Blonde Mafia Ganja Island

I don't remember any of the horoscopes I read for 2008. I don't remember what were the things that were supposed to happen to me.
But I also don't remember my birthday and mobile number.
What I don't need a brain to remember is how horrible every year Christmas in my family is. I could write the funniest book about it (that is, IF i could either write or make it funny). I could probably write how my dad yells at everyone for moving the Christmas tree and ruining the floor, until the point he looks like he could hit you with an axe and then jump on your corpse and shout something about parquet floors and economical crises and growing prices. Or how I find my mother's cognac bottles in my underwear drawer, stuffed between my bras and tampons. Yes, MY underwear closet. Where is the logic? Hers is already full?
The only bundle of joy (except the younger dog, coz the older grew up with me and therefore adapted somewhat similar behavior, such as...sleeping whenever possible) is my little sister. She is really the rainbow in our cloudy sky. She tried to wake me up at 8 o'clock on Christmas morning so we could start making gingerbread cookies. My unconsciousness didn't stop her. She came back exactly 7 minutes later... and 17 ... and 18... I gave up around noon when she had already lost most of her voice. She still looked happy, eyes sparkling and corners of her mouth a lil' yoghurty. We made those cookies for 3 hours. That freakin icky gingerbread stuff never seemed to end. Meanwhile my mom popped into the kitchen to remind me how sons are so much better than daughters and how I manage to steal every bit of her holiday spirit.
Well, that really got ME into the mood. Not.
Then my sis gave me this book she had made by herself, although I think dad helped her glue it together. It was actually really thick, had pictures and text on every page and was alltogether the best present I have ever gotten.
Like on one page there's a picture of 2 ladybugs and one tells to the other: WER DID YOU LEV DE CAR
and then my sis explained that actually it was a joke coz neither of them needs a car because they have wings.
Seriously, I laughed so hard, I thought it was the best joke ever.
I'll leave the rest of the night untold. May those who witnessed it forget it soon.
Nah, it wasn't bad. I actually enjoyed myself. My bro came later on and we had some laughs. Especially when grandads hearing aid started doing this really pitched high iiiiiiiiii kinda sound and he himself didn't understand it. Or when I stepped on the balcony to get some fresh air and didn't put on any shoes and stepped into a pile of shit. I told my brother that if something smells like shit, it's me. Literally.

Now, on to better things.

...

There aren't any.
Back to the old crap.

The week before Christmas turned out to be a super nice one. I met some new people and that's all I'm gonna say.
*interplanetary melodies*

As for my exams. Well, they were.... something else. :D
First the law exam. We all went into this huge lecture room and we sat down... everyone were at the back ( I think there's moss already growin' on the seats in the first row), sitting as close to eachother as possible and the teacher came in and handed everybody the exam papers and then he went and sat infront of the class behind his desk. 30 seconds later we all hear grunching sounds from the speakers that are in every corner of the classroom. My eyes turn to the teacher. And he is opening candy under the desk. Where the microphones are.
The he understood he had been caught and a wide smile spread across his face like sunshine on a bluebirds egg in the early morning.
And I'm thinking... allright, that's the guy who I got all my knowledge on law from. Great.

German went super. I stepped in, the teacher looked at me with a tired, disgusted face. He folded his hands and spat: TUESDAY
Me: uf... is it?
He: in GERMAN
Me: *eh eh....eh.........* Dienstag.

...and so on. He made me translate, read, retell etc. Until he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, then opened them and told me I had done super and he had underestimated me on the first half of the semester and he now understands what a person I am (I wonder what did he think before then???) and that I work very well during classes and on the whole he is so pleased he will give me the best possible mark.
He even wrote "excellent" in brackets! :)
I must say, I was very happy when I walked out of the school that day.

Today some of my relatives are going to hop in for a visit. I'm seriously thinking about mentioning I have AIDS or tubercolosis, so I could watch them sit a little farther away from me on the couch. Unfortunately neither AIDS or tubercolosis will stop them dissecting my personal life. I agree I could get more hobbies and attend more schools at one time and yes, it is anatomically possible I could have a child and I also know I could be a million things. But I am not. I am me. And frankly I'm quite happy about it.

In conclusion, what can I say about this years Christmas? As I didn't expect anything, it was super. We'll see what New Years Eve brings. You know, they say whatever you will be doing on the last day of the year, you will be doing it for the whole year.
So... *starts opening the bottles*