Greetings, kind fellows (I'm trying out new ways of saying "hi"). Yesterday was ace. Slept for more than ten hours, and could probably have gone on, if it wasn't for my dad waking me up. Had a really late breakfast, and before I knew it, it was 3:00 pm, and I had to do some cleaning before Lynx and co. was coming. In the end, I went to take the bus before they even arrived. (also didn't do that much of cleaning, more like reading). We ate at this restaurant which is a part of a giant house of various restaurants, bars, and whatnot. I ate pasta-- I was telling Lynx about yesterday this morning, and when I said I'd eaten pasta, she started laughing. "Of course you'd eat pasta". Anyway, at the top of the building we found this marvellous wall of mirrors. There were also really nice chandeliers in the restaurant. Probably not something I would consider myself, but pretty nevertheless. We had a bit of a photoshoot, before we continued on our journey to find a bar. And a bar we found, indeed. Albeit, completely empty except for the bartender. That might have been because it was only about 8:00 pm. The bartender did of course only talk English, which was a bit awkward. Just because I enjoy English, it doesn't necessarily mean I enjoy talking English. I also had an encounter with another English-speaking person last week, so I've basically talked enough English for this month. Anyway, I asked the bartender to make a surprise, though I honestly wanted a cuppa, which I told my belieber friend. She laughed at me and told me I'd come to the wrong place for that. True. Five minutes or so, after we had sat down in the bar, the people started streaming in. Obviously we're trend setters, and everyone wants to follow our lead. Because we're lucky, we also had a set of the typical obnoxious drunk elder people sitting by our side. We left at 10:40 pm, cause I had to take the train home. But then it turned out it only went once an hour due to the holidays. Marble and I parted ways with Sugar, and I sat on a train for at least fifteen minutes more than I usually do. Marble and I was having a bit of sightseeing in the dark, and then we talked about philosophy of science, as you do. When the train reached it's end stop, I ran to the bus-- and lately, I've consciously started smiling at the bus drivers. And most have smiled back, which is really nice. Is that weird? That I think it's nice to have bus drivers smile back at you? I don't know, I spend so much time on buses, and bus drivers are essentially one of the first people I see in the mornings. Also, I'd like to think that if I was a bus driver, I would have enjoyed having people smile at me. You know, the golden rule and whatnot. I got home at midnight, and then I went to bed at 2:00 am. Monchita had turned up the heat in the basement, where I will be sleeping for the whole of my holiday. It was so bloody warm and I asked her to turn it down, which she did. But I couldn't sleep properly throughout the night due to it. So I woke up at 8:00 am, and it felt worse than the summer heat we had this year. But Lynx and David was awake when I stumbled grumpily upstairs, and precious David came running in my arms, yelling Monchita's name. Also, when Grepper walked into the living room a few hours later, he didn't even acknowledge me until it had been at least half an hour. Then he turned around, and looked at me and went "oh, hey, I didn't see you", in which I responded "did you think I was Monchita?". He answered yes. So that's two people that's mistaken me for being Monchita this morning. We're going to the mall later, and who knows, maybe I'll stumble into Marble, who I'm pretty sure is going to do her last bit of Christmas shopping today. Although it's no snow outside, I did find myself feeling rather cheery when I was hogging one of the sofas to myself and watching a Christmas cartoon, whilst Grepper was sat with his computer in his lap in the other sofa. My mum was sat in the chair beside me, and my dad was sitting my the dining table. And we were all doing our own little things, except we were all looking at David who was doing all of these stupid things, but that are obnoxiously endearing, and you can't help but "aw" at it. I'm currently in the room in the basement, here, blogging. And now I'm going to watch a vlog, because I've not had time to watch any. Goodness, the whole week has been so bloody busy, and it's just going to continue like this like an endless roll. I don't even want to think about a new year just yet. It's still 2013. Each second counts.
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