...Or otherwhy's know as Boxing day.
So, christmas is finally over. I gott a load of cool pressents, including a long awaited ipod :) It's a purple nano-chromatic with 16GB!! :D Haha.
Clothes galore, and a lovely pair of trousers, bubly jumbly books.
But boxing day... the day after. The magic has rubbed off and left behind a confeti of used crackers and crubbled wrapping paper...
But this day was even worse. The family came over... My nan was there always in my face half shouting down my ear as she had yet again refused to wear her hearing aid. My Grandad sliding about the shadows saying nothing but staring at the people passing. My auntie came and imediatly blabbering on at who ever was there to listen whilst my uncle helped himself too all of the food in out kitchen, no one even paying attention to little little brat of a cousin I had who insisted on getting your attention my yanking your hair.
So, would you like to come to my hell??
Saturday, 26 December 2009
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
A Day Of Brain annoyances
Ok, so my second post. Allready I don't know what too write. My day I guess...
It has been HELL!
The Hollidays, woopie! Yehh, right...
It would have been ok, if only my brother was off with me. Mum and Dad in work and me babysitting my 11 year old brother... He may be 11, but he acts like he is still 7.
So, my nightmare began when I was woke up at 9.30 by an earth quake. At least thats what I had thought.
My brother was bouncing on the bed.
And you know why?? He wanted me to find a place on his bloody game!! So I was woken up to walk ten paces on this bloody game looking for a "Shrine". Easy, he could have found it by himself. And then, just to annoy me further, he demanded that I sit in his freezer of his room because he was "Lonley". Like he was oldest and had a right to order me about! Urghh!
Well the nightmare continued as within half an hour of being awake, guess what I was being bugged about. Dinner!! Urghh, by God I was annoyed, it was only 10.00 a.m. I especially was because my brother thought it would be a good idea to walk the half an hour treck in the snow and bitter cold, to get us both a pie from the bakers. At 10.00... a.m!
We didn't even have any money!
In the end I had to forbid him from talking about the bakers, so he decided to try a different tack. We sugested walking to the considerably-closer-but-still-too-far-for-my-liking precinct. Even though I told him ten million times that they didn't have fresh pies in!! Talk about a mayjor brain ache... Or if you like a head ache (for all you boring people).
So when he had finally got the picture about the no-walking-outside policy (which happend to be an agonising hour later) he decided it was definatley dinner time. Despite how many times I had allready told that I wasn't even hungry and that he should just get his own food. It wasn't even 12.00 for goodness sake!
In the end I locked my self in the bathroom- the only place in the house that I could garentee a no brother-frequency area. It was good to sit under the shower and let the warm water wash over me- it woke me up (even though I had been up for an hour and a half I was still groggy). Not to mention it relaxed me, let me think straight ya know. There is nothing better than the feeling of the warm water steadily streaming down you, don't you think? Even though you may be completly naked and vunerable. Personally, it is one of the best feelings in the word, by far.
By the time I had dragged my unwilling self out of the shower and was (partially) ready to face my sibiling, he had officialy became crazy.
As soon as I had stepped out of the bathroom he begun his ranting and rambalings:
Talking about how much money he had saved up.
Talking about how long it would take us to walk to the shops.
Talking about how hungry he was.
Talking about what food there was in the fridge.
Talking about, and religiously naming, all of the canned foods in the cuboards.
And I did what only a sane and completly exhuasted person could have done.
My only option...
I tuned him out, ignored him, imagined that his voice wasn't there.
It helped, a bit. It sounded as though there was a bee, constantly buzzing somewhere in the room. I could only just ignore him and focus on what ever I was doing on the internet at the time. I can't remember what this was because I was distracted. Oh well.
He's next to me now, babbaling away about that bloody game again.
Im tuning him out again. I refuse to listen to what he's saying. Oh he's got bored, yes!! He's gone, it's ok. Crisis over.
Well, I ended up getting him to shut up about food by putting on a film- he knows how mad I get when someone talks through a film, I go molten!! Imagine an exploding volcanoe, you don't want to be near it do you? Well, that's like me when someone talks in a movie- you don't want to be there. My friends learnt the hard way :P
Allthough he did put a pizza in the oven just before I put the film on. Spy Kids, thats what we watched. And just like a sad act, I loved it. Ok, ok, it isn't the best movie ever made. But it's that thing of fantasy and make believe that captures me. I read a lot of books, all that don't contain anything that could almost resemble the truth or real life. I love watching Start Treck, Star Wars and O.M.G I absaloutly adore Lord of the Rings!
Yes I am a sad act, a swott and what ever you might be thinking right now.
