3 1st December XXXXX

x cozy fluffy socks

x impossible dad gift

Boyfriend's gamer rule book

chocolate for nephew an niece.

x sent xmas cards to grandparents

x cat, dog and hamster gifts

food for other pets (reptiles and that pink fluffy 8 legs).

Realizing I started writing my shopping and Christmas list in the wrong notebook, thankfully not where said BF would check what I will be getting him. Busy fortnight of shopping around for everything, and wishing I had spend all this money sooner in November. This whole last minute shopping is mind numbing as it is.

No wonder that Black Friday is big deal, it's where all the gifts come from to begin with and anyone would afford a LED 44 inch tv as a Christmas gift. Ugh, those whom tut about with having stable family and finance. It gets on my nerves.

I am being unfair to myself. I should never compare myself to others. For all i know, they have the worst Christmas in history with becoming homeless the next week or something. Now I am just being very negative. I don't feel any better about writing that statement then I did thinking it.

Writing. It's a self-assessment of realizing one's flaws, worth and often doesn't mean being asked if I been drinking or something. I find it so patronizing that they assume my young age means i am party goer. It really is the opposite.

In more recent news between all the Christmas adverts, the shower of dead birds is not what I was expecting to be top of the news stories this morning. I haven't really encountered it myself yet.

The rumours that is a sort of like rabies but in birds. Maybe more closer to mad cow disease; it hijacks the brain. They say that is could be a disease that is causing tumors and strange limb growths around wings of these birds.

The public advice is to report it immediately for local wardens to clear up. A free to call number is being slapped on posters everywhere, adding with the slogan of do not touch or save the bird.

Likely its just another one those that can not transfer humanly without any drastic mutation. Added bonus of the current population being as fit as they are fatty around here.

Jokes around uni have been 'the second calling of the bird flu' or 'sheep blood'. Poking fun at the very serious country wide spread of the last flu we just came out of the clear of. Thankfully at control levels that means no been publicly registered anymore.

A interesting study came out about food habits, what people choose to no longer eat due to the recent cries about protesting for disease control testing of market meats. The sudden increase of many whom suddenly became vegan. A price hike for all meat based products, even staples like milk is a rare commodity.

Things are slowly settling about this strange cases of diseases; but certainly a jump to the moon with it being nearly Christmas. Everything from stores, high streets and online buffer speeds has shown such a special hyper for the festive season. A way to bury heads in and and shake the tail feathers.

I am looking forwards to talking to everyone around the table. Grandparents cracking old stories about what they did as kids and what little they had. The able cheifs team steaming the 12 part meal and the 4 different after dinner puddings. The youngest with the stocking gifts. the dogs and cats playing with what remains of the wrapping paper over the floor. The after party disaster that often takes 9 weeks to finally erase out of carpets.

Let us not forget the cherry on top, what drama is the eldest brother of mine going to dragging with him. The 94th girlfriends that wants more for very little. Maybe someone became pregnant while been away. The embarrassment stories to make any potential lover take a runner out of here. Worst has to be my mothers often to straight to the front jokes, as front as it gets with asking adult topics. Always has a story to tell that make any normal blush shades of velvet tomatoes.

Come to think of how long it has been since being in Uni... I miss everyone.

No matter the outcome of horror that be drenched in drama, I am looking forwards to really seeing them face to face.

It's way to lonely to be a good girl.

But I stand by my preambles of self-respect, to not be a sleaze to sleep with every goo goo eyed boy that I met. Besides, I dislike the idea of drinking until blacked out. A waste of life.