Well life has been so awesome.

What with you guys dropping off the face of the planet and being homosexual and growing beards while I sit at home for two weeks and cry as I eat Choc Wedges watching the Dog Whisperer on some underdeveloped Foxtel Channel, and the one day I do go outside I end up getting so sunburned I look like something out of James and the Giant Peach and I'll give you a hint, I do not look like James.

But I'm glad you're all back and hopefully you'll all be really nice to me when I see you cause I've missed you guys more than I'll actually admit to your faces.

Henceforth, if anything happens to any one of you, like if somebody accidentally falls on a knife, I'd really miss you. Quite a lot.

So, don't die or do any of that crazy shit kids do these days.

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.

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.

VHS Craving.

Life is so screwed. I try to do the right thing and it ends up going wrong, or at least everyone else seems to think I'm some sort of bitch.
Yeah. Well, let me just sit in my room and contemplate the misery of my insignificant life in the classic angst-y way only a teenager can truly achieve.
And when I get upset I get nostalgic and I read picture books and eat icy-poles (because they make everything better) and watch movies from my childhood.
I did not foresee the VHS player dying. I cannot indulge in 101 Dalmatians (and I get so pissed off when people can't spell dalmatian... it's with an a, not an o...), or even Sleeping Beauty or Fern Gully. Nemo is alright but it doesnt cut it. Even Monsters Inc cannot bring me from the brink. I want Lion King and Mulan and Balto and Aladdin and Peter Pan. Fox and the Hound. Secret of NIMH. The Great Mouse Detective. Or Mary Poppins. Or that movie where they get on a flying bed and travel through cartoon lands until they end up dancing with furniture...
I don't remember what it's called. But it was good.
Robin Hood, cartoon version. With the foxy Robin and all. Sounds kinda sexual but it's not.
But I have no video player. Therefore I have no nostalgic comfort disney movies.
Henceforth, I shall have to cry instead.
Off I go. Sniff.