Christmas Cynicism.

oooohh , Christmas Eve,
And now I shall time out of my incredibly busy life to be a pure cycnicist and christmas scrooge, which apparently I have been annoying my family for the past few days talking about it. So I'll let as much of it out as possible.

To begin with:
Being brought up as an agnostic, I'm quite open to all views of the world, and all the cultural differences. I'm not rascist, sexist or any other form derogatory -ist. But I am annoyed. Yes, there are a few things wrong with everyone's favourite day.

The commercialism involved in Christmas is ... over-the-top, to understate it. I am repeatedly told that christmas is a time for giving and for joy, instead i find myself disgusted by the hideous colour scheme of it, and the fact that i can't exactly be joyful when I'm spending money on people I don't like very much, on things I don't I like very much - to give no joy whatsoever to the people I'm sending it to. I personally find no amount of joy in recieving the copious amounts of underpants - which in a rather filthy turn have gotten slowly more lacy. I don't know what my parents expect of me, considering I barely leave the house.

And the RELATIVES: I don't have too much of a problem with mine - thankfully we barely get together and we are all on good terms, but who relishes the thought of a christmas with family! All those skeletons in the closets and the mishaps that somehow seem to happen! It's like a Murphy's Law: "Those Families that shalt get together for a special occasion salt have numerous falling outs and bad occurances". Stories I've heard put 'Death at a Funeral' to shame.
And the indecision when buying family members presents,
"OH, yes, well, I think that boy cousin of yours Ian is a fairy boy so should I get him a dildo or a pair of fluffy pink slippers" - And you thought stereotypes weren't this bad.

Mind you, I quite feel sorry for most other religions that don't celebrate christmas as the roaring monster of sales it is. Getting all of it shoved in your face every time you turn a corner, switch on the tv, or hear those irritating christmas tunes blowing out the candle of joy in your mind. It's bordering on rude. Lets those who celebrate christmas, celebrate quietly and don't disturb the neighbours, and thosee who don't celebrate christmas a little peace of mind in the silly season.

But the most annoying thing of all is the christmas tunes.
I cannot even begin to fathom the depth at which they knaw away at all vestiges of humanity left in the poor, mindless, zombie-like shop-workers, who are forced to conform by having to inhumanely wear santa hats and wear red and white like slain polar bear. Considering the fact most of these unfortunate people are my age, I bet you're thinking I have a part-time job... Thankfully I have avoided doing any such work. But I must tell you, that the considreation of suicide is possible at the next rendition of "Jingle Bells" - Or my special favourite - "Have yourself a merry little christmas" - Which - despite all my attempts to block out sound from my brain at the christmas carols, managed to creep back intothe agenda approximately five times.

Aaaaaahh.
Well that was refreshing, and now time to be off to bed. I've got presents in the morning :) Woohoooo. - somehow, I always find the idea of getting more stuff quite appealing.

I actually think I liked doing a rant and rave like that - maybe I shall start a blog for ranting a raving on certain topics :) - but for now, have a good day tomorrow, no matter your religion, views on christmas or whether you've found out that the santa in the mall is actually my very gay, very obese neighbour. I apologise for letting your kids sit on his lap.

Much love,
L.

P.S. L is pissed off... will never date again.

general update 2

Blah, Blah So tired.

We had christmas carols last night. The winner of Australian Idol, Stan Walker, Somehow managed to fall into my ditch of a town, and I had to go. I honestly, in some aspects can't really see how he won. So my "previous guy interest" and I sat and insulted Stan Walker the whole time. :)
I have decided I'm not one for relationships. I feel very awkward in them.

So today, we are all off to the pool, whoop-de-doo.
At midday, - two of my three best girlfriends are going to be there. and a few of my guyfriends. Wow I sound like a whore..... But anyway, I shall probably end up drowning, considering Everyone there is taller than me. and they all want to go up the deep end of the pool, and I'm a short-ass who can't swim. FUN!. - Well the day should prove to be interesting at least. If not awkward.

Well, Now It's ten thirty in the morning and I'm super tired so I'm going back to bed for a bit. :)

general update 1

Well, Today Is Mummy-Dearest's birthday.
She is turning the ripe age of 44. That means 44 birthday punches.
Funnily enough, by that age, we all buy our own presents.
And she doesn't want a cake. Who doesn't want a cake???
But she's going out with friends for the whole day. For a social introvert, she actually has quite a number of friends. I hope she has fun.

Anyway, A random girl turns up at our door with a cameraman this morning. Turns out she was from Win TV.
She videoed us.... I have nothing more to say on that .... embarrassing subject.

OYSTER magazine is purely amazing. and vaguely pornographic.
but I love it anyway. And now- there are no newsagencies in town selling it!!! OH NO.
Am I going to live? - Of course! - I was just being silly. But seriously, I want this magazine so badddd...
Luckily they do sell Frankie. :D - My other favourite magazine. Purely for its ability to be dead CUTE.
Maybe I shall check out RUSSH. ? Is it good?

all for now. L.

Hello, and general blah blah

Well, Fuck Posting Every Month;
I couldn't find out how to get onto this damned thing.

LOL! - Well now I can ,

Lets do something interesting.

Currrently - My favourite artiste is Regina Spektor.
I hold her in much high regard,
Not only for her quirky songs, but for the fact that she isn't influenced by society opinions on 'normal' music.
Gotta love her and her amazing piano-playing. I have not one musical bone in my raggedly little body.
Look up Hero :)

Well Recently. I have discovered that I may have quite a talent for attracting guys.
Eg. Swing of the hips, eyes like a fawn, my excessively loud laugh, the fact I look less like a drunk moose than I used to kind of helps.
But I kinda like being single, I don't really have a penchant for relationships.
I like being wanted- But I don't really return the favour.
Wow, I sound really stuck up there, but I honestly don't have the patience for a relationship.

Anyways; I have decided, As Much as I love fashion, My lazy ass can't deal with that so this shall purely be a blog about whats on my mind.

Which reminds. - Current guy interest has invited yours truly to the christmas carols...

I HATE CHRISTMAS CAROLS. With a passion.
But I figure It means something if I'm somewhat willing to go.

Considering, that I would doubt that anyone would ever read this, get halfway into it and not give up I figure now is the time to insert profuse profanities.
Especially at the fact my friends can be so farking dumb sometimes
Quote : "I sound so smart when you are around, thanks Lily"

wow.
she was texting a random guy... used much.? I wonder what will happen when he finds out she has the brainpower of a brick wall and the sex drive of tiger woods.

Oh well, If you liked this blog, thanks, I didn't really try, but I'm enjoying it anyway... Already.

So, goodnight, the sixteen year old deliquent is out.

L.