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Sunday, 19 June 2011

I love my mother,

I really do. No dress in one city? Don't worry, two days later, we can go to a different town and look there. That was Friday. And the dress is bought.

Dear goodness, this must be my worst drawing yet, and it probably took the longest. What is wrong with me today? Hey, this is a long caption.

I also got a lovely white cardigan and flower hair clip things to go with it, which I would try to draw but that might be dangerous today. I also bought a pink sunhat and a new school bag, and... I don't know what else to say at the moment.

Sorry about that. Life is being awesome, but uneventful.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Stupid asthma...

Hi guys. Sorry I haven't written again yet. I don't know how regular this will become - it depends whether people start reading it regularly, I guess.


Th day before yesterday I had the orthodontist's, and then went shopping with my Mum. My cousin's getting married next month and I need something to wear. Mum bought something. I didn't. I tried on two dresses:
This one looked old and hugged my bum too tightly...

...this one didn't fit and I didn't like the pattern anyway.


Well, when I say I didn't buy something, I mean I didn't buy anything for the wedding. I did my a swimsuit and a pair of leggings, but I couldn't show up to the wedding in those. And I'm not even gonna try to draw a picture of that, the last two were too much effort, especially the second one. ADMIRE MY PATTERINING!

Anyway, you're probably wondering what the title is about. Well, we were in New Look near the end of our trip when my stupid, stupid asthma that I can barely even spell decided it would be fun to make me NOT BE ABLE TO BREATHE properly.

And then even when I took my inhaler, I was going all dizzy and light-headed because I couldn't get the oxygen into my brain. So we had to go and sit outside until I felt a bit better and we could walk to the bus.

Thankfully we already had an asthma clinic appointment for yesterday morning, and they gave me a steroid inhaler. I know. Steroids. I was trying not to laugh. I don't really know why, but it sounded awesome.

STEROID INHALER OF EPICSOMENESS!
You know how things often sound awesome, but aren't? Well, this inhaler actually kinda is. It tastes awesome, like those really nice cough syrups that you wish weren't medicine so you could just drink them all the time. And I have friends with asthma who say that it really, really helps.

So hopefully I'm going to start feeling better soon, and be able to walk 5 metres without stopping to take huge breaths again :)

Monday, 13 June 2011

Welcome. And toast.

So hey there, Universe. It's meeeeeeeeeee, Tucker. No, that's not my real name. Not being a legal adult, I don't feel like sharing that right now. Maybe some day. Who can tell? Muahahaha.

But this is me:
And I'm waving. Hi!!!

I'm not really lop-sided and shapeless, I just haven't got the hang of drawing well on a computer yet. But it's not too bad... right?

Anyway, I'm a fail at introductions, so instead, I'm going to talk about toast. I just had a slice of Marmite on toast. You know you're supposed to either love or hate Marmite? Well, some days I really like it, some days it's alright, some days I don't really like it. But mostly I quite like it.

I
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Sorry, Mum suddenly realised it was getting late and I was still sitting in my day clothes typing away and I'd been ill and why wasn't I going to bed?

I'm pretty sure that sentence wasn't grammatically correct.

Anyway, I was telling you about my toast. Now I can cook quite a lot of things, and yet for some reason I am still very wary of using a toaster. Yep, the simplest form of "cooking" in the world and it's the one I struggle with. So my toast got a bit black in the middle and I put it in upright instead of on its side so that about a third of it wasn't toasted at all.

It was a funny shape and had a hole in, too, but that wasn't my fault.


So then I had to scrape off the black-ish bits... and some of the darker brown bits too, because I like my toast underdone. And then I realised I'd scraped the bits onto my plate, because I'm an idiot like that, so I had to go wash the plate off and dry it so my toast wouldn't get damp.

And there ends my wonderful story of toast. I don't know what else to write, so bye for now!

I'm waving bye this time. Til the next post!