So I've been watching a hamster lately. Literally.
A friend asked me to look after her while they were on holiday, and I literally just watch her.
She amuses me. She turns her food bowl upside down all the time, so she's messy. Earlier, I watched her push her poo out of her ball and then roll away so she obviously has some standards. Food everywhere is fine, but poo lives elsewhere. Which is fair enough!
I think she has an identity crisis. When she first existed, she screeched like a parrott. Now, she is either standing on her hind legs like a meerkat or hanging off the ceiling like a bat. I mean sure, it's difficult to know you're a hamster if there are no other hamsters around to compare yourself to, but I hear it's just as well as she would probably eat it anyway.
I don't know whether it's because I am tired or because I am all nice and snuggly (electric blanket mid July? I think so!) but I literally cannot keep my eyes open right now. In fact, I keep having to go back and change my spelling in this post to something actually legible seeing as I keep typing even when my eyes are closed.
I was really disappointed in Office earlier. We went to buy converse for the bridal party, but left empty handed. What sort of shoe shop doesn't have size 5 or 7 of a shoe that is in the window? The uncommon sizes I can understand, but 5 through to 7 are super common. Both the styles that we were looking at are Office exclusives as well, so I can't even look up more competitive prices.
Aish! I've gotten really rubbish at posting every day over these last few weeks.
Granted, sometimes I have valid reasons, such as the hen night, or the wedding weekend, but the rest of the time it literally doesn't cross my mind until the next morning, or even a couple of evenings after.
Bad blogger.
The hen night was awesome. We pratted around in a posh hotel, ate a posh meal ... and then went t' pub. I am mostly proud of myself for drinking cocktails, wine and disaranno through out the night WITHOUT throwing up. Maybe, finally, I am capable of getting drunk without vomiting first! Not that this is particularly a good thing. I always forget how shitty alcohol makes you feel about yourself after you have gotten past the happy tipsy phase.
*COUGH* It also makes you kiss boys you have absolutely no interest in just 'cos your friends told you that you had to ... although it was mostly because the guy told you it was the price of a drink. *COUGH* Hmmmmm ... what?
Somehow, I ended up with more alcohol in the boot of my car the next day than I arrived with. My friends and I then pushed my car around the car park for a bit, because we're cool and that's just how we roll.
Ummm ... I feel like this is a very alcohol centred post.
Don't drink, kids.
It's highly overrated.
Get high on sugar instead. It doesn't come with a hangover.
<3 x
P.S. In other news, I am literally constantly singing Monster by Big Bang at the moment ... but only the last line ... repeatedly. So, if you hear me doing so, don't worry, it is not a hint.
P.P.S. I love how you search Monster on YouTube and Big Bang comes up before Kanye or Gaga. See how kpop is spreading?! It's a shame its a ... umm lets just say strange ... video though. I'll stick with Fantastic Baby.
P.P.P.S. Kinda hooked on My Princess ... I'm on episode 5 already.
Now that I think about it, the chances of two people mutually liking each other must be pretty darn rare.
It's like this whole 'the one' thing, where there is only one person meant for another in the whole world. Yeah, bull shit, or else pretty much everyone has settled for numbers 2, 3, 4, 5 or 10983. There are a hell of a lot of people in this world, and I find it highly unlikely that there is just one perfect couple combination possible.
Although, I guess every time someone dies, then that's their 'one's' chance of happiness gone up in flames too. Maybe that's why some people are eternally single, their partner is dead already.
