Dear Die-ary...

ARGH. Christmas again. I hate it so much...wait, I've already complained on this blog.

Anyways, today was my skool's christmas fair. But it was NOT fair (ha, ha). When I got in, I was immediately swept up by the sea of old ladies and young teenagers with nothing better to do with their sorry lives. I looked back at the exit, but my Mom had already been taken. She was nowhere to be seen. So I snooped around my skool, dodging anyone who seemed to be getting too close for my liking. I had a bottle of Blackcurrant juice with me, so I held it up like a knife, like in the pic up there of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Yes, reader, I am fond of Jhonen Vasquez's work. Especially JTHM and Invader ZIM. Let's not go into that subject.

I went over to my friend's stall. I would have helped out if I knew I was allowed to come (orchestra, remember?), so they were suprised to see me. Their stall was of Malaysian gifts, as my friend Jade is Malaysian. Anyway, I went over to see the queer little objects laid out before me. Then I found I was trapped. Old ladies with zimoframes passed me very slowly down the narrow corridor. Not only that, but there were fat ladies bending over to their little toddlers right next to me. It was not a very good sight, believe me. I literally was standing in the same place for 5 minutes. I was so afraid...I'm claustrophobic, so I felt dizzy and sick, and most of all, scared out of my wits. I managed to squeeze past the slow-minded crowd, and endeavoured my escape. But all the while, squeeky-voiced girls jumped in front of me and asked if I wanted my face painted. I even screamed at one girl. I didn't like the way she cornered me. I almost used my bottle. (Feel my wrath.)

I eventually found my Mom. I was hungry, so she bought me a hotdog. But I couldn't eat it, I felt so ill. I wanted to crawl behind the vending machines and curl up (and die?). But despite my pale face and the way I shook and held my bottle in a defensive position, people still seemed to want to crush my little body. So I bought a small pink elephant to bring me luck (pink elephants are apparently lucky). And as luck would have it, I managed to keep my hotdog and cake down.

Moreover, Becky's recording failed. Dang.