2009

When life gives you lemons, learn some magic and make strawberry milk.

Then walk around with a pink milk moustache.

Speaking of moustaches, Moustachette! Haha.

I am yelling at a bee!

(Yes, dear. I realise I am copying you. This can just be payback for you spamming my post.)

Oh 2009, 2009, where for art thou?

A year of coffee addictions, literature quotations.
A year of tears and fears and beers and Lears.
A year of free lessons that could have been much better spent.
A year of SENIORS, splashed across our chests.
A year of aging and maturing... and evidently lying.
A year of pure madness, pure insanity, pure joy.

(Also a year of damn good television a la TBYG ♥)

2009. I'm-kinda-sad-that-now-it's-overface.

Rubik's Cube, Rollerskates

iPods, Dire Straits
Harry Potter, fluffy toys
Paris Hilton kissing boys
Space hopper, Hippy
Adam Ant, playing Wii
Techno, Disco
iSnack 2.0
Farnsey, Barnsey
80's pop, Hip-hop
Sergeant Pepper, and the Doors
Woodstock, Star Wars
Beehives, McEnroe
Emo, Tivo
Talkin' bout Your Gen
Brand new in 2010

So maybe I don't know all the words... but I turn that ad up everytime it's on.

TBYG ♥. Happyface.

... :O EEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP. There's an extended version...???!!!

Bacon

I can smell bacon. But not even good bacon.

It's not that delicious smell that wakes you up on Sunday morning and you realise a yummy breakfast will await you if you are willing to drag yourself out of bed.

It's the chemically, artificial, horrid smell of those bacon flavoured biscuits. Oh, how I hate bacon flavoured biscuits.

In non-meat related news, number 14 on my chocolate advent calender is a lantern.

It's funny (to me at the very least). When my mum bought advent calenders for my sisters but not me, I put on the sad act and acted all devastated that I was apparently "too old" for an advent calender until Mum went back out and bought me one. Now that I have it, I only eat out of it about as often as I blog.

I suppose that's why only kids get them. Us oldies don't have enough time to keep up to date with them. However, on the upside, forgetting about the advent calender means that when you do remember it you get 4 or 5 at a time. :)

Oh being old is grand, as is being in love.

*sigh* I wish you weren't so shy. That would make my cowardice less of an issue. All yesterday I considered just e-mailing you but I can't do that. That's would be the easy coward's way out.

'Aimee, you are a coward...'

Shut up voice.

I can still smell bacon. Nose-wrinkled-up-in-disgustface.

How to...

tell that your parents are even more addicted to Facebook than you are.

Dad: "Why aren't you eating your capsicum?"
Aimee: "I'm not really a fan of capsicum." /flicks more to the side of plate
Dad: "Then maybe you should join..."

I look up at my dad to see him grinning from ear to ear.

Facebook references are even better when made by parents.

It's been almost two weeks since I blogged last. That's like half a month!

Yikes! I fail. So here is what has happened since...

I graduated, and there isn't really a point in saying that I got the community service award, because my mum has already told everyone.

Eskimo #1: "Hey, did you here Aimee won the community service award?"
Eskimo #2: "Who's that?"
Eskimo #1: "Dude, I don't even know..."

Then I dressed up all fancy, strapped my ankles in for a night of discomfort and partied my way through formal. I was the mean customer who was all: "Excuse. This steak is cold."
Because it was. They served it to our table while we were out getting our photos done. Pssssshh.

Then last Saturday night I went to the Drive-In (insert giant love-heart here) and saw New Moon. The thing about it is that I saw it with 5 guys, two of them had already seen it, and it wasn't even my idea. I sadly have to say... I enjoyed the movie. Damn you Taylor "takes-his-shirt-off-and-makes-me-like-the-film" Lautner.

That reminds me... Anyone who can come to my house and say Lautner to my sister without her yelling at you like "ehhhhhhh!!! That's not how you pronounce it!!!"... I'll give you 5 bucks.

But anyway, I love the drive-in. Laying on picnic rugs, wrapped up in my friend's jumper because I forgot mine, eating candy while a determined-to-be-annoying rock constantly jabs into my hip... *sigh*

Then on Tuesday I saw Paranormal Activity. If you haven't already seen it...
DON'T SEE IT!!! It has successfully given me two nights full of nightmares.

Last night I was almost pleased that Andy decided to ring me at some ungodly hour, being the annoying goob he is. He woke me up from the worst nightmare yet.

Yesterday my car broke down. Something about the ignition modulator... I act like I'm some super cool girl who knows about cars, but really 'ignition modulator' sounds like 'lkjwasakjdsmngdhnwal' to me. :P

Finally, today I spent almost the whole day in the city. First up I had my Dental Surgery at Adelaide Uni interview (everyone cross your eyes and fingers for me).

Then Mum and I shopped till our little hearts' content. Ohh!! My Christmas shopping is all done. I'll have to let Dan know I actually bought him something... He kept asking me what I wanted for Christmas, pointing things out, asking prodding questions etc. So I had to be all: "You're not allowed to buy me anything, because I am too poor to buy you anything." *sigh* Those damn rich boys. Why do they have to be so damn adorable? So now he is allowed to spend $1.99 on me, because it's what I spent on him. :D

Hmmm. Long blog. I suppose it was necessary.

Rainy days in the city. Happyface.