Maybe we should play a game: guess what song Kristina was listening to when she wrote this blog by looking at the title.
I find myself checking constantly if he's online of not, just to get a five minute chat with him. If he were my boyfriend, this wouldn't be silly. If I were single, this wouldn't be silly. But both of those factors don't apply to me, I'm just a rather silly person.
To my dismay, bowling will be cancelled tomorrow because of lack of interest. I'm sick of this always happening. I think I'm that metal pole magnets are never attracted to. I would complain futher, but I'd be at risk of emotic depression - if that's even a disease.
I'm currently on my laptop and I can see our Christmas tree. If I were in America, no way would I have a fake tree. But due to Australia's awesome hotly climate, I've got to live with the same tree I see year after year. I wish I were more creative, or our tree had more branches, because it looks very naked and bare. It's silly and I disapprove of it. But that shouldn't matter, at least the star the lead the three wise men is perched on the top, I suppose. And mum's favourite angel gets a place near it. Everything else isn't important. From the home-made stocking, ornament size, from however old I was to the present wrapped in Coke wrapping paper with a santa clause with coolio shades poking out. As someone brought up Catholic, I question the relevance of a Christmas tree. Jesus was born in a stable, not in a forest of pines. Who decided on decorations too? Jesus' birth was simple, no fancy pants tinsel, ball things or Santa Clause. Whoever decided on how we should spend Christmas must be earning a lot of money. If they're dead, which I'm deciding is the case, their great grandchildren must be earning a lot of trust money. Lucky bastards. But you're still not as rich as J.K. Rowling or Bill Gates. You have a lot of catching up to do. Maybe make buying new cars for each family member a new Christmas tradition, I'm sure you'd catch up in no time.
