The Official Love Post

So I haven’t posted here in god knows how long, I’ve been super busy with school and stuff and nothing interesting happens in my life when you guys aren’t at school. (sad faces all round).

But this is quite significant and I figured it needed some clarification so here it is, you’ve been waiting for it and now it’s here, the commemorative, one-year post for myself and my darling Conor Richards.

Conor and Darcie

It was a delightful evening in the 22nd of May 2010, the angels and demons party was already in full swing by the time I got there. There were angels angeling, demons demoning, and general party times all around.

When I saw Conor at that party, I knew there was something different about him...


You know, apart from the fact he was dressed as a construction worker and not as an angel or a demon. BUT even though he was dressed differently, I began to see him in a different light. Not just because of the disco lights, either.

We were sitting on the esky, being groovy, talking and chatting. Annie came up to us and started to talk about me being a princess and Conor being a dirty worker and how it was a fairytale waiting to happen, and I'd run away with him and be in love forever.

Little did we know...


After that night there was much teasing from friends (what are friends for anyway) but we pulled through the teasing. Our first few weeks were shifty, both of us having just become free from previous relationships. I didn't realise that Conor hadn't been broken up for very long before I decided I wanted to be with him, but when I did find out, I realised I didn't actually care anyway.

I was annoying at first, not being sure whether I wanted to be in a full on relationship, whether we were going to be bandmates with benefits or boyfriend and girlfriend (plus Jordan's constant 'spank the monkey/walrus' references didn't exactly help. thanks Eddie) but after a few weeks it became clear to me that there was nobody else I wanted to be with.

Our relationship became more and more fantastic, we did everything together and spent so much time together and became closer than ever. We became kimono-partners and we began to realise how much we actually liked each other (and Ben really liked us too!)

Our garden of love was nourished by the band, who relentlessly teased and made fun of us but were secretly jealous of our inter-musical relationship. A drummer and a bassist, the ultimate love story.



One night Conor came over for dinner and movies, and as we were sitting on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice, I realised that I had found the perfect person. Somebody who would eat twisties with me whenever we liked, went to the zoo with me, took me shopping even though I'm annoying, put up with my stupid jokes and most of all, watch P&P with me!

But I chickened out and instead of saying it aloud I texted him after he had left, and I told him I loved him.

Love!


Without even knowing it, Conor was the one person in my life who made me feel totally happy whenever we were together, helped me smile when I felt down, was there for me when I was a wreck, stayed by my side even when I was moody. He's the one person I can trust with anything, rely on for anything, know what I need when I'm feeling down (lolly bananas) and love me when I need it most. I hope I can be half as amazing to him as he is to me. We all know he's a fantastic person and I'm unbelievably lucky to have him and I'm sorry to all those who had a crush on Conor when I stole him away (that is, Miguel, Eddy, Brandon, Ben, McGee, etc. mostly man-crushes.)

And now I'm in with the family! :D


Some pictures of the happy couple? Well sure...



And now, a year after the angel and construction worker had eloped, we are as happy as ever (more so, in fact) and we'd like to thank all of the third wheels who have been there with us through it all, and been happy for us and made fun of us and been generally fantastic.

Firstly, BRANDON and JORDAN
The first official 3rd wheels
Always lingering, always awkward, always fantastic. Thanks guys :)


Secondly, WONG
The second official 3rd wheel
The source for helpful relationship information (though I'm still not sure why)


Thirdly, SAMMIE
The 3rd wheel who is our adopted Asian child
Need we say more?


And everybody else who has always been there for us and been with us from the start, been our friends and letting us be one of the annoying cutesy couples in the group.

And yet the question still remains... who was the founder of this love? Was it Jordan, whose peer pressure at the party was too much to take? Or was it Chris, who called Conor names? Or Brittany+Ashlyn, for having a party in the first place?

In any case, thankyou so much to everybody, and congratulations to us :D We are a little bit too impressed, very happy and in way too much love to be physically possible.

oh and also WE ARE SO CUTE and cuter than you :D

Henceforth, let's keep being in love.

So I haven't blogged in a long time,

Nor have I got a haircut or managed to do anything productive whatsoever.

So what's happened between now and then? Well I'm officially stalking a teacher, I've dropped chemistry for history and I am a gun at it, Mr Crooks gets far too excited in literature class and I had a maths test today. I also failed my HPT test for my P's yesterday, but I went back this morning and passed so I am now a P-Plater. Hey, isn't it funny that you're all older than me but I've still got my license? Oh, weird, I found that hilarious.

