I've become something of a social media junkie in the past few years.Bleh.
Something must be done. -.-

PIZZA PARTY!! WOOHOO!!

Terrible Hindi dub of Telugu movie was watched.
Pizza was had.
All was well.
:D

A Mother's Absence: Day 2.

The food is disappearing, and how. All we're left with are 2 jars of peanut butter and Nutella.
Practically everything else is inedible [Read: Needs to be cooked in order to consume].
Worst case scenario: I might have to learn to cook things other than noodles. And omelettes. And cake. Mm. That pizza party looks really good right about now.
We found mould in the bread today. My brother, my dog and I examined it. We found that the fungus looks like trees with bluish-green foliage under a magnifying glass.
My dog, on the other hand, tried to eat it. Cheeky fucker.
The bread, obviously, had to go.
:stomach rumbles:

I think Mum's absence is driving Dad bananas. Brother and Dog are already bananas, except hungrier.
Mm, bananas...

My dog hunted down a cockroach today. By the time we found it, all that remained of it were the exoskeleton and the antennae. Ants do their job really well.

I wonder what cockroach tastes like.

End-of-the-year Shenanigans.

Every time I click the "New Post" button, I feel a sudden urge to clean the keyboard, vacuum the house, dust the guitar and belt out a few "tunes", et cetera.

It's just that when I go and try to do the said things, I feel like blogging again.

It's like a heated ping-pong battle between the laptop and, well, everything else. And I'm the little plastic ping-pong ball that bounces all over the place and never truly accomplishes anything.
[Note to self: Brilliant allegory. Must use. Though calling people ping-pong balls might get a little awkward.]

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To anybody who reads this, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May the odds be EVER in your favor. :waves:
[Before you ask, yeah, I did read The Hunger Games recently.]

Christmas was...interesting.

I got a sweater, drank my weight in apple juice, watched probably a dozen Christmas specials on TV and got yelled at by my Dad for not studying.
Day well spent. :D
Also, Mum's gone off for some Anesthetist conference for about a week.
Which can only mean either of these two things: HOUSE PARTY!! PIZZA EVERYDAY!
Or, my Dad is going to try to cook and will probably end up burning the water.

This week is going to be pretty eventful. Oh yes.