Birthdays

Today was a rather eventful day. I'm not sure how I'm going to write this blog post or structure it because just a few hours ago I had so much to write about and now I have nothing in my head. Like usual.

The day was a usual one, started off with me nearly sleeping my way through english tuition, hanging around and using my insulting ways to make friends. I must say it works better than standing around awkwardly. I learnt how to play pool today, I give credit to 'lance furyspike' for teaching me, at least this time I didn't stab myself in the stomach with the stick thing.

Yes I know it sounds pathetic, but the balls were intimidating me.

I had a good time spending the rest of the day with some good friends and poking people with tree branches. It's usually my attempt at breaking awkward moments, I just can't stand awkwardness. It begins with awkwardness, then my many attempts to make things un-awkward, which makes things further awkward, then followed by my frustration, then anger, then homicide. Then it becomes more awkward since everyone is dead.

Well I wanted to talk about what happened on my 17th birthday in this post. But I can't be bothered now. Maybe the next post :D

Butterfly Trees

The prediction was a day full of annoyance and bad luck.

I woke up late:

But I still managed to get to the train on time looking like a wreck. Guess what? Train was half an hour late and I was sitting next to a smelly fat person.

Then I got stopped at the ticket stand to get my ticket checked. I have a yearly, I've used it all year, but it just so happens that this was the day that my concession card decides to stay at home.

After that the ticket lady kicked my ass...

After that, all the trams seemed to have stopped coming so I waited for a tram. Then I realised I didn't have the map I needed that showed me how to get to my lecture.



I arrived in the lecture 20 minutes late only to be clueless and bored shitless for the next 3 hours.

Then to sort my mind out I went to the botanical gardens. I like the botanical gardens! I found a tree full of butterflies :D

Then I went to nandos. But something was wrong.

 I had ordered my usual pequeno mini burger with no tomato and extra mayo with a side of peri peri chips. But something was wrong... very wrong...

My world had become dark. This could not be. The burger was meant to have a hard crusty bun, it was meant to be harder to eat. I enjoyed the fight involved in eating the mini burger. There was no thrill, no fun. No awesome kung fu ninja fight with my burger where I triumph by successfully consuming the evil burger.

But then I felt hungry and decided that I would just have to settle for the soft burger.

The train ride home was fun. I had much fun eating my Kinder Surprise while everyone looked at me weird :D

Photos

Oh where to begin, Photos and I have a very love-hate, complicated relationship. You see I like taking photos, but I don't like being in them, I like looking at photos, but I don't like others looking at photos of me, I like having lots of photos, but I don't like others having photos of me ._.

It just so happens that I possess an amazing ability to transform within a second from a moderately okay looking pose to something that resembles the sterile offspring of a horse and a fish.

Here are some examples of photos gone wrong.

I think my dislike of photos began in grade 5, It was the year where everything "went wrong". I wasn't on the top of the timestable ladder anymore, nor was I the brightest person in class anymore, and I carried a huge dislike for my teacher.

We had a project to do called me, myself and I which required photos of our childhood. My project had clearly had a great deal of effort put into it, but instead of complimenting me for my work, My teacher looked at my childhood photos, and at the age of 11, asked me, "What happened?"
But nevertheless, as a treat, I have uploaded one of those photos.

Hope you guys had an amazing Christmas and wishing you all the best for the New Year

Lots of love,

Pie.