The glory of a drive thru... I can't find the words.

Anyway.

I started watching skins, and my life is very calm and sensible comparatively. I think I like it better that way.

I'm having abandonment issues from the band and my bass is crying itself to sleep at night.

I'm officially a netball umpire again, which is the most awesome job to have in year 12.

I had the ball, and unless you didn't see my photos from that then let me tell you, I looked effing hawt. Just sayin'.

That's pretty much it. Oh, and I got Romero House Captain. I have so much authority (not). All I do is get angry looks from people when I ask them to pick up their rubbish. I think they're mostly angry at the universe because they're not getting laid. Oh well.

In any case, life is sensible. Cept year 12 is stressing me out, apparently I clench my teeth according to the dentist and that's not good or something.

My cat keeps headbutting me.

I like cheese, especially on toast.

Henceforth, prepare for total domination or... something.

Where I have been

So I got told off for not blogging enough the other day, so here goes nothing.
Since I finished my exams, nothing much has happened. I've seen hardly anybody and I don't feel the need to get up early unless we go over our internet and I can only go online in offpeak time.
I've been working on getting a better winning average at Solitaire on my iPod, I'm currently sitting on a respectable 55%.
My aunty and uncle welcomed their second baby boy into the world, his name is Seth Joseph Boelen and I can't wait to meet him. He's not allowed visitors because he was eight weeks premature and has to stay in the hospital till February. Because my aunty was trekking back and forth from the hospital all the time, most of my spare time was taken up babysitting Seth's older brother.
After baby was born, it was Christmas, and I managed to spend all of my money at the Boxing Day sales. We had to buy a new sandwich toaster, after our old one blew up (and just because I was using it at the time doesn't mean I broke it - it actually spontaneously combusted on me and left a giant burn mark on the kitchen counter). And then we had to buy a new cake mixer because the old one broke (I didn't break that either, though somehow I managed to get the blame for that too). And then the oven broke and THAT WAS TOTALLY RIKKI'S FAULT.
After all the explosions and breaking appliances, I went for a drive with Mum up to Northampton (just north of Geraldton) to see my Nana, whom I love dearly. And you'll all be pleased to know that I have now finished my 25 hours, and can go for my P's very soon. Yay :D
But the very reason I have written this blog is to clear some things up.
1. When driving back from Northampton, there was a collision with a kangaroo somewhere between Jurien and Lancelin.
2. I still stand by what I said before - the kangaroo hit me. "Blog about when you hit the kangaroo" was completely off course, Wong, the kangaroo hit me.
3. I know it hit me because I'd stopped in time to not hit it when the kangaroo changed direction and ran into the car.
4. I very nearly shat bricks.
5. Mum's going to SGIO tomorrow for a damage assessment.
6. Lastly, as I have told my sister many times, 'How's skippy?' jokes stopped being funny a very, very long time ago.

So that's all that's happened, henceforth I'll try to blog about more stuffs that goes on in my life but I'm still at school and doing year twelve, so hopefully you guys will all be really supportive both morally and fiscally...
Lol, nevermind. That's a hopeless path to walk down.
Henceforth, I am going to be in year twelve. And I'll have my license which is more than most of you can say!

Children.

So I went to my cousin's house for dinner tonight. Little five year old Christian, who is a little ray of sunshine, is growing up and talking a lot and he wears me out.

Our conversations go something like this.

Christian: Mr Boring Head.
Darcie: Who's he?
Christian: He's so boring, he just sleeps all the time. He's got a face and nose and ears and hair and feet and hands and legs and arms and eyes and a mouth.
Darcie: Has he got a tail?
Christian: Yes. And there's Mr Pencil Head.
Darcie: Pencil Head?
Christian: Yeah.
Darcie: What's he like?
Christian: He's like a dog but he's a pencil, he's a talking dog with a pencil head and a tail.
Darcie: You can't forget the tail.
Christian: And there's Mr Book Head.
Darcie: Does he have a tail?
Christian: No. Don't be silly. He's a Book Head.

But.... Mr Pencil has a tail.... why not Mr Book? ... I don't understand...

