV. "I COMMAND YOU TO GIVE ME THE 'SHROOMS!" he shouted.

Dib looked at him with a WTF face and a sweat-drop. "Dude, we're playing Formula 1 Racing, retard."

"SHROOMS!"

I cracked up under my breath.

Zim unexpectedly smacked Dib on the forehead. He cracked up laughing as Dib paused the game and rubbed his head.

He turned to me. "And you love this thing HOW?"

"Because he's funny and cute," I answered.

Zim stopped himself from laughing by sucking wind really deeply. I think it was too deep though. "Zim, you're gonna-"

*Hiccup*

"... That,"

"You aliens get hiccups, too?" Dib sounded really surprised.

"I've never *hic* heard of these so-called *hic*-ups!" Zim hiccupped through his words.

"Wait," Dib tried to intervene, "I'll try to scare you." He looked away, but quickly turned back to Zim with THE stupidest face EVER on the face of the Earth!

He started cracking up again, but harder.

"Stop with the faces," I said to Dib.

"Can he breathe?" Dib asked me.

We looked at Zim with sweat-drops.

"I don't think so," I replied. He was laughing and hiccupping so hard, he really freaking did fall and roll on the floor... LAUGHING!

WOW!

Now this is a ROFL!

"C-Can't *hic* breathe!" Zim was trying to talk to us, "... Someone! *hic* kick me in the stomach!"

Dib and I looked like WTF.

"KICK! K*hic*!"

Dib obeyed without question. He jabbed Zim in the stomach, but it didn't do anything. Zim coughed, but that's all.

I shook my head in disappointment. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and pressed it on Zim's face. I wasn't trying to suffocate him, but I tried it on myself before with laughing AND hiccups, and it works pretty well with both.

I heard laughter dying down and I took the pillow off. Zim stopped laughing.

But the hiccups were still there. I didn't leave it on long enough.

"Hey, thanks *hic* Dare," Zim said.

"Yeah, for the laughter," I replied.

"God this is too funny!" Dib started laughing.

Then HE fell on the floor.

And HE then laughed harder.

Aw shit, here we go again!