As we approach the final hours of this wonderful and eventful year, I sit in front of my computer, knowing that my celebration for the night, and thus year, has already happened and is now over.
I am just back from Bianca’s place. For the holidays, she has had some cousin’s family over. A few nights ago I had talked to her 8 year old little cousin on the phone. Anyway, I showed up a bit late today (after Carmaine…) and it was really awesome to see Carmaine again. Hey, Carmaine, you’re looking really good! No signs of peeling. Haha..sorry. Oh and I have to add Carmaine wore a really cool coat, from Nique.
We, that is, Bianca, Greg, Carmaine, Nicole the cousin and I went to a playground near Bee’s house, and we watched as Nicole played on the swings and so did Carmaine (haha they had a competition to see who swung higher. We figured that, body ratio wise, Nicole actually kicked a lot higher). Then Nicole and Bianca threw some tan-bark around and Carmaine still had some in her hair when she left and I have a feeling so do I.
I managed to convince Nicole to call Carmaine “Shark” whereas Bianca succeeded with “Car-minnie”. Nicole called me weird but funny (so, good, right?) and tried to sit on our (Carmaine and my) laps near the monkey bars. Then, Carmaine wanted a picture where she was holding onto the monkey bars while her feet are on the ground, and Nicole swinging from it. Well, I wasn’t tall enough to hoist Nicole onto the bars, so Carmaine had to do it, and then go hold the bars herself, and then Bee took the picture. But Nicole kept on letting go and falling, and then on the 3rd try Carmaine couldn’t aim Nicole to hold onto the bars. So Bee took a picture of them struggling (I think on the 5th try Carmaine said to Nicole “You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?”).
On the walk back from the playground, Nicole kept on picking daisies (which are not dandelions, Bee) and gave them to us. We stuck a few in Bee’s hair (when I say “we” I usually mean Carmaine and me) and then I tried to stab Greg with some. Nicole took my hand and Greg’s and tried to swing (“WEE!”…”COOKIES!”) and then she took Carmaine’s hand, and Carmaine said “What are you going to do? It’s a bit scary!” which prompted me to swing Nicole, making Carmaine swing. When we got back to Bee’s house, we had to climb the small slope that’s her driveway, and Carmaine pulled us back and pretended to be dead tired and not be able to be dragged up. You know, Carmaine, you’re pretty funny with kids.
We settled down and were going to watch Meet The Robinsons but Bianca taped it badly (therefore confirming the stereotype that chicks can’t program things) so we watched Happy N’Ever After instead. I swear, that movie had some rather sexual jokes behind it, but I kept on trying to say “are you hearing this?” to Bee and Carmaine but they didn’t get it, and Nicole persisted to ask “hear what? WHAT?” so I had to drop it. Then, when the evil stepmother turn witch used her magic, Greg wondered how she managed to learn to use it so well, and I said “she’s good with a stick.” I could hear Bee and Carmaine sigh, and Greg said “that sounds dirty.” which made Adam, Nicole’s brother, ask “what did she say?” Greg said, “nothing” but Nicole piped up “she said, ‘she’s good with a stick’.” Adam said, “I don’t get it” and Nicole “What stick?” So I think I was in the clear there.
I left at around 4, and Nicole was surprisingly sad to see me go. I was hugging her and she just attached herself onto me. So I mimed carrying her out, and said to her dad “I’m taking her with me!”
So, actually, it was a rather fun day. It’s been a while since I’ve hung out with little kids, and Nicole is incredibly smart. She said I was boisterous. I didn’t even know what that meant.
Tonight, I think mom’s going to make dumplings again, I’m so sick of them. I guess we’ll just watch the fireworks and go to sleep, like we always do. Carmaine and Bee are all going to seperate parties, and Eunice is somewhere on the road, I think. I want to go online but I doubt there will be anyone loserish enough to still be on tonight, of all nights. The only reason I want to stay up until 12 is to do my customary text. Otherwise, I’d probably sleep away our step into 2009.
So, I salute 2008, a hell of a year. Hopefully you had fun reading about my life for the past…when did I start to blog this frequently? August? Late August. So I hope you had fun reading this for the past 4 months. It’s actually been a hell of a pleasure writing it, and even though sometimes I got stuck on what to write, it’s gotten easier. I was quite pleased that so many people read it, and also quite pleased I don’t have to recount things too many times, and definitely happy that I made a friend in Sneakerologist. I am happy that I influenced a few more people to blog, and happy that I got to know Vania more through her blog. I will probably post something up tomorrow just for the sake of it, but I don’t see myself doing anything fun tomorrow.
Stay safe tonight, everyone. And tomorrow too if you’re partying tomorrow. God I want to party…ehhh…I’ll wait for another year. Next year, maybe. Try to go into 2009 with a huge smile on your face, and if you’re lucky or just in the right place, a hot boy/girl on your lips.
De Fluffe, Out.
P.S. Next year I might do a new signout. I don’t have a good repertoire of inspirational quotes, so I might do something along the lines of “De Fluffe, De Activate.” Or I could keep my current one. Someone suggest a good one.
P.P.S. I finished Claymore.
P.P.P.S. Welcome back Carmaine! I should’ve written that yesterday but I didn’t get around to it.