But I learned a lot of other important things tonight, like the only noise a kangaroo is allowed to make is 'Boing. Boing!! BOING!'
And the offspring of a Tigger and a Puppy is a Puppytigger. And when Christian is dressed in a pirate outfit, he's either Captain Jack Smarrow (yes, jack smarrow) or Coo Coo Cachoo Chicken Parrot Pirate Man.
And when you find old cassette tapes lying around the house, the best thing to do is pull out all the brown tape inside and make a huge mountain of 'seaweed'. Because cassette tapes are made of seaweed, don't ya know.

But then he got tired and wanted a cuddle. And I fell asleep. And then he woke me up by saying "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR DOLPHINFACE!"

I miss being five.
Henceforth, I really like my cousin. We found out tonight that Christian is gonna be a big brother soon and I'll have another little cousin to teach me all about the world, even though I thought it was the other way around.
^_^

Smile :)

This is just sweet. Makes you think a bit. Liked it, thought I'd share.

My friend Lachy sent it to me last year. He's in there, with his brother.

And think about what'd make your day, or someone else's.

Henceforth, I'm sleeping. Goodnight.

My lack of blogging.

Well I thought I did alright on the holiday blog, but I didn't end up blogging about London, which is annoying because I loved London so much. Eventually I'll write in the last few days, after I've caught up on schoolwork/band/tennis/life in general.
And after I am less sleep deprived.
Henceforth, I'm back at Henceforth now :)
Please continue all being awesome until further notice.

Officially Insane

For a number of reasons, most of them having to do with today's politics test.

First and foremost, can I say that I am a fantastic speller. I like grammar a lot. I'm an old school nerd and proud of it.
By the way, can anyone tell me where Zimbable is?
Yeah. Zimbable. I couldn't write Zimbabwe in my test today to save my life, though I'm not sure which situation would involve me doing so.

"...the government in Zimbable...."
"...Zimbable's autocracy...."
"...leader of Zimbable, Robert Mugabe..."

Le GASP! I am going insane.

I only noticed it at the end of the test, and went back and checked and throughout the entire essay I had written Zimbable. I'm not sure whether I'm just getting lazy with my w's (I've got pretty bad handwriting) but it gets to a point where I start to doubt my own sanity.

Also, I was trying to remember what the government spends tax money on, because I had to talk about vertical fiscal imbalance. Yeah, fun.
So, they spend it on Defense, Social Security, Health, Housing, Education, Silly Walks...
WHAT? SILLY WALKS? ARE YOU INSANE DARCIE BOELEN?
Silly walks. Stupid. Do not involve Monty Python skits in your Politics exam unless you wish to fail.

Also also managed to trip over while walking into the library today. Grand entrance was not quite what I was going for, and Jordan? You actually laughed a little bit too much at my being a spazz. -_- But I forgive you.

Also also also, I am listening to Michael Jackson right now. That's not a reason as to why I am insane but it makes me happy.

Henceforth, any unusual behavior you see from me is probably just a progression. I'll let you know if my situation becomes really bad.

Sweet Jesus!

I'm going to Canada in a week and four days. Is anyone else as excited as I am? Really, really, really looking forward to this. We live in the backend of neverwhere. Perth is Woop woop to the rest of the world. I mean, comparing Perth to the world is like comparing Yandanooka to Perth.
Don't know where Yandanooka is? Good, don't ever go there.
See my point?
I'm trying to put us into perspective.
But, my itinerary is as follows. Not sure of some exact dates, but I'll get back to you on that one.

> Thursday 24th June, leaving for San Fransisco, stopping over in Sydney.
> Two nights in San Fransisco before crossing the border to Canada.
> God knows how long in Canada, about two and a half weeks trekking around all the most important places. Ontario, Quebec, Nova Scotia, Lake Loise and Banff, Prince Edward Island, Montreal, Toronto, Victoria. Etc. Not in that order, I don't think.
> Few nights in New York, back in America where the Krispy Kremes are at.
> Flight to LONDON! I only found out recently that we're going to London also. :D Will be radical.
> Back home through Singapore, getting cheap perfume and chocolate on the way.

Apparently it was cheaper to buy four round the world tickets and go to London as well as Canada and America, even with hotels included, than it was to buy four direct flights to America.
Lucky lucky.

You might all hate me at the moment, but it's really special for me. We haven't been on a holiday for so long and we have spent so much money renovating that we've gone nowhere in the past few years, except for dusty road trips through places like Eneabba and Meekatharra... yeah.... you know... so this is going to be amazing.

