... I don't even know where to start.
Initially, I figured I'd be coming home to this computer with many wonderful/happy things to blog about.
But like The Christmas of 1997 (a particularly bitter memory) and every other festival in the 90's and early 00's... I find myself in a position of not wanting to talk about anything.
It's like when one of those unseen, invincible blackholes sneak up on a galaxy and randomly decides to consume said galaxy.. you didn't see it coming but it did and all of a sudden everything just gets sucked up (no, not spaghettified) and turns into blackness.
I wish we had the chance to get spaghettified.
Now, I'm trying to cheer myself (and Ivan) up by delving deeper into what everybody calls my 'geeky things'.
Fixing floor plans for resubmission, Cthulhu and rewatching Lord of the Rings.
SJ said that she's taking scupting as a minor subject for this year.
What sculpting has to do with interior design, I might never know but she now has to sculpt something and asked for my help.
I'm gonna suggest Cthulhu.
But that tentacled head is gonna be a pain in the rear.
I was about to suggest it so I said "You know what'd be cool...." and she cut in and said "It'll be cool if I had time".
True.
Despite the blackness that I am now in.. there are some fun parts.
Seeing the newest addition to the family, Olivia, who's my niece was one good thing.
She's so adorable.. I took videos.
The other thing was walking out of my room to find my uncle standing by the window holding a box of chocolates staring out. I asked "What's going on?" and he replied "Fireworks" so I stood and watched with him.
The only other thing he said was "They burn so fast" and then as I had to go out for supper I said "Okay, gotta go, see ya!" and he went "Here" and thrust the box of chocolates into my hand.
On the way home, I realised that due to the rush prior to coming home, I forgot the box of chocolates.
