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December 31 A Perfectly Good Excuse For Getting Wasted.I refer to, of course, New Years. It's a great sort of holiday, you don't have to buy any presents or anything, but you still get to stay up late and play with glowsticks.
If I had any friends who were smart enough to throw a party, I'd be there, but as it is, NONE of them have.
(I'm very disappointed guys. You could have got me off the computer, but NOOOOOOO).
So now i'm having Jessie and her sister sleep over, and we shall play with glowsticks and stay up late and watch movies and eat junk food, et cetera.
(YOU GUYS COULD HAVE HAD MY GLOWSTICKS, BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO).
Anyway. I should probably make there be some kind of point to this entry, but I can't think of anything to bitch about.
Except that I can't seem to get hired anywhere. Darn you prospective employers! Darn you!
Ok so. I think I'm done.
So much for having a point, but you get that. Maybe next year I'll find something highly annoying to whine about. You never know. 2006 could bring a whole new wave of ugly fashion, bad music and stupid trends.
Ooooo. I can almost TASTE it.
December 23 Anniversary <3I just realized it's been a year since I started this baby up. Look at the archive list, December to December. Hooray for me. *insert warm fuzzy feeling here*
Wow. One whole year of whining and bitching about stuff nobody reads anyway. I feel that's an achievement on my part. Either that or my standards are too low.
Two sleeps until Christmas, and I'm actually feeling somewhat excited and Christmassy. I painted Christmas place settings and everything. Hooray for paint. Paintpaintpaintpaintpaint.
I'd reminisce about '2005- The Year That Was', but I didn't pay anough attention to anything to remember any of it. Or maybe nothing exciting DID happen. It was a year full of rap, inane pop songs and ugly material belts, but aside from that I think it was altogether a waste of a perfectly good year. Pity really.
On the upside. it's exactly one month until I turn sixteen. And then I can drive. I'm not exactly sure why that's an upside. Then again, I might run some people over, so it's all good.
You know what else the end of the year means? Lots of bullshitty horoscopes in the girly magazines! "What does 2006 hold for your love life?" "How much sex and love will you get in the new year?" The answer to which is, of course, none, because you spend all your time reading stupid glossy magazines with underweight girls on the front who are WAY hotter than you, so you really have no chance whatsoever anyway.
Happy New Year darlings. <3 December 18 I Hate Christmas Shopping.I do, I really do.
It's not so much the whole buying gifts thing, it's the fact that there's about a MILLION other people doing it at the same time. Crowds. Erg.
But it's a good excuse to go downtown and laugh at the perky kids and the way they all seem to manage to wear exactly the same outfit as each other.
It's TRUE. I see groups af girls walking around, and EVERY one of them will be wearing the following:
Short denim skirt/shorts
A pastel coloured boob tube/skimpy singlet
One of those annoying material belts. Usually white.
Those really big brown sunnglasses
Some thongs, almost definitely from a surf shop. Because they are SO MUCH better than any other ones.
And of course, the whole array of tacky plastic jewellery. Kinda sad really, but highly entertaining.
In other news. I need a fucking job. Like NOW. It's getting kinda of sad, I have no money and nothing to do anymore. I should try harder. Damn that lazy streak.
Oh well. December 09 So... Now What?School finished yesterday. About time too.
So now it's holidays. It's really not as exciting as I'd anticipated. Maybe that's because it's only been one day and it's not even 9:00am, but lets not get into the details.
Theres... Not very many days until Christmas. About 16, actually. I'm thankful that the radio stations haven't started pumping out the carols yet. There's something about carols that just annoys the fuck out of me. Maybe it's because of that whole political correctness thing. We wouldn't want to offend anyone now would we?
Because of course, celebrating Christmas is BOUND to offend anyone who doesn't believe it. It's really kind of stupid. There's no more shopping centre Santas because someone might get offended, or because some innocent kid might be touched.
I think we're getting more paranoid. Five years ago I don't remember there being any worry about Santa or offending anyone. And since when has anyone ever been offended by a traditional holiday anyway? Seriously. I have a friend who's Hindu or something (I'm not actually sure, call me a bad friend),and she doesn't celebrate Christmas, but she still wears tinsel with us and buys presents. Jus because you don't celebrate something doesn't mean it's automatically going to offend someone.
There's never been a problem before, why are we worried now?
I most probably have no idea what I'm talking about, and there's probably lots and lots of things I have wrong, but sowhat. I needed to bitch about it, it was bugging me.
And uh, yeah. I think I'm done, I'll stop before I hurt myself. December 03 Four Days Is Nintey-Six Hours.It seems like a lot more when you put it that way.
Referring, of course, to the number of days until the end of school for this year. Hooray hooray. One week of excitement, followed by six odd weeks of boredom slash extensive internet use. Whch is all well and good I guess. I'm just glad to be done with compulsory subjects. Except for english, but english is not hard.
So its all good. Next year all my subjects are down in the Arts block, barring English and Introductory Calculus (Why am I even doing this subject? I'm still trying to figure that out).
And another thing. Four days means only eight or so hours that I have to spend on the bus, surrounded by the stench of unnaturally strong girly deodorant wafting down from the back seat, the high pitched squeals of the perky kids hollering out the window and the higher pitched squeals of the primary school boys throwning paper at one another.
God forbid, we're getting more year eights on the bus next year.
It's always nice to have something to look forward to. |
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