I'll be setting up a travel blog before I go away, I'll let you know when it's up.

I also plan on buying craploads of touristy things. I was going to bring everyone back a bottle of maple syrup, but not only would that weigh about twenty kilos, I'd have nowhere to really put it, and the customs people might think I'm a drug smuggler.

So, we'll see.

Henceforth, two exams to go and then I am going exploring!

The Laundry Basket

Mayday, mayday, we are in a serious situation. We have taken cover under the laundry basket, awaiting further progressions...

Yes, we had ways of amusing ourselves.
Wish I could still fit in that basket.
Henceforth, await more of these tasty morsels from my youth. (That sounds creepy.)

Baby Darcie

We have this cupboard under the telly-box, and it's full of photo albums. I have lived under the same roof as these albums my entire life and it's only once every now and then I can be bothered looking through them, because it's kind of an all-day activity. (Or all night, depending on when you start.)

But I figure most of my friends didn't know me before high school. They don't have any idea how cute Boelen babies are. I felt rather ashamed that I didn't have any pictures of me as a baby, because they were all on the old computer... so as I scan them in, I'll load them up.

For your own amusement, yours truly, new born and looking like a mutant. But Mum looks pretty so that's all that counts.


And now me looking slightly like a Pedward. Blue eyes were cool when I was a baby.

I am ever so slightly disturbed by that cute fat baby face looking ever so slightly malevolent... eep!

Henceforth, await more embarrassing baby images. I was a weird kid, so should be lol's all round.

Control Freaks.

The two words that define my family, and now prepare yourself for the rant of the week that has nothing to do with exams, probably.
So we start with Darcie being born in 1994 in good old Carnarvon, I like it there and I like being me. I didn't get to choose my name but that's cool, I probably would have ended up being called Muppet. I didn't have many decisions to make because I didn't know how to make them. Fair nuff, says I, life goes on.
Moved to Perth, and life continues with parents running around after me and telling me what to do like most little children. They choose my school, my haircut, my books and the television shows I am allowed to watch. I am not allowed to play Pokemon, and if I want to watch anime shows like Digimon or Cardcaptors I have to VHS record them and watch them on the weekend. Alright, so we are focused on books and education in my house, that's okay. I'll deal. Life goes on.
We get to about being ten years old and being allowed to decide what clothes I wear. Not a given in my house, I am sixteen now and I'm still not allowed to dress myself. Well I am, I just get disapproving looks from my mother and sister whenever I put on clothes that they don't like, so to avoid the fight I just wear what they buy me. So I have developed a somewhat half-hearted sense of fashion that is neither this or that, it's sort of like I'm trying to look nice but not really giving a damn. And then we get to high school, and the pattern of not being allowed to dress the way I want to or hang out with who I want to or go where I want to continues. Life goes on.
I still have to do piano exams even though performing and all that makes me more scared than anything, and my being allowed to play bass is solely derived from the fact that I want to be able to stretch and expand my musical ability, not because it's freakin' awesome. That was a good loophole...
I am allowed to get another ear piercing, because these aren't permanent and I'm not allowed to wear them to school anyway so the parents win again. I didn't tell them about the last one I got.
I get into a poster craze, and decide I would like some posters to make my room look cool. But apparently it's their room that I stay in, not my room, so I don't get to decorate it on the walls, only on the doors.
Then I have to do chemistry. I don't like science, but apparently what I want doesn't matter. Mr Rodgers was always telling us to choose subjects we were interested in, not just because our friends were doing them. He forgot to mention that there are still a few unfortunate souls who don't have control over their life even as a young adult.
Life goes on.
I finally convince my parents to let my dye my hair. A revelation, a change in their ways! I have gained control, I have found a loophole once more, I can finally take my life into my own hands and -



I get in the car this afternoon.
Mum: How was the exam?
Darcie: You mean the exam for the subject I dislike most of all, that makes me want to sleep until the earth gets eaten by the sun, om nom nom and all?
Mum: Yeah, that one.
Darcie: Not bad.
blah blah blah...
Darcie: ... so I might be able to dye my hair next Wednesday, we'll go buy it on the weekend and then -
Mum: We already chose you a colour and bought it this morning.
Darcie: ...... *horrified silence*




...Sneaky bastards found a loophole in my loophole, and have taken back the only tiny part of my life that I have finally claimed as my own.
And I realise now that my incredibly indecisive habits are probably due to my never actually having made a proper decision in my life except for whether to get a Coke or Fanta with my value meal, and maybe what colour to paint a wall in my room.