Well, I don't really know where else I can take this post. So I guess it has come to an end.
Good bye again and keep up the good work of paying attention (even if you are just a fragment of my imagination)!! Xx
It has been HELL!
The Hollidays, woopie! Yehh, right...
It would have been ok, if only my brother was off with me. Mum and Dad in work and me babysitting my 11 year old brother... He may be 11, but he acts like he is still 7.
So, my nightmare began when I was woke up at 9.30 by an earth quake. At least thats what I had thought.
My brother was bouncing on the bed.
And you know why?? He wanted me to find a place on his bloody game!! So I was woken up to walk ten paces on this bloody game looking for a "Shrine". Easy, he could have found it by himself. And then, just to annoy me further, he demanded that I sit in his freezer of his room because he was "Lonley". Like he was oldest and had a right to order me about! Urghh!
Well the nightmare continued as within half an hour of being awake, guess what I was being bugged about. Dinner!! Urghh, by God I was annoyed, it was only 10.00 a.m. I especially was because my brother thought it would be a good idea to walk the half an hour treck in the snow and bitter cold, to get us both a pie from the bakers. At 10.00... a.m!
We didn't even have any money!
In the end I had to forbid him from talking about the bakers, so he decided to try a different tack. We sugested walking to the considerably-closer-but-still-too-far-for-my-liking precinct. Even though I told him ten million times that they didn't have fresh pies in!! Talk about a mayjor brain ache... Or if you like a head ache (for all you boring people).
So when he had finally got the picture about the no-walking-outside policy (which happend to be an agonising hour later) he decided it was definatley dinner time. Despite how many times I had allready told that I wasn't even hungry and that he should just get his own food. It wasn't even 12.00 for goodness sake!
In the end I locked my self in the bathroom- the only place in the house that I could garentee a no brother-frequency area. It was good to sit under the shower and let the warm water wash over me- it woke me up (even though I had been up for an hour and a half I was still groggy). Not to mention it relaxed me, let me think straight ya know. There is nothing better than the feeling of the warm water steadily streaming down you, don't you think? Even though you may be completly naked and vunerable. Personally, it is one of the best feelings in the word, by far.
By the time I had dragged my unwilling self out of the shower and was (partially) ready to face my sibiling, he had officialy became crazy.
As soon as I had stepped out of the bathroom he begun his ranting and rambalings:
Talking about how much money he had saved up.
Talking about how long it would take us to walk to the shops.
Talking about how hungry he was.
Talking about what food there was in the fridge.
Talking about, and religiously naming, all of the canned foods in the cuboards.
And I did what only a sane and completly exhuasted person could have done.
My only option...
I tuned him out, ignored him, imagined that his voice wasn't there.
It helped, a bit. It sounded as though there was a bee, constantly buzzing somewhere in the room. I could only just ignore him and focus on what ever I was doing on the internet at the time. I can't remember what this was because I was distracted. Oh well.
He's next to me now, babbaling away about that bloody game again.
Im tuning him out again. I refuse to listen to what he's saying. Oh he's got bored, yes!! He's gone, it's ok. Crisis over.
Well, I ended up getting him to shut up about food by putting on a film- he knows how mad I get when someone talks through a film, I go molten!! Imagine an exploding volcanoe, you don't want to be near it do you? Well, that's like me when someone talks in a movie- you don't want to be there. My friends learnt the hard way :P
Allthough he did put a pizza in the oven just before I put the film on. Spy Kids, thats what we watched. And just like a sad act, I loved it. Ok, ok, it isn't the best movie ever made. But it's that thing of fantasy and make believe that captures me. I read a lot of books, all that don't contain anything that could almost resemble the truth or real life. I love watching Start Treck, Star Wars and O.M.G I absaloutly adore Lord of the Rings!
Yes I am a sad act, a swott and what ever you might be thinking right now.
Well, I don't really know where else I can take this post. So I guess it has come to an end.
Good bye again and keep up the good work of paying attention (even if you are just a fragment of my imagination)!! Xx
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
So It Starts...
Ok, so I never thought that one day I would randomly start writing a blog. My dad always tried to make me, said it would improve my story telling- I'd always dreamt of being and author, used to write stories and everything. Though, I doubt that they were any good, I was young and unpredictable... Ok so im still only 15, but I can garante that my stories never where any good. I never knew where to go with them so they where only ever three pages long (ish). But then again, isn't that what writers do? Just go with however their train of thought takes them? I don't know, I supose it's like me now, writing this blog. I don't really know where I am going with it. Just sorta, writing ya know. It's ok, you can stop reading now. I know, I'm stange ok!
