New Era

Well, this is my new blog, which hopefully, my mother will never read.
Although I still have copies of Fable of Chelsea, I'm not planning on uploading them again unless I get asked by more than one person (who btw, needs to STOP ASKING).
I am intending on writing other stories, mainly Michelle's, and hopefully many more, along with all the random shit I am constantly thinking about. As, since it's what I'm thinking about, it's obviously significant to you aswell. :P

It's CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS!!!
...Well technically it has been for a week now, but who's counting? Better late than never. Everyone has been complaining about how bored they've currently been, staying at home, sleeping, surfing the net, basically doing shit all. Now I ask, how can that possibly be boring? That's heaven! I'm not waking up till noon each day, and then I play DS or w/e for awhile, eat, do more random pointless things, then go to sleep. What more do you want? I haven't even started to become bored yet.
I'm not really looking forward to Christmas. And if you're reading this don't give me shit about how I'm just saying that b/c I'm cynical, but seriously. It's really just another day. I don't know about your Christmas' but mine is going to be... interesting. As always, I will be shaken awake by none other than my darling twin brother Mark, usually about 6:00am. Evidently, as we are 14 now (BIG KIDS!) we no longer have the childish fantasy of Santa, so he won't be screaming: SANTA'S BEEN! SANTA'S BEEN! He'll say: Get the hell up you're the last one and we want our presents. Jolly, huh? Really gets you in the mood for Christmas joy.
After we've done the whole present thing, it's a matter of gong straight back to sleep until about 11:00 (apart from Mark, of course, who needs to play with his presents straight away). Around dinner, we'll go to our Uncle's where we are forced to be polite and exchange even more gifts, and plaster big fake smiles on our faces as we've finally gotten that Barbie doll we asked for when we were 4 years old =.=". (Slight exaggeration, don't get Barbie's anymore, but still.)
This farce generally goes on for about 5 hours when all the adults are pissed and we're all sneaking beer from the fridge b/c they're all too 'happy' to care.

I've finished ranting now. Yes, that is our Christmas tradition. Which, deep down, I love, although it is usually irritating.
Has anyone else noticed how Santa is an anagram for Satan? Just found that... intriguing.
Here's a jolly quote I found while surfing the net whilst online Christmas shopping:

"If I hear "Holly Jolly Christmas" one more time, I think I'm going to have to puncture my eardrums with a sharpened candy cane."

Lovely, isn't it? Now THAT puts me in a jolly mood for Christmas!

- Jane.