This morning I awoke and plugged my phone into it's charger. Soon after, I recieved a text from a friend. It was apparent that my ex had told her something, and she couldn't tell me. So, naturally, I ended up on the phone to my ex for too long.
Now, I have seven websites open. I've read two blog posts, sent one reply to an email, apologised for last nights laptop crash, and of course wished a friend a happy birthday. Oh and I'm looking up ideas for a friend's birthday party.
The holidays are theoretically supposed to be used for fun and relaxation. But, since their beginning in mid-November, I've done no such thing. Somehow, without having a penny to my name, and without a secured job, my time has managed to be completely filled. I've been on two trips - one for work experience, the other because, well, Sydney - done an abundance of Christmas gift shopping, and entertained countless numbers of people.
Over the next 48 hours, I will be making up to two dishes, attending three Christmas parties, learning to clean professionally, and having my first paid shift. The two biggest questions I have are How am I going to afford my next trip to sydney? & Which gender should I sleep with at an upcoming sleepover?
Friday 16 December 2011
Saturday 10 December 2011
For you, vampire
Fluffy things. It is quite probable that everyone, or at least every second person, likes fluffy, cuddly, warm things. When a person lacks the presence of their significant other, they resort to something cuddly for comfort. Like a stuffed toy. There are in this world though few people who do not own a supply of fluffy things. It is with greatest humilation that I am going to now admit that I am one of those people.
(I was given a small toy fox for my birthday from a friend who I've got a lot of time for.)
'Miserable weather' is commonly associated with depression & loneliness, and I think there may be facts supporting this somewhere, but I honestly can't say anything for sure (so don't count on that). For some reason warmth & snugness make almost everything feel good, even if someone significant is missing. Just think about the following: Does the thought of a nice, warm bed with several soft, cuddly things on it make you feel better, regardless of how you're feeling? Does the thought of sleeping on hard concrete, out in the rain, exposed to wind, make you feel worse? Those questions were worded in such a way that my hypotheses should seem right, so I'm guessing you agree with me now. I find you rather foolish, as the words "nice" and "cuddly" are basically meaningless! But I would have fallen for similar scams.
It's night, so I apologise if the paragraphs are jerky and concepts are randomly chucked in there.
(I was given a small toy fox for my birthday from a friend who I've got a lot of time for.)
'Miserable weather' is commonly associated with depression & loneliness, and I think there may be facts supporting this somewhere, but I honestly can't say anything for sure (so don't count on that). For some reason warmth & snugness make almost everything feel good, even if someone significant is missing. Just think about the following: Does the thought of a nice, warm bed with several soft, cuddly things on it make you feel better, regardless of how you're feeling? Does the thought of sleeping on hard concrete, out in the rain, exposed to wind, make you feel worse? Those questions were worded in such a way that my hypotheses should seem right, so I'm guessing you agree with me now. I find you rather foolish, as the words "nice" and "cuddly" are basically meaningless! But I would have fallen for similar scams.
It's night, so I apologise if the paragraphs are jerky and concepts are randomly chucked in there.
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