Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

...on day 13. I was getting bored of writing numbers for titles. The dog got a green twisty bone. Despite my hopes I don't think I'm going to enjoy Christmas.
Mum went to the funeral, she even stayed for the wake. She met some old friends there. I don't exactly like funerals. They're depressing. I don't like wakes either. They're mainly full of strangers with a handful of people I do know. That can also be depressing.
This guy was practically a stranger to me. Maybe I might have met him once or twice when I was too young to remember. It's been a long time since I met any of his family.

I didn't put my decorating plans into action. I kind of overslept. I say kind of. I spent about an hour and a half sort of half dozing and half awake. It's too cold to get out of bed...in my opinion.

I had a missed call from Napoleon so I texted him back (in case he was still at the wake or something. I try to be considerate.)
He called me again after mum got home.

I woke up super happy today. I'm excited that Christmas is just around the corner. I've got my gifts. We plan to get a tree tomorrow. Don't hate me for getting a real tree. They're great. They serve a purpose to the people who grow them and the people who buy them. All I have to do now is wrap my gifts and that's my individual end of Christmas done. Still have the joint part of Christmas to arrange (cleaning, decorations, getting the bird and so on).

For some reason I just woke up happy. I like that but I'm also wary of it. I know that a simple thing could make me depressed but I try to stay happy. I want to be pleasant and happy over Christmas. I don't want to fight with the old man again like last year.

So. He calls me back. I answer cheerfully enough. He probably wants to confirm mum's Christmas present or something. No. He's telling me off for not going to the funeral. Next time mum gets invited to something like that I should go too as a courtesy and to get me out of the house. It's true I don't like going outside but in fairness it's cold outside. Doesn't everyone want to huddle up indoors when it's cold?

Mum hasn't got a job yet she's still paying for me to eat so therefore I am a leech and need to leave the nest...............It's hardly my fault she lost her job and it's not like I'm stopping her from getting a new one. She's stopped bothering with that herself.

So. If she goes out he wants me to go out. Funerals. Weddings. Formal parties. Mishaps. Not quite sure what he's on about but basically if she goes out I should too. So. Mum. Get many invites to things like that? No. Didn't think so.

Like I said. I hate funerals and it was for someone I hardly knew. So I should have gone, met the grieving family and be sympathetic like I'm suffering too then go to the wake and eat the food, drink the drink provided by the deceased's family which is basically taking advantage of their hospitality. Now if we were all pretty close then I wouldn't feel awkward going. But like I said. The guy and his family are practically strangers to me, especially since I haven't seen them in a decade or so.

Napoleon doesn't have a clue about anything. He's an annoying ***. And I know he's going to go on and on about it, like he does, on Christmas day. This year I might finally get pissed enough to punch him. I just want to try and have a happy and pleasant Christmas without getting angry or depressed. But since that oh so lovely chat with the old man I've been depressed all day. I'm kind of bouncing between sort of happy and sad.

Once I started getting depressed I went up to read some Azumanga. It cheered me up for a while.

So. This Christmas. Probably going to fight with the old man. I'm breaking out in spots (never a good sign) and I seem to be shedding my skin like a lizard. For some reason my eyebrow decided to get flaky overnight. Very weird.

I'll try to stay cheerful. We'll see how we go.

Bluebiird out.

By the way. That was *** as in donkey not behind. If I were saying behind I would've said ****.....I've censored that myself since it wouldn't censor on it's own. I figure if *** was blocked then **** should be too. Funny. You censor the American spelling but not the English.....I wonder what other words I could get away with