Ice what you did thar, fountain of brown goo

As I said in my last post, christmas shoppping over and done with. *celebrates*

Yes Kathryn, hate me, hate me like a worm hates the shovel which splits it in two, hate me like the worm hates itself for falling in love with it's 'other half' forgetting they were once the same non sentient being.

I am slowly getting back into the groove of things, slowly giving myself more time to sit down and attempt to write a blog entry, no longer everyday mind you. My poor little brain just can't cope with that. It's too busy focusing on how to escape my skull.

I find myself wanting the presents I buy for other people, and yes for those of you whom watch the Community Channel I do realize that Nat has recently Vlogged about this, that girl just Vlogs about everything, not that I mind I enjoy watching her alone in my dark room. I'm just saying I ain't copying, this was in my head for a while now.

Well, it was in my head ever since I bought my two little sisters their presents. Now, they know what their presents are, and if they don't and read this blog, then they do now. One of them is getting an ice shaver, the other a chocolate fountain.

Now I have to think to myself, why should my sister's get fancy food making machines, when I could be the one sitting there in a bathtub full of rose petals next to an oozing fountain of glorious dark brown seductive goodness whilst shaving ice to make myself a nice cold beverage?

I then realized both items were powered by electricity and probably couldn't do that unless I wanted a side order of electrons and a SHOCKINGLY drastic death.

I guess my point here is that I find myself buying far more extravagant things for other people than I do myself. I just can't find the willpower to spend the money on myself, yet when it come sto a sibling, a friend or even my own damn spoilt cat I find myself emptying my wallet faster than a girl empties a room full of gender confused nerds.

This isn't an interesting blog, hoo boy no, that should be coming soon, when I am not at work. It's just a little piece of food to help keep Billy Bob alive and well.

BIlly Bob, I love you. May you grow up to be big and strong one day.

November Comes to a Close

As November draws to a close, I find myself becoming immersed in the commercial world that is the holiday known as Christmas.

'Christmas' specials are now beginning to be plastered over every single shop window and during every ad break on TV. They are plastered on bus stops, buses, radios and yes, even written in the sky.

Christmas carols play endlessly on a mindless deary loop in the shopping malls and arcades. Smiling employees don Christmas hats and decorate their stores in shiny tinsel and flashing lights. God I feel sorry for those people, I have to wonder if they go insane or not, listening to all those darned tunes.

The time of year where cakes, turkeys and chickens are practically shoved into your face as you walk down the aisle, candies and puddings, firecrackers and more, all useless yet you can't help but find yourself buying. It probably cost .15 cents to make yet you find yourself paying $5+ for the plastic trinkets to place on your plastic (or real) tree.

Powerbills increase as you throw bright lights over your house and tree, hanging from the walls and ceiling, no real use, they just sit there and look pretty.

I never really understood the commercialism of christmas, all I can say and ask is wish me luck as I myself, will charge headfirst into the stampeding masses looking for that last minute special, as I grab my presents for those I hold close, and probably stop off for a nice cuppa hot chocolate somewhere, and because I am an Australian, I will ride a kangaroo home into the slowly setting sun, over a desert horizon, dotted with bushes and cacti, deprived of water.

In other words, the darn thing jumped out at me, I have done little to no christmas shopping. I better get on the ball, I don't want to leave it last minute~