Tuesday, January 01, 20085:34 AM
Choco-addict
I am addicted to chocolate...
Random voice: So what's new?
Help. I need help. To stop craving chocolate. I mean. It was so good while it lasted. So... fun, and comforting to eat and yummy and tasty. Until I ran out of it, the withdrawal syndromes start kicking in, and I get grumpy, spotty, blotchy, and my face turns a funny color, and I can't bear to do any form of work except moaning about how I need more chocolate, how unfair the world was, forgetting poor lil' me on my birthday, and making chocolates mile and miles away (actually it was only downstairs at the mama-shop) and chocolates were made to small for a body to gloriously take one large satisfying mouthful and hear that awfully delicious sound of a choco-chunk breaking, without worrying there won't be enough for afters. Then afterwards, I get sick of myself being needy and start lumbering about, and notice how huge I become and start whining about how I'll never fit into the clothes I just bought, how an earthquake might happen if I dare to jump, or how I'll never be able to pick ルル up without squishing him. Then I stop and get sick for being so emo-ish. Then somewhere starts itching, and I will realise I ran out of chocolate. Oh gosh, it's an endless vicious cycle.
It all started with having too much to do. Then, I decided to bake a cake (chocolate, naturally), to destress. The cake was a miracle because I never attempted a fancy cake before, and it tasted (cue Portal song, Still Alive) so delicious and moist. And I needed more chocolate. But I could stop myself because there was school to go, (mad, puke-making) stuff to do. But during the holidays... ALL THE TOLERABLE PEOPLE DISAPPEARED! As if it was some kind of plan hatched up to ignore me for the entire holidays! Pure Madness. I got off, bought a nice delish box of Van Houtten's Almonds and lasted til Christmas (thankfully), and my mom bought Ferrero Rocher for me birthday, and I demanded her to buy KitKat. I meant the Chunkies of course, but I guess it wasn't obvious enough. But well, a chocolate is still a chocolate. And now... I feel weak without them. Save me... *faints*
I'll let pictures sum up the rest of my week. Feeling wretched right now.
What's left of my present
A package that came from Academy of Arts University, pretty neat stuff
The motto that was the package. Love it. (Do what you love for a living)
My Crimson Black NDS. Finally.
Well yee-up, I finally got my NDS, the Crimson Black one at that. Lovely baby it is *beams proudly* I'll let you have a look if you promise not to touch it. I bought it from a guy that looked like Tongy (minus the hair), speaks like Tongy (even on the phone) and behaved like Tongy. Or maybe it was because I was staring at him and so he behaved in an awkward manner. So, well, I thought I should be used to it by now, but it still kinda felt awkward. Or maybe I wasn't used to a stranger being nice and wiping my NDS screen (which I had dirtied) for me and fixing stuff. Ok ok, it's probably part of his duties, and I'm obviously just shocked by the resemblance. It still made me feel uncomfortable. I'm probably just not used to being treated nicely by guys. I. Don't. Miss. Tongy. At all. It's already 2 years for goodness sake.
Right now... Yeesh. I'll be glad to take up any offer of chomping down chocolate cake with its cream as thick as its cake, *stares meanly at Tall for putting this tempting imagery in my brain*
I ought to resolve something. Let's see. I resolve to... not make ridiculous resolutions like I did last time, and this time, I resolve to not do homework.
Ah yes, Happy happy New Year. Although it's not as if anything big or major is gonna happen all of a sudden. Though a change may be nice.