May Contain Traces Of Nuts

these last few weeks, and yesterday especially, school has turned into my bitchy, teenage hell.
there was always going to a bitch fight.
i think everyone involved knew this.
the days before yesterday were like radio static. not particularly nice and peaceful, but not a full blown war either.

as much as i love a good bitch fight, yesterday was awful.
usually i love watching people fight about petty things, acting as if the world is about to end. in fact, sometimes it's nice just to have a little drama every once in a while, neighbors drama, not bold and the beautiful drama like yesterday.
i don't even know what happened exactly.
something small and stupid that was blown in proportion.
followed by backstabbing, accusations and general bitching.
what annoys me most though, is the way people bitch about people for no reason.
while, i admit people are not always nice, and that on occasions, urges to stab people are to be expected, there has to be a degree of respect.
if someone is pissing you off, tell them, but be polite about it.
walk away, whatever.
but bitching gets you about as far as a car without any petrol.

I guess i should write about my trip to woodend.
i would call it a holiday, but it wasn't exciting enough for that, so i shall call it a trip.

after having people over all of saturday and being extremely tired, i was up at seven trying to both pack and retain my sanity at the same time. it didn't work to well, but i did remember to pack undies. so i must of been a little less like a zombie than usual.
the drive was uneventful. i slept a lot and listened to my mp3 player to save my ears from the popstars that want me to fuck them, being played on the radio.
i listend to kisschasy's new CD for most of the way. i bought it ages ago but don't really listen to it much. so i thought i would give it another go as i was dissapointed with it. one hour later and i still was.
i forgot to mention the weather and why i was actually going on this little trip.
it was wet, rainy and bloody cold. especially in woodend. i have no idea why my grandpa(the reason for this trip) decided to move there, seeing it was in a bit of a coma, but he did.

so we arrived at my grandpas house and stayed in the cottage and died of bordem. my grandpa then decided to take us to a pub for lunch. it was okay execept, everytime i fell asleep in the car, i would wake to my little sister's grinning face. i swear i could have killed her.
we drove to dalesford and then went back to the house and watched foxtel for a bit(i forgot how good jerry springer was) and slept and died of boredom.
we went back to the cottage, watched kill bill 2, which was crap and slept some more.

my parents decided to stay another night and we went to castlemaine and a few other places. and after watching a god-awful movie last night and having to put up with my dad's radio-active anus on the way home, i am finally back here.

family holidays.
we've all had them.
ans while they can be a pleasant experience, there is always a chance that they will be the exact opposite.
so i've compiled a little guide on how to make them more enjoyable.

Mp3 player are perfect for family holidays, especially one that involve driving a long way. if your parents have a dodgy taste in music this at least makes it slightly better, although be prepared to turn the volume up really loud, especially if your parents are like mine and turn the music louder the minute they know you aren't listening.

there are four magic words "are we there yet." it'll drive your dad nuts, but at least you'll know if your there or not.

reading material is a must. magazine instead of books if you aren't into reading. because there is only so much TV you can watch while you're in a town that's so sleepy it's dead.

speaking of so sleepy it's dead. sleeping is good. it will be 100 times better than whatever you would be doing if you are awake.

bring homework if you have any. it's a drag, but if you need space, homework is the perfect excuse.

well, it's confirmed.
the whole harry potter series was a lie.
it's finally time we all knew...
dumbledore was never a wizard..
he's actually a fairy.

well, it does explain the  flamboyant purple robes...

methinks ms rowling read a little too much fan fiction...
although she did announce it after the seventh book was released.
maybe it was an attention thing...?
i dunno, but all i wanna know is, will they include this in the next movies??
then again, the new dumbledore is pretty dodgy anyway...

i love banana jaffels and banana sandwiches.
sure they may not be the cheapest or the best thing to eat for lunch/breakfast,but man do they taste good.
so i thought, since my parents are downstairs, in what may be the beginning of world war three, i would write a recipe.

ingredients:
2 slices of bread
1 small banana or 1 large banana
butter
oh, and a jaffel maker

method:
1. (optional) put favorites CD on. or joy fm if you live in Melbourne. happy music is good to cook to. dancing and sining alone if home alone is a must(if you could call it that).

2. if it's electric turn the jaffel maker to to warm it up.

3. butter the bread. put the buttered side facing down in jaffel maker.

4. chop up banana and lay it out on slice of bread.

5. place other slice of bread, butter side up on top and cook.

6. serve with ice tea, cola cordial or sugary soft drinks. preferably while watching bad TV.

the period of lowness is over.
i guess it only makes sense, i go on extended highs and i can go on extended periods of lowness as well. but these are much less pleasant.

i'm more excited than big kev.

i've come to the conclusion sinus headaches are like the period pain of the nose.
i keep getting them.
i just hope it isn't a sinus infection.
man, those suck

i hate family holidays at the best of times.
they're only bareable if they are overseas holidays because the newness of it all distracts from the fact that your family shit you to tears

okay, i know i sound like a spoilt brat, but my family are driving me insane. it's still the first week of the holidays, but with my dad tkaing a week off THERE ARE TOOO MANY BLOODY PEOPLE!!
if i was an evil dictator i would...what do evil dictators actually do?? gass chambers maybe...
okay, i don't really want to kill them.
i love them to some degree but i'm am loosing my fucking mind!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i feel like running out side into the cold, taking my clothes off and screaming chinese swear words.
i am loosing my mind!!!


anyway, tomorrow i have to on a "holiday" to Echuca with my mum, the turd, my dad, my auntie, my tight-arse uncle and with personalityless twins.
 
wish me luck...