Oh my gosh...

I think there's something wrong with me... I'm being wayyy too nice for my own good. It's my half-brother's birthday tomorrow and I made him a cake (see picture above)... It's not amazing, but it's the thought that counts... right? It has some Chuggington character on it... I'm not even sure of his name because I've only seen Chuggington once or twice, but he's obsessed with it... hopefully he'll like it... It's pretty darn messy, but hey ho! It needed some blue on it, but I have no blue writing icing or even food colouring.

Anyhow, to add to the freakish niceness, I actually spent over £50 on him. I was only going to get him that rainbow aquadraw thingy (which cost £25) but I was out shopping today and I kept finding cool clothes I wanted to buy him... So he ended up with a super-cool dinosaurified raincoat, a batman tshirt, a buzz lightyear tshirt and some spiderman pjs... I'm not sure he'll be too pleased with those because when I was little I absolutely loathed getting clothes for my birthdays, but maybe as he's only 2 he's too young to really think clothes are stupid.

Oooohh... and I got him a really cool card with some funky giraffes on it from some fair trade shop... and then as I was writing in it I realised that on the inside it has a big thing about thanking the lord... It's quite amusing because I'm the person people would least expect to get him a card like that... It is rather hoobacious though.

Must. Stop. Being. So. Fucking. Nice.

Updateyness!

I haven't written anything in quite a while... In fact, I don't even think I've written anything yet in 2009! I'm going to start writing more... if I remember.

I quit school just over a month ago. I know I have a habit of quitting things and I was trying to kick the habit, but I didn't succeed. It just got so boring! I wish I hadn't quit though. Not doing anything is all good for a couple of weeks but after that it just gets boring. Not being in school is pretty much fucking up my life. I hardly ever see any of my friends and I'm once again back to being completely nocturnal. Meep. My life is back where it was a year ago. I'll find something to occupy my time with eventually... But I want to go back... I really want to go back! I miss the vending machine with all the Red Devil in it.

It's my 18th birthday in 19 days. I'm surprisingly unexcited. I don't want to grow up! There's also that really awkward thing about recieving presents. It's not that I hate getting new stuff, I just don't like the thought that people could have spent the money they spent on me on something they needed and I know I haven't done anything to warrant recieving presents anyway. I guess it's a weird guilt thing.

I really want to go to a different country... even if it's only for a couple of days (and no, I don't mean england!). The last time I left the UK was when I was 14. I went to Ypres and The Somme with school. It was pretty awesome... I think... All I really remember is that there were loads of awesome signs (see picture ^ up there somewhere), I got really cheap candyfloss from a little chocolate shop, the teachers fucked up the vegetarian meals one day so they just bought us a load of chocolate and we went in loads of graveyards. I really need to go somewhere! I'm so tempted to just bugger off to Paris one weekend... I'd hate to go alone though, so I probably wont.

I'll write again later when I have something more interesting to write.