Forgetfulness.

Today the most embarrassing thing happened. My cousin (who I see on a regular basis) briefly came to my flat, I opened the door and had absolutely no idea who she was. It wasn't just a case of not remembering someone's name. It was like I'd never seen her before in my life. I got really confused and for a moment acted all awkward and weird like I usually do around strangers. Luckily I realised who she was a couple of minutes later and came out with 'shouldn't you be in school today?'... Which is a totally un-me thing to say. It was so fucking weird. =/ Kinda funny looking back at it though...

And that's all I have to say for now. I'll probably blog again later about something pointless. Bye.

Guitarishness.

This year I made a few new years resolutions. There are only two I'm determined to stick to though- losing weight and playing my guitar every day.

For the last couple of years I haven't really played the guitar much. I think I've become kind of crap at it. I need to get better. I used to find playing the guitar really relaxing and it was one of the few things I really enjoyed. I have three guitars and they're all just kind of sitting around... it seems kind of pointless having them if I don't play them. At the moment they're just kind of decorations. That will change. I'm going to play guitar every day. I really need to get my plectrums, my amp, my pedals and Sid (my oldest guitar) from my grandparentals house. I need to improve... Especially because I want to start teaching Ike to play guitar from whenever he's old enough to actually hold one. I'm considering getting in touch with my old guitar teacher and seeing if I can get lessons off him again. In my opinion he's better at guitar than pretty much anyone in any band I know of. I wouldn't want anyone else teaching me guitarishness. Anyhow, that's basically all. I'm going to stick to this resolution no matter what. =]

SNOWBLOG!

I hate that there's snow pretty much all over the UK apart from here. Yesterday I was stranded in my grandparentals house because of the snow, but it was pretty much gone by this morning.

Where I live was apparently snowless. Still is. I was expecting the steps outside my front door to at least be a bit icy, but nopes- nothing!

Last night I made a tiny snowman on my grandparents car. He was called Smokey. He was awesome. That was the most fun I had in the snow yesterday. I couldn't persuade anyone to go out and play in the snow with me. It sucked. At times like that, I really wish Ike was a couple of years older! 

Snow is my favourite kind of weather. I feel like I'm missing out on it by living here. I'm considering moving to Newcastle or somewhere close to there just for the snow. I have lots of family people who live there, and they seem to always get snow. 

Anyhow, I hope you like Smokey. He's not very impressive, but I loved him... until he melted...

Hairblog.

On Christmas eve in the pub I was told by a guy (who happened to be bald) that my hair was outrageous. At least I have hair!

I don't care if my hair is outrageous. I love my hair and that's all that matters. Normal hair just isn't me. Whenever I have normal coloured hair, I don't feel like myself and I hate it. One of my new years resolutions is to not dye my hair a natural colour under any circumstances. Since I was 16, the only times I have dyed my hair a natural looking colour is when I was in sixth form and I had to have a natural hair colour and when I was pregnant. When I was pregnant, the only reason I dyed my hair brown was because people kept telling me that it would go weird when pregnant and because I'd heard bad things about dying hair when pregnant and decided to dye it brown so I wouldn't have to keep fixing the roots. By I was eight months pregnant, I got really fed up of it and dyed it pink. It's now really light blonde, pink, green and yellow. It makes me laugh when people diss it. In fact, I love it when it happens! It makes me proud to have controversial hair... Is that weird? People compliment it more than diss it anyway. I love the fact that it's no longer all dry and stuff. I'm not sure how that happened. It used to be horrible from bleaching it so much!

Anyhow, I can't think of anything else to say about hair. I'm not even sure why I had a huge urge to write about hair, but hey ho! On to other things...

Last night (new years eve), I had a party in my 'flat'. It was awesome! There was hoobloads of alcohol and everyone (apart from two people) got rather drunk. There's even quite a lot of alcohol left over. Not sure what to do with it. There's quite a lot of beer left and I don't generally drink beer because I don't like it. Maybe I'll have a can every night for a few nights to try and make myself like it. I feel odd not liking beer. Everyone else seems to like it. Ooohh, absinthe mixed with lemonade is fucking amazing by the way! But yes, it was a rather awesome night. We made muffins at like 2am, had a lot of interesting (well, drunken) conversations and did general drunk things. =]

I'm going to go and watch Fight Club now. Then I'm going to sleep. I think I need to sleep even though I already slept for a few hours in the afternoon/evening. Byebye.

