NO.

Its time to stand up and shout NO! at the person, place, time or thing that been bugging you. Yell no to all your hearts content and have a right old tantrum about it.
NO! NO NO NO FXCKING NO!!!!!!!!!!!! nNNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!
Try it in different volumes, tones, pitches or mix it up with some different accents! A foreign no is just as satisfying as a good old classic no. Get all that negativity out there and just scream NO at the top of your lungs, I know that compromise is a wonderful and helpful little thing, but SAYING NO JUST FEELS GOOD.

Be immature about it! Start saying no to everything!

Can you do the dishes? NO
Do you want me to make you some toast? NO
Whats on TV tonig- NO!
Whats WRONG with you?? NOOOOO!!!
Why are y- No! NO NO NO NO NO NO
This is redicu- nooooooooo! COME ON! JOIN IN!
What? You want me to just.. say no?
No, I want you to just say no.
I just said that.
... No.
Okay. No.
NO!
NO!!
NOOOOO!!

No is an amazing stress relief. The world cant get you down if you just blatantly deny it! NO its not raining today - while your soaked head to toe from the shit weather. NO you didn't run out of milk - While your eating wheatbix dry. NO you didn't just drop your cellphone in a puddle - While you press the power button hopelessly and wipe the mud off it. NO you didn't crash your car, NO you didn't have a terrible nightmare last night, NO Your cat didn't get hit by a car.

And then you sit there after you've lost your voice and stamped your feet till they hurt. And you remember that you can say no all you like, but that wont fix anything, and your cat is still dead.
Sometimes, when you wanna scream no, you've just got to take a deep breath, put your chin up, and take a quick walk down acceptance road.

Yes. My cat oscar got hit by a car on new years eve. I miss him.

Oscar

I walked down the driveway after school today, silently begging the clouds to hold off their down pour at LEAST until I'd made it inside, and I see that Oscar was patiently waiting for me on the front doormat. He was all curled up and he meowed at me.
Well. I like to think he was waiting for me, be he was probably just sitting there because it was the only dry patch on the drive, and he didn't want to get wet feet.

So I gave him a big cuddle and talked to him about things like the doormat and the weather and his little feet... Then I had to go around the house to get in and I said "You wait there Oscar or your feet will get wet!"

So I braved the wet grass and managed to get inside un-rained on and quite happy, I walked down stairs and opened the front door to find Oscar still patiently waiting there for me to let him in.

I like to think that he understood what I said to him, that he would get wet feet, and thats why he didn't follow me. But it's unlikely.
When he started his (unbelievably slow) decent through the door way, he stretched and then sharpened his claws on the doormat. Then I grabbed him and tried pulling him inside because he had disturbed and ants nest while he was sharpening! THERES AN ANTS NEST IN OUR DOORMAT!!! WTF?!
But no. Oscar wasn't having any of that. No way was HE getting pulled inside.
He struggled and shot straight back outside to sit on the doormat.

He first inspected the ants, and watched them panic. Then he sat on them.

Faces and arms.

So, exams this week right?
Thats not too bad, just an extra helping of stress with a side serving of sucky. If it had a creamy go play in traffic sauce drizzled over top it would be a pretty appetizing meal.
We could have a wonderful desert of strawberries and cream - OR RICE PUDDING. Wow I haven't had that in ages!!! AHHH I WANT TO MAKE IT. Okay. Its a done deal. Im making it this weekend, and you'd better not get in my way or I will mow you down with determination and bla bla bla...

But yeah, can't say I'm particularly enjoying examinations. Or much, at the moment tbth. Just the fact that I know Im going back to school on thursday is already ruining my Friday. Is that sad? I think it might be just a little bit sad.

But yes, I was thinking about all this shiz that makes life unpleasant (my word of the week). And it figures that if you don't put your own little bits of fun into it, then yeah, it will look like a down right nasty world out there. The things I've done today to make my day just the smidge better are things like drawing a face in my cokes condensation, laughing at the naked man on a bottle of "Ultra wipe out!" dvd/game repair kit' and singing elemeno p to my cat Oscar. He sings back sometimes, the brilliant little being he is :)



But yeah, the naked man. I don't understand why he has to be naked, what does that have to do with cd cleaning liquid? Unless its making a point that it removes skin cells from the cd, and finger prints.. or body prints... or... you know... any fdsfdls
I sneezed twice and now its cold! Oh well.. I could always go put clothes on.

See, Im naked too...

Not really. But that would be fun.
Oh! I was thinking last night, while I was with a bunch of my friends - so it's surprising I didn't bring it up to anyone. Imagine if humans didn't have arms! Like seriously, imagine it, tshirts wouldn't be tshirts anymore because there wouldnt be a t. They'd be like, lowercase L shirts. And hugs would be really awkward, unless people developed a way to hug with their legs, that didn't scream sex.
And you wouldn't be able to do anything, except walk. It would cause so many problems if we didn't have arms... My blog wouldn't exist. What a horrible thought, how could anyone in the world live without my insanely hilarious ramblings.
Kidding kids, theyre sanely hilarious, no insanity here.

OSCAR - Drain.

Okay, so dad Lochy and I get home and stop at the top of the drive way in the car - so we could wave at the russian children.
We then hear this faint "meow". We were all like what? because we were in the car, and Oscar doesn't go anywhere near the top of the drive way right?
So again we hear a meow, but it was a bit louder and angrier. We were all pretty confused. Looking around in the car incase SOMEHOW miraculously Oscar got inside. Then again MEOW!! And dad was about to drive on, thinking Oscar must just be outside, but I was like no no, wait.
I get out.
I hear it again, but louder. MEEOOWWW
I start walking towards the end of the car...
MEEEOOOOOWW
There was this drain at the end. One of those ones with bars across it.
So, I walk up to it and look inside it. Oscars face - COVERED IN MUD - is peering up at me... from in the pipe. Not in the little space under the bars, he was IN the pipe. Meowing.
I start laughing right, the russian children and I are watching him. Lochy runs up. Dad comes up.
Oscars like FREAKING out about the russian kids who were really quite distressed for his well being.
haha dads like "you STUPID fucking cat", Im like "uumm.... I don't think kids like that language. . . "

Any way, so we free him. He was totally covered in mud.
So naturally dad was going to wash him - I, being his wonderful daughter volunteered for the job..
I mean, showering a cat can't be that hard right?
Turns out Oscar doesn't like showers..
But he did let me wash him more or less.

The thing is, that.. how did he get in the drain? Like, he must have climbed in it somewhere else, then gone through all the pipes and tunnels, and ended up at that drain at the top of the drive... He must have gone through about 60m of pipe before he got there...

What. An. IDOIT.