So yes, I’m home, pretending to study for Christmas exams which are fun and not at all a reason to throw a liter of vodka down my throat.
I have not updated since before Hallowe’en… I think. So, that was good fun. Full of friends, meringue ghosts, and spilling rum all over my debs dress.
I also have a terrible memory, so I can’t actually remember what has happened (if anything) in between then and now.
There was Rainbow Week…
And I had something else on my mind there but I can’t remember what it is. I would also like to point out that when I say I can’t remember things, it’s not because I can’t be arsed but because my brain is a spaztics brain. XD
And now there’s Christmas. Yaaaaaay.
I love Christmas. I do. It’s a time of yay-ness and food. But the preparation is not so good. I am currently in the middle of getting homemade Christmas presents ready which is not fun.
Every year I imagine Christmas to be a happy time full of not giving a shit and being around people you want to be around. I have yet to experience a happy Christmas. It always ends the same with family memebers who will remain nameless complaining and being terrible human beings the same that they are every day of the year. Also counted as the fact they don’t want me leaving the house to be with people I actually want to be with, rather than being forced into unwanted interactions with not-immediate family members that are awkward and drag on forever. Hopefully when I move out and am able to have Christmas my way it’ll be better, but again, I hold out no hope for this year.
That turned out to be a lot more passive-aggressive and depressing than I had originally imagined…
Now children… why don’t we learn something new today? Hmm?