SMACK

This afternoon, I found myself standing in the shower gingerly touching my head (no pun intended), wincing, and wondering "Why me?"

When I was falling asleep last night, thinking the same question, the bruise wasn't quite as much of a lump. A painful lump, yes, but not a mountainous lump. But while I was innocently sleeping, it probably doubled in size and changed a few shades darker purple - I wouldn't know. Im growing hair over it.

I also thought that same question several moments after I gained my monumental bruise.
I was in the bathroom, looking for my toothbrush (turns out it wasn't there anyway, so I suffered for nothing). I knocked something from the shelf under the sink, so I naturally picked it up.
It was the 'up' part that I regret.
My process of standing up was... interrupted... By the bathroom sink....
I wish I hadn't felt the need to stand up so fast, because I hit my head so badly that it took about 5 seconds for me to get over the teeth chattering, vision blurring shock of "what the hell just happened?" to fully register just how much it hurt.
Until I realised the pain, I was wondering how on Earth my mum didn't wake up from such a thump.
As it throbbed and got hot, I thought about what I might have done to deserve it.

I remember when I was little, if I hit my head on something, or jammed my hand in the door, my nana would tell me "you tell that door to behave! You tell it that its a BAD door"
So I would, Id say "bad door!!" Then I'd hit it. And it would hurt.
Problem not solved.

Keep on digging, Mate.

You know, how some people just keep on talking and everybody who's listening can see that they're just pissing someone off. And they just don't even notice, they keep on talking about things. Then eventually, they notice what they're saying and try back tracking. But everything they say from then on digs them in a deeper hole.
It's like, Ive had it done to me heaps of times 'cause I have orange hair.
It's usually if somebody asks me if my hairs my natural colour.
And then someone spits out "well of course it is, WHO would die their hair ORANGE".
Then the backtracking starts. Theres two options that result from that comment, its either trying to dig themselves out like; "I didn't mean that your hair isn't nice.. I just mean that most orange hair isn't nice. Yours is more of a .. gold... and you just... you can pull it off.... Your skin tone is... it goes with your hair... and... and you like... you know which colours go well with... with it....."
Or they just laugh. Its like, either way is bad because nobody believes the digging and the laugh means "Well, It's still true".

Or theres the back handed compliments. Those are usually intentional though.
"See? You don't look fat in THIS one."
Or those comments when somebody's a bit TOO surprised.
"Wow! You actually look nice today!"
Adding actually is another, it implies that you thought otherwise. So when its put in a compliment, it means that they didn't think you were capable of accomplishing what they complimented you on.


Oh yeah, I cant drink milk in the mornings. It makes me feel sick.
Goodbye cereal.. its been good knowing you....

slips right through your fingers!

Time does, doesn't it?
Slip through?

Im my last post I said I'd right about  bunny within the next 4 days - Ha! What a joke! How long has it been? It must have been double that if not triple!
And what have I been spending my quality blog writing time doing? I have been vacuuming, learning the carpetcourt computer system, playing minecraft (man, my minecraft house is absolutely A-MAZING), and baking yorkshire puddings.

All worthy time wasters (appart from the computer system - booorrrinnnng), but none quite match up to writing a healthy post. A healthy post about bunnys, even!

Yup, thats right, Rodger is a bunny. Or was he called Rodger then? Hes now known as 'bunny' - I personally think that the first decision of 'fluffles' was the best option for him, but sure, bunnys equally as childish.

He's my sisters way of getting over her ex boyfriend. Some say 'to get over someone, get under somebody else', but buying a rabbit did the trick for Sta! That shows that meaningless sex doesn't solve all of lifes problems... Who knew?
You learn something new everyday!

He's a miniature lop eared rabbit. And since he's also a kitten (a baby rabbits called a kitten too, for those with a smaller amount of useless trivial knowledge than me), he's even smaller than 'miniature'.
He enjoys biting people and peeing on the couch, but he gets upset when you walk away from him because unlike normal rabbits - He's an attention seeker.

Weirdo.

ASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFL:jtrlkhntl;dk

I have so much to complain about right now, but complaining about it will only get me into ten trillion times more trouble. I've written about 4 posts so far, the first was angry and bitter. Filled with snide little immature comments. The second, showed a little more maturity, but was still lacking in the calm-and-collected department. The last two were very mature, and very calm, but still ... Well. Lets just say that I'm better off keeping my mouth shut and sucking it up.

Which is a oxymoron. I can't suck something up with my mouth shut (get your minds out of the gutter, you idiots!).


Yes, I am just going to take the back seat and sit this one out. I'm sure that this little spat I'm stuck in will eventually resolve itself. All the complaints can swirl around in my head and I'll try to get satisfaction from the thought that at least this wont last long. Well. Actually. It probably will last ages....
But I can do my best to make it a minor problem thats more like a buzz in the back of my head, then the current screetching car alarm celotaped to my face.