Henceforth, I'll let you know when they let me out of my cage.
Life goes on.


Edit: just saw the colour. It's not bad. ...It's not the colour that matters anyway, it's the morals.

You know Jesus hates you when...

Your printer wakes you up before seven o'clock in the morning. Yeah, my printer. It decided to clean itself out after a long hard weekend of doing absolutely jack because it's a stupid piece of crap that likes to make my life miserable, so it decided to stretch it's hunklebunner and clean out the dordyfang. (Unless you hadn't noticed, I'm not really up to date with the internal workings of printers.)
By the way, I'm not alive. Never-ending studying has taken away my will to live. I'm not sure why we have to remember everything - in the real world, if a historian, say, had to complete an article about ancient Egypt or whatever the fritz* they talk about, would the director say something along the lines of, "Hey, mr. Historian man, you. I was just curious as to whether you could write me a report, but you can't use any books, references, talk to anyone else or even use Wikipedia. Cool? Cool, I'll see you on Monday. Click, beep, beep, your call has ended."
The director didn't say that last bit, by the way. That was the phone...
I don't get why we aren't allowed to use sources in our exams. It's stupid, nobody works like this in the real world. They're preparing us for life in a universe that simply doesn't exist. Things just don't work this way. It's stupid and annoying and I really don't like studying.
That's my ramble for the morning, hope everyone else is having fun with study.
Henceforth, study is a waste of time. (As if it wasn't before.)
I'll see you all throughout the week unless I have decided that I'd rather drop off the face of the planet.... bai.


*Fritz: a German chess program developed by Frans Morsch and Mathias Feist and published by ChessBase. There is also a version called Deep Fritz that is designed for multi-processing. The latest versions of the consumer products are Deep Fritz 12 and Fritz 12. They came with stellar recommendations by International Master Josh Waitzkin, who said that "Fritz is like a woman that you can't get with. It just drives you to think in ways you've never thought before."
... Yeah, fritz!

Cats!

I have never posted about my fantastic cats. For those who have never met my cats, prepare for a little blog about said cats.
(By the way, I am aware that only insane people talk about their cats.)
(This isn't talking, this is blogging.)

Exhibit A: Ella.


This is Ella. She's almost nine and she is a Russian Blue who eats anything that offends her, except for screaming frogs. She's named after Ella Fitzgerald.
She is very social and will often headbutt things/people she likes, so I have forgiven Lachy for painting her when in fact she sort of painted herself.
She often assaults me (lovingly) in the morning to wake me up and give her a pat, and she knows how to climb ladders. She also stalks anything that moves.
Exhibit B: Ella stalking a duck.


Exhibit C: Chester


This is Chester. Chester is also a Russian Blue, but he is black. This is quite uncommon and so makes him unique. He was the runt of his litter and also a little bit strange - he's not quite as clever as Ella (who is deceptive and unusually smart) and he has a bit of trouble with his depth perception and coordination. He also doesn't know how to meow properly, and resorts to growling instead.
No joke. My cat growls.

Exhibit D: nomnomnom hose.


He also eats anything. Cat food mostly, but he also likes to eat cheese, pork, ham, gravy, biscuits, eggs, potato, chicken, baked beans, lolly bananas, chips (he's particular to BBQ flavour), chocolate, peas, corn and mops. (He likes to chew on the mop. I don't know why.)
Chester is only a few years old and Ella didn't like him much when he first arrived, but she's used to him now. She still beats him up. She sort of morphed into Schwarzenegger cat because he would want to play fight all the time so she had to bulk up.
They don't bite (much) and they are cute and fuzzy.
All those people who say they don't like cats haven't met mine.
Henceforth, loveth my cats!

Britt and Ash's Happy Snaps

I have never had so much fun at a party as all of my other year 11 friends seem to find great joy in sitting around doing nothing and talking about other people's hair and fingernails and such. Quite ridiculous.
So thanks so much to Britt and Ash for adopting myself and Sammie for the night, we had a wonderful time :D
I particularly liked the way that Sammie, Ben and I turned 'Poker Face' into a fantastic rendition of 'Brooklyn Rage'. If you heard us and wondered what was going on, troll through my old posts and find the Yu Gi Oh Abridged vids...
And now, here are the happy snaps.



