In The Rhyme, Two Kay Nine.

It's the first of January 2009, it is too early to be excusably active on New Year's day, I'm wearing pyjamas that are making me too warm and I'm listening to Amanda Palmer :)

I got this really annoying cold, when I breathe through my throat it's all like "phlegmmy phlegm, cough you stupid breathing thing" then I cough which makes me cough more, eventually meaning I need to breathe. Here is the challenge. I breathe through my throat and I've got the phlegm problem again. So I breathe through my nose. Sometimes this doesn't work and I genuinely panic. Sometimes I thank God for having two nostrils and for sleeping on my left hand side because it usually means that one is slightly breatheable.

So moving on to holiday happenings. Christmas was the same as always, which is comforting in a strange way. Gran T stayed overnight on Christmas Eve and we all watched bad TV in the Spirit Of Christmas.
We got new Christmas pyjamas and got Mum annoyed because we were wrapping presents into the night even though she told us throughout the whole day that she's "not having any of that this year".
We woke up at a silly hour with silly grins which grew and spread while we opened our presents and had the usual Christmas breakfast - Ham and scrambled eggs - with the exception that over the course of the year I've become vegetarian so I had fake bacon and eggs instead. I love the whole "let's pretend that we murdered an animal but not actually do it" Quorn and soy kind of thing, it makes me laugh.
We played Singstar after that (my present) and my brother managed to beat me at singing East 17. Then the Supremes o_O

We went down to my Dad's/Gran's at about half ten and that whole side of the family came round and had formal banter. It's quite wierd - it's a bit like yeahhhhhh let's hang loose and live it uuUUUP and dear dear don't slurp your soup! Fun to see everyone though.
Christmas dinner. More fake carcass. Excessive amounts of meringue and cream. Doctor Who (FINALLY!!!) although I fell asleep for half of it.

Everyone left about an hour or two after dinner and me, my brother and sister stayed over. Cause it's my Dad's and all that.
I sat diligently at the piano for hours with the Dresden Dolls piano book - The Virginia Companion - telling myself that I CAN read sheet music, it just takes me a while. So if I sit here and go over it, I'll get better and then I can sight read and then I will be good. I won't just figure out the melody and then copy the guitar chord shapes. Then I went and sat down with a pencil and wrote in every note for Sex Changes, including the bit where she just hammers her hand down on the keys repeatedly. I think I might have a problem D:

Boxing Day was same old same old except I got drunk this time ahahahahaha.
We went to this Vietnamese restaurant with really cute waiters and waitresses who seemed eternally happy.
My Mum told me that because I'm almost 16 it'd be okay if I had "half-a-glass-of-wine-with-your-dinner-but-be-discreet" so she poured me half a glass. I drank most of it and then a waiter came over and filled my glass up to the top. He was so smiley that I didn't say anything. Over about five minutes I drank that too. The process repeats and everything becomes incredibly funny.
Then dinner ended and we went back to my uncle's where there was one of those big bottles of Bacardi Breezer waiting for me. I mean I know it's only, what, 4% I think, but 1: I'm a lightweight 2: It's yummy and 3: I didn't need much of a nudge towards dizziness after the wine.
I didn't make a fool of myself but dang I was amused by everything. Especially Singstar which I got slightly competitive with towards the end of the night.
The next day I wake up at 6am at my house to pack my bag for going to Fyvie with my friend Caitlan. It's outside Aberdeen, her Mum lives there and I've been going there every holiday for about 2 years. I'm regarded as the "other daughter" :)
Now by this point I hadn't smoked since Christmas eveeve and I was really needing one by then, i just had nowhere to go to be able to smoke and not have to return in 2 minutes smelling like it. Taking the dog for a walk was deemed way too suspicious months ago.
So when I finally got to the bus station with Caitlan we had one outside before the bus and some random guy called Dave started talking to us. He was small, "festively plump", cock-eyed and we both thought he was a pervert. Turns out he wasn't so we started talking about piercings and Playstations ... as you do.
Dave is a leg-end. He does not like vodka. He does like Southern Comfort. He spent £50 the other day on a shooting game and memory card for the playstation. He is contemplating dyeing his hair red, white and blue. And I quote, his Christmas was "Fffffffffff......................it wis awryt nah ih ah meann???".
Talking to him I realised that his was probably the last Glaswegian accent I'd be hearing for the next 5 days. It was odd.
I could go into details about Fyvie but this entry is already oversized. Basically we had anamazing time, seeing everyone we haven't seen since the Summer, got pie eyed, went into town, Igot an industrial ear piercing (http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=kfPM-esijWg&feature=related) <--- this isn't me by the way
Caitlan got ehr lip pierced again but on the other wide this time. It was awesome.
I'll update laters, my Mum wants to watch Stardust. And i'm not argueing with that.

Lovelove xo