day: one hundred and two

Well it turns out that maybe my day wasn't so bad. I feel like doing this moon charting thing but I want to do it with a friend so I still haven't remembered to mention it to said person. The holidays are three quarters done and school is nearing again. I guess I should just 'soldier on' (I remember that cough ad on tv and I was pretty amused by it) and just relax a bit before next year.

So I woke up to a phone call from mum a bit after 1 and I was shattered I didn't wake up earlier because dad was coming home and he sort of didn't have keys to the house but not to worry, he came home an hour later. I was pretty happy to see him home and he also brought along with him SOME PENS! Gosh, I just sat on the computer seat and just hugged them for a few minutes and played 'make weird colour patterns because the pacers are different amounts of colors'. Talk about obsessive compulsive disorder.

A certain someone came to visit and I really wasn't happy to see them since he wanted me to come over and teach his son guitar. I don't think he realizes how bad I am at guitar at the moment. My last memories at his house were sitting in the car for an odd few hours thinking that dad would only take 10 minutes. Back then I didn't have an iPod or any other electronically device apart from a mobile phone. I don't really feel like meeting his son anyway. I'm not really in the mood. It's enough drama with my friends anyway.

Mum came home early of course and after an hour or so, they went off to see my aunty for family reasons. I was by myself at last, I really do miss how it felt being alone most of the time. It's very nice being able to laugh as loud as you want and sing as crazily as you can. These are my one of my favourite things.

At the end of the day, well this wouldn't be the end of the day since I usually turn off the computer at midnight and blog either the minute before or hours later after realizing you forgot to blog but since my parents were home, it felt already late by 8. I usually just start watching tv shows at nine but I've been watching them at 6. At least I'm going to get a lot more sleep tonight. I think.

My end of the day ended lovely. You know, it's one of those small things that bring you a smile to your face. I won't say what it is but at least I'm (temporarily) happy.

The morals to this (relatively) magnificent day are:
• Moon charting. It sounds like some obscure spiritual things you do and I'm positive it actually is.
• I have 99 obsessive compulsions. One of them sure are pens.
• Teaching someone guitar when you're bad at it? It's probably how my school teachers feel.
• I know, that was uncalled for.
• Making references to Sound of Music. I must be getting old.