... camwhorage?

and now we have "exibit eddy", which is where we find all the pictures taken of jordan during the night and see if we find a common factor.
This time, it seems he's taken on the role of 'mega paedophile', which is tres amusant. :D





Thanks for the good times, Eddy :)
Hope everyone had a super special awesome time !
Henceforth, I await the next chance I have to see Sammie and Ben in contact lenses and Chris wearing angel wings. Dammit I didn't get a picture of Chris....

Edit: anyone else who has photos, upload them naaoooww !

Samantha's 16th :D

Well well well, Conor said I can make a few unofficial fails so here goes nothing.
Sammie's party was great. Apart from the minor music issues, it went wonderfully :) Luckily I was able to take some happy snaps and this is pretty much what the entire night consisted of....




McGee acting a tad creepy (but we love him anyways)


Chris deciding that Bokka would make for a good source of heat (twas le amusant)

and finally, Jordan doing his very best Wong impression. Look closely and you'll see the wings.


So thanks for an awesome party and hope everyone had a good time. I'm quite sorry but these pictures simply had to be posted.

Henceforth: Shall take more happy snaps at Brittany's. Hopefully it will be encore plus amusant.
Sorry about the French, I'm just practicing for when I'm rich and travel to Paris.

Being a girl...

A) Is expensive. The checkout guy at Target agrees with me. Boys don't have to buy makeup or sanitary products. (Not usually.)

B) Is painful. Heels and procreation included, and I think the two are vaguely related.

C) Means I am superior, because I have to deal with both A and B. And you boys don't.

Henceforth, I demand respect. Commencing immediately.

Ouch.

I don't want to be a wuss, but needles hurt. I don't have as much muscles as the rest of my family so I actually felt the needle.
:(
I'm such a sook. But I don't like needles.
Times like these I'm really grateful that I'm totally healthy, and the only reason I have needles is to make sure it stays that way.
Henceforth, needles are little bitches.

Life choices

Well, my good friend Samantha and I were discussing what sort of tattoos we would get if we were gonna get any at all.
I thought the Hylian crest would be freakin sweet.


Or even a little bit of Elvish script. Always very elegant, but quite common...
Sammie was more inclined to get something a little less... nerdy. She was talking about butterflies and chinese symbols and the like. Possibly song lyrics, if they meant something special.
And then, while roaming over the internet today, I came across this lovely Celtic-style drawing of a wolf.


For many reasons, wolves are one of my favourite animals - I love writing about them, reading about them (Read the books by Jack London, they're fascinating), I love drawing them and I absolutely loved Twilight Princess because of the wolf-situation. One of my favourite movies from my childhood was Balto, and though it isn't necessarily about a wolf, Balto is wolfish and cute so you should all go watch it naooow...
So this is what I'd get if I was going to get anything at all.
I love asking what other people would get because it says a lot about them as a person (especially if it's a tramp stamp) so feel free to add what your ideal tattoo would be so I can analyze you further as a person and perhaps judge you in more ways than one. ^_^
Henceforth, wolves are amazing.

ARGH

Tennis, tennis, tennis...
I realised why nobody ever plays tennis.
Because it's a STUPID, SEXIST, PIECE OF CRAP SPORT THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO WIN.
I'm not blogging any more until something DECENT happens.
Like, for instance, maybe someone buying me a new amp? Or maybe being allowed to have an axolotl? Or maybe being able to just sit down and read a freaking book now and then and maybe go to a party where you're not the only one not getting drunk because your parents think you'll kill all your brain cells and have quadruplets, or maybe finding a cheap shirt that fits every now and then, or understanding a damn word of a stupid chemistry assignment.
In case you hadn't noticed, my weekend could definitely have gone a bit better.
Henceforth, this week better improve or I'm just gonna throw myself off the new Benedict Building.
It needs a christening.

Oh, my, god

Suddenly, life's choices become so much easier.
I had to decide whether I wanted a jumper from Canada when I go there on holidays... (one of those big awesome hockey jumpers... like the one below)

or buy myself a DS and get the new SoulSilver pokemon game.


Ahhh, financial drama!
What to do, what to do...
Then a little birdy says, why not have both? :)
why not... be a pirate?

Wait and see. <3