Things I Should Be Happy About

Lately it seems like the only things I ever talk about are my faults (vices, you might say). So here's some things I do like about myself (or just plain good at... does that even make sense? 'good at'?).

Okay. Just a list of things I like about myself/my life.

There. That wasn't so hard, was it?

Wowowowowowowow

It's been almost a year since I've last whinged about my life and broadcast it for all the internet to see.

I still like lists, sooo... here's a list of top ten things I've done in 2011

and my grizzly bear face

“She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
“Well, now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”
- The Wasteland 

Oh, hi there. Do you come here often?!

I've been trying to think up interesting things to post, but everything is a bawwfest right now. And I don't really like hardcore bawwing. Whinging is where it's at for me.

Anywho, I'm supposed to be doing work right now, or alternatively, packing my room. Instead I'm thinking up a new list.

And it goes like this:

Top 5 useless talents of mine 

WOT

Hi there, cyberspace.

Here's a snapshot of what I did today.

The little monster to my left is my sissy.  I know, we don't look related. She's so tanned and I'm so... not tanned. lol.

So I guess you've noticed, apart from our stunning beauty, that we have fuzzy things stuck to the side of our heads. No, it's not some attempt at being avant-garde, nor is it some whacky thing we do to keep our heads warm.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic.

On to the matter of lists...

I've been doing shit-all during my break from uni, apart from whinging about what time it is and how I haven't made any progress towards the 23456798765432 assignments I have due when I come back.  So here's a list of shit I do (or don't do).

5 things I do instead of doing schoolwork.


(and yes, I will explain why there are socks stuck to my head.)

Pah!

If I could go gay for anyone, it would probably be Sherri Dupree. Then again, I probably wouldn't want to date her. I'd want to sit her on a mantelpiece, because she's so tiny and cute and talented.

I don't think her husband would appreciate it, though. 

More baww!

So I'm not grouchy anymore. I wouldn't say I'm sad, just a tad bit gloomy.

Things I've recently cried over