The Annoying Mystery Rash.

I'm pissed off. I'm completely covered in a horrible, itchy rash. It's definitely not chickenpox. I've never had chickenpox, but it's the wrong kind of rash for that. Apart from the rash, I feel absolutely fine. I've had to cancel the party I was gonna have tonight because I don't want to risk people catching it because I don't know what it is. No family people have a rash though, so that makes me think it might not be contagious. =/ I originally thought I was allergic to something in the stuff I had a bath in on Christmas day because I'd never used it before and it seemed to be worse in areas where I'd smeared it on myself, but it seems to be worse today than it was yesterday, so I'm thinking maybe it's not that. It's really weird. The spots are all different sizes and some of them are just big patches of redness rather than actual spots... and some of them are turning into weird ring-type-things. =/

I'm so fucking pissed off about it. >.<

Anyhow, christmas sucked. It wasn't too bad... it was just boring. The fact I went out and got completely wasted to the point of puking a lot when I got home on Christmas eve didn't really help. I spent most of Christmas with a hangover. It didn't feel Christmassy at all. It was just like a normal Sunday (even though it was Friday) but with presents. It was nice enough... just fucking boring! I got some great presents though, and people seemed to like what I got them. =]

I can't wait for Casualty tonight. It'll be the highlight of my day now that the party is postponed. It sucks about the party. I have absinthe and everything. It was going to be good. I guess it'll still be good, but it wont be today. It'll suck if nobody can make it whenever I re-plan it for! Bleep. At least postponing it gives me time to tidy up my flat!

Hoobletoodledoo!

xmas eve and liberation

I have nothing else I need to do today. I'm just waiting for the baby to wake up for feedage and have been for the last hour. I feel liberated. I can do whatever the hell I want to do. It's amazing. I should have had a bath or something. Not gonna risk it now though. He's bound to wake up soon.

It's now Christmas eve. I'm still like a 5 year old. I can't wait for Christmas. It's going to be weird not being the youngest person in the house on Christmas day though. I don't know why I like Christmas so much. It always ends in immense family arguments. It's great until the arguing starts though, and it's great after it ends. I'm going to get drunk this year because I'm a grown up so nobody can tell me how much alcohol I'm allowed to drink! XD I've been wrapping every present I've bought Isaac. I realised (after wrapping everything) that it's a complete waste of time because I'm going to be the one opening them anyway! Isaac isn't even old enough to really appreciate wrapping paper. I'm silly! :P I have lots to do today. I need to go shopping on behalf of my grandmother to get my grandfather's present, I need to buy something for my uncle, I need to go to pets at home and buy the animals presents and I need to track Santa on google earth. Busybusybusy.

I'm getting fed up of waiting for Ike to wake up. I think I'll try to go to sleep. As soon as I'm almost asleep, he's bound to wake up! XD

Ew. Ew. EWWWWWW!!!

Isaac is out of hospital and he seems to be getting better. All is good.=]

A couple of hours ago, the most horrid and disturbing thing happened to me.
Picture this: You're walking downstairs. All you want to do is innocently get a can of coke from the fridge. You open the living room door. You walk in. You see a naked old man standing by the door to the bathroom. You scream. You run out of the room. You realise you've just seen your grandfather naked. You almost puke. You go hide somewhere upstairs.

Yes. That actually happened to me. How exceedingly gross. I don't know why he was standing there like that. I don't want to know. I just hope I never have to witness it again.Will I ever be able to look at him again? I think not! 

I am deeply disturbed. My grandmother found it amusing... I can see why it's funny now, but at the time I was like 'ewwwww. ewwwwwwwwwww. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.' My grandfather didn't even seem embarrassed. I don't know why. I would have been mortified. I am fucking mortified! =/