*whistles*

As I sit here smiting Mr. Atkins yet again, I thought "crap, I haven't been blogging" ... so I am taking it upon myself to indulge in some writting. Just for you.

Wow, crazy long time. So Im not a raging biological weapon anymore...well...thats a lie. I am, but you can't tell as much now:P Anti-biotics cleared me right up and out. Luckily it was gone by Christmas, so no one mistakened me for a man. Wait, thats a lie too;) Christmas was so great. You know when you are little and you ask for a pony? Usually, one never gets one. I did not ask for a pony mind you. I asked for something that might as well have been a pony. I asked for a pink mini iPod. Totally out of our range, just put it there for fun at first, thinking "ha! yeah right" but then I started thinking, "omg, I really want one" so I pushed for it...a little;) I had some help as well...thanks John:P After making a nice plea and coloring my christmas list (that really only had that on it) with pink eyeshadow and black eyeliner, I was sure my parents thought I was on some sort of drug. I was. The apple drug. My mom is so good at sounding disapointed. "awww, no, sorry hunny, we just...cant" is what I heard from the moment I asked for it, to the moment on Christmas day...when....YES! I opened my last present that they had stashed away upstairs so it looked like there was nothing left, and discovered that I was now the proud owner of a pink mini iPod. It was so cool. They stashed it in a rectangular box with tissue everywhere. My heart was beating as I tore away the paper thinking "omg, could it be?" ... "no, they didnt" ... "did they?" ... "how could they? Brea, dont be retarded" ..... *GASP* .... There she was, all in her glory. *It's a 'she' cause 'she's' pink* I shouted "NO WAY!!!" and put it right on the charger so I could use it right when I got back from Christmas dinner, which was very nice:) (The dinner)

Boxing Day....a whole 'nother story. I had to be a work at 6am ... for 13 hours. It was insanity. 13 hours ringing through costomer after costomer. Good thing I know what Im doing, or else I would have been killed *breathes* by the a&b nazi's. Though I really enjoy it there. It's fantabulous. Then I worked everyday after that (including everyday before that, excluding Christmas Day). Because of that I got New Years off:) Yay. Which was a blast, nice and radical. No one ever uses that word anymore. Radical. I shall use it more often!

I now have a few days off, which I am SO delighted by. By the last day I am going to be like *sob* "what is my purpose in life???...what is going ON???" After having just one day off, you feel like you've missed SO much, and its like a foreign place and you feel that they've changed everything and you feel alien-ish. But then you realize that you are a moron and nothing has changed, in fact, you are still talking about the same stuff you were when you were there a week and a half ago. *good sigh*

I hope this little amount of blogging has sufficed some of you, and if not, well, pin a rose on YOUR freaking nose:)