Christmas has passed! - 27th December 09

Alright, so. It was christmas like a whole two days ago! YAY! JOLLYNESS and shizz.
Nah it honestly wasn't that bad. I DID miss like, the whole thing at mums. But its okay, I got to say hello to all my cousins and aunties and uncles and grandparents... so thats what counts. And. I wore a santa hat. You now, influencing the christmas spirit and what not.
I was at dads place for majority of the day, and that was funfunfun! I had a glass of "lindauer fraise" ... which is just pink wine. And I put blue M&Ms in it and it went blue. Im pretty sure I made it like, 20 times cooler than its original level of coolness (which was actually pretty high, seeing as it was already pink and didn't taste all that disgusting).
I also played a small amount of table tennis with my soon-to-be-step-brother. He beat me.. even though he's younger... by a few years... But yeah, can't say that wasn't a surprise. Ive only played like twice in the past 3 years.
Uuuhhh we had this steaky and noodly lunch. And. I still smell like garlic. For desert there was jelly, pavlova, trifle, caramel, cream, fruit salad e.t.c which was YUM and made me feel very sick! My stomach was like "fml!" and almost imploded.
Well. It would be more appropriate for a stomach to explode actually. More dramatic too, I'd imagine. Because stomachs are internal organs... if it imploded, it wouldn't look that impressive to all the people who are walking by.
But if it EXploded... then.... like, blood and guts would fly everywhere and.. yeah. Gross. I shouldn't go into so much detail.

Okay. So. I also painted my soon-to-be-step-sisters face as a butterfly. She was PUUUUUURRRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. er. Purtyer? Prettier* than usual. Cause of my extreme face painting skills... actually nah. It wasn't my best butterfly. But it was rainbow colours, so that kinda made up for it.

Errrrrr.. after I left daddies place (in a mess, there were potato pieces EVERYWHERE), I went back to my mummies and started feeling kinda sick:( So I had a cold shower - in which I took my phone with my and txted in. It SEEMS like a silly idea. And it is really. But my phones already breaking and I need to return it like, tomorrow, so I gathered that not tooooo much damage could have been done anyway.

Me myself and I were having an internal debate on wether or not to stop blogging actually. I have been trying to make my mind up wether I will give a certain someone a few rules when it comes to reading my blog and then wishing to talk about the content of it in detail afterwards. Or. If I will just stop blogging all together and solve the problem that way.
Which I cant say I wanna do, I mean. I love my bloggeroon.
I've apparently decided to keep it for the time being! Because I know that there are people out there who (surprisingly) enjoy having a good read of this nonsense.

Uuhhh new years in a a few days, I'm pretty excited. Even though I don't know what I'm doing yet. OOOHHHHH my mum and her fionce are bitching about something in the lounge. Idk what it is. I just heard the tone of voice change and it was like "OH! so thats what he thinks! how does he know that?!" idk. Its something that they were reading out a txt that they were angry about.
Oh well.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Fck you?

Arrgggghhhh this is the stuff. Yeah. MAN. Life is good right? I think that if life got any better then I would ACTUALLY implode with happiness. Im pretty close to it now actually, I can feel a pretty intense implosion coming.. it feels similar to when you need to sneeze, but instead of just that silly feeling in your nose, its ALL over your body. And your skin kinda glows...
And no. Im not just pregnant! My skin is glowing because of the pre-plosion symptoms!
Thats how happy I am. Implosionably happy.

..

Not actually. Life is pretty much as bad as hedgehogs drinking milk (they're lactose intolerant, btw, for all those non-knowledgeable on hedgehogs).
SO. Um, I have my two art boards due in tomorrow at 1pm, Im currently supposed to be desperately painting to finish them on time - seeing as tonight's my last night. And then on friday, (Not tomorrow, but the next day) my two photography boards are due.
SO HEY GUYS!!!!!!! IM ONE GIANT BALL OF SCREAMING-IN-MY-HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF ANYONE WANT TO JOIN THE PARTY, FEEL FREE!!!!!!!!!!! ITS GREAT! IM FEELING ECSTATIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just want to throw my toys out of the cot and have a classic, loud, violent, rolling on the ground, smashing things tantrum. I reckon that would make me feel a little better.. even though it wouldn't solve anything in the slightest. But some how breaking things always makes me feel better :) So does chewing ice cubes. Its just such a violent noise that it makes when you crack them in your mouth, don't you think? I know that it would be a different thing if ice cubes had feelings. Then it would make me kinda sadistic. But okay! if thats how its going to be! then FINE! IM SADISTIC TO ICE CUBES.

*takes incredibly deep breath*
I've managed to avoid the things which are actually making my life difficult at the moment. I suppose i should leave it as a secret. They aren't the kind of topics of you can bring up in everyday conversations. It would be like :
"oh yeah, I had pizza for lunch on tuesday too"
"wow! thats so cool! I have syphilis"

But not as extreme, you know. It would be awkward.

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