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Okay, 3rd time I've tried this on here, and it didn't work.
I promise to continue this blog. AND I AM FULLY NOT SHEEPING~!
Look! I've had one for ages bro. *points to title*
One was a dream-diary type blog; one was a period-by-period journal of my day the last week of term one, '08. I saved that one, because it resurfaces old memories quite splendidly, just as I had wished it would do someday.
But that's another story, for another time.


How to start this off...
When it's time to write, I just can't. Only in my spare time. When I decide it's time to write. I hate people reading my writing. No, really. xD But I'm getting better. When the style of writing is the focus, I tense up and refuse to let people see. I hate it. You know, up until they decide to dislike me, English teachers are fond of reading my work out to the class. And I hate it.


It's getting close to Christmas. ^____^
I love Christmas. The presents, obviously, the honey glazed ham, the strange feeling of "Family Time" you get... the decorations in the streets, the decorations in the stores, the decorations at home (none currently, it's mum's job and she's off holidaying). But I really love it when Christmas songs ring in your ears. It brings back memories, specifically memories of about a year ago, then a year before that, and a year before that, and so on. Most people hate Christmas carols. But not me. They (literally, in fact) sing Christmas out to me. You know it's time when you flip on the radio and Snoopy's Christmas greets you giddily, and that time's a good time.

Can't say I'm a fan of Christmas specials on TV though xD


I don't know how to write this. It's so difficult. But every time I get the urge, I'll flip this open, okay? Rather than the old pen and paper. Blogs could be mixed in with stories, stories that never finish because I don't know how to finish them. Stories that I get bored with and toss away. I'm not a poem writer though. Good lord, no. That poem anthology in year 9 was absolute tourture for me. There was a pretty mint one I wrote though. *sunglassescoolmsnface*


OH. Last night...
Uh oh. I sent out a barrage of irrelevant (don't wanna use the word random) texts to a number of people. Finding those messages in you outbox... it's like waking up next to a cheap hooker. Or a really, really ugly person. Imagine the shock when you open your eyes then! o____o
Sorry, sorry.

I'm kinda proud of them, though. I like my mind.


AND I STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED THE VACUUMING