Hello to 2010!

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Tweek from South Park - CAFFEINE!!!I think I'm officially fit enough to actually get into 2011 with a party. The glorious way I greeted 2010 in proves that. Spending the most of yesterday in bed when the extreme caffeine high gave the baton to an extreme caffeine low also proves that. And I have just woken up from a strange dream which was literally rewinding this month last year...and that was not cute, since there were many hamburgers in January 2009 and I don't have a hamburger on me right now.1

For those of you who don't know, in countries where Christmas is on 07th January (Orthodox + old calendarist), New Year is the flashy one in the bunch. It's when you give expensive gifts, because Christmas is a super-religious and intimate family occasion that you shouldn't turn into a parody of itself, which is probably the reason I gasp and cringe at the western Christmas extravaganza. We just simply spend all our money by the first morning of the year and then Christmas really has that humble feeling to it.

So, on the last day on the two thousand lame-ass-fucked-up nine, I went through an additional set of h8 that the dying bitch has sent to me upon finding out that I wrote this. I went to grab my present from mom's friend who is an Oriflame dealer and I got caught in a thunderstorm on my way back home. The possibility of a summer thunderstorm in December is, of course, really small.

In the evening, there was blue moon; which, as we all know, occurs only once in a blue moon. Mom looked at it, I came along to take a look myself and the moment I looked, the moon quickened its pace and hid under a really big cloud. 2009, you stinky piece of feces!!!

And then there was the new year and things were suddenly as normal as they would've been, say, in 2008. I opened a bottle of Tom and Jerry sparkling white grape juice (real champagne tastes badly) and a great film started on TV. It's called The Irony Of Fate. It's really long, but really good...consider this a recommendation.

By 9 in the morning and having completed some tutorials and written my first p... of 2010, I realised that I had drunk a whole bottle of Pepsi Max overnight and that half of the grape juice was gone as well. And then there was a caffeine low. No ski jumping. No Vienna concerto. No special films. Just waking up for the yummy roast and baked potatoes and then waking up at 8 today, going WTF. Someone on my Facebook newsfeed was asking if you could be hungover from soda. I say yes.

1 - Lame excuses rule, don't they?

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