Well, I guess I should really start this damn thing with telling y'all a bit about my self. Well, here goes then. I live in England, near Manchester if anyone's interested. Blonde hair and blue eyes and I guess I'm small- everyone tells me I am. I'm not bothered though, I actually like my height. I can curl up in my boyfriends arms and snuggle my head into his shoulder, safe ya know. So any way, yehh as I allready said, I have a boyfriend, a bf, what ever. He's cool, can always make me laugh, gets these moods though. He's real hard to read, which is unusual because I normally can read people pretty good. I'm also good at giving advice, I guess. People come to me for help with problems and such, I guess you could say im a good Agony-Aunt-type-figure.
Umm.. well, I play the piano, I'm not very good. Officially a grade one. Allthough my music teacher says I could probably pull off my grade three. I don't think so though. I've done my grade one and two music theory. Got a distinction in both of them, not that I'm bragging- I didn't beleive I had done that well. I can I sorta play the guitar too. Ok I can strum a few chords, I'm not that good. I could never take the time to practise and the strings hurt my fingers so I ended up quiting my lessons. Allthough I can say I am better than my mum- she bought a Banjo in the intent on learning to play, but she never even bothered to get lessons. It just sits in the corner of the living room, forever a reminder at my mum's eagerness, and failier. Bless her.
So enough about me, I'll be boring you. I'll tell you about my friends, they're cool. We go round as a five, so that's me, my boyfriend A, O, V and R. We have some crazy times... Well, A, O and Me that is. V and R are the quiet two. They've been going out for just a year (ish I haven't counted) and they are so close that they only really talk to each other. Sad really, I don't think that me and V are as close as we used to be. We never go out by ourselves anymore. We used to do all sorts of thing, especially in summer. This summer we didn't even go out once by ourselves! Not that I mind.. much. She has her life and I have mine. We weren't that alike to start off with... But now she has R who has loads in common with her and so she talks to him rather than me. So that's why I've started to hang around with boys, and why I have even had a change in music taste- where I used to listen to V music (containing chart stuff) I now listen to A and O choice of music (which includes Slipknot, Rise Against and Rage Against The Machine, etc, etc).
Well I think that just about does it for tonight. I guess I shall write more when I feel like it.
Cya all my non-existant readers ;-P xxx
Well, I guess I should really start this damn thing with telling y'all a bit about my self. Well, here goes then. I live in England, near Manchester if anyone's interested. Blonde hair and blue eyes and I guess I'm small- everyone tells me I am. I'm not bothered though, I actually like my height. I can curl up in my boyfriends arms and snuggle my head into his shoulder, safe ya know. So any way, yehh as I allready said, I have a boyfriend, a bf, what ever. He's cool, can always make me laugh, gets these moods though. He's real hard to read, which is unusual because I normally can read people pretty good. I'm also good at giving advice, I guess. People come to me for help with problems and such, I guess you could say im a good Agony-Aunt-type-figure.
Umm.. well, I play the piano, I'm not very good. Officially a grade one. Allthough my music teacher says I could probably pull off my grade three. I don't think so though. I've done my grade one and two music theory. Got a distinction in both of them, not that I'm bragging- I didn't beleive I had done that well. I can I sorta play the guitar too. Ok I can strum a few chords, I'm not that good. I could never take the time to practise and the strings hurt my fingers so I ended up quiting my lessons. Allthough I can say I am better than my mum- she bought a Banjo in the intent on learning to play, but she never even bothered to get lessons. It just sits in the corner of the living room, forever a reminder at my mum's eagerness, and failier. Bless her.
So enough about me, I'll be boring you. I'll tell you about my friends, they're cool. We go round as a five, so that's me, my boyfriend A, O, V and R. We have some crazy times... Well, A, O and Me that is. V and R are the quiet two. They've been going out for just a year (ish I haven't counted) and they are so close that they only really talk to each other. Sad really, I don't think that me and V are as close as we used to be. We never go out by ourselves anymore. We used to do all sorts of thing, especially in summer. This summer we didn't even go out once by ourselves! Not that I mind.. much. She has her life and I have mine. We weren't that alike to start off with... But now she has R who has loads in common with her and so she talks to him rather than me. So that's why I've started to hang around with boys, and why I have even had a change in music taste- where I used to listen to V music (containing chart stuff) I now listen to A and O choice of music (which includes Slipknot, Rise Against and Rage Against The Machine, etc, etc).
Well I think that just about does it for tonight. I guess I shall write more when I feel like it.
Cya all my non-existant readers ;-P xxx
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