Dear Die-ary...

I just felt like calling the blogpost that because I've been watching Futurama.

Anyhoo, today was the horrible horrible painful probing tests. In other words, a blood test. So, I had to starve myself yesterday and today just for a blood test. Whee. I'm in ecstasy. But still, yeah. When I got to the hospital (which KILLED Nan), there was a roomful of dying old people, and some middle-aged women, who were tw@ttish enough to use their mobiles. I was the youngest there. And I seemed to be stared at by the old people, the look in their longing (not in that way) eyes as if to say, "Fresh blood..." And this stariness lasted a long time. The hospital staff were kind enough to put on a TV show about a post-mortem on some jackals. But soon, I was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee when they called my name. This time, the look in the old peoples' eyes were like, "Bad nurse, MY BLOOD!" And so, I was hooked up to a dentist-like chair, while my arm was wrapped up my a thin strap of some sort of material, and squeezed so there would be no blood to take from my arm. I complained about the squeeziness, and the nurse apologised, and loosened it, just a little bit. At this point, my Mom pointed at the wall to discuss it with me, to take my mind off of the blood being stolen from my arm. I could still feel the bloody needle being inserted and twisted into my arm, blood rapidly exiting the small wound into the sharp needle. It ached, that's all I could say. It was early in the morning, so I don't remember the pain much. To my surprise, though, it was soon over. I was aware of this when the nurse put some cotton on my arm and told me to press on it. Now let me tell you something I learnt about today (I LEARN!!)... Nurses, or doctors, or whathaveyou, always tell you that needles never hurt. They give an example to justify this, saying that all their other patients (or victims, depending on the case) would say, "Oh, is it over already?" However, this is bad judgement. They say that because the pressure put on their arm to start with would make it ache. When the needle is inserted, a pinpoint of exploding pain is felt. Removal of the blood would just be an ache all over the arm, and when the cotton is placed on the wound a pressure point is created, maybe making the ache worse. When they inform the patient (or, as said before, the victim) about the cotton on their arm, they are surprised that it is over. They are surprised because it still hurts, not because it didn't hurt at all.

Boy, I said a lot. And there's more!

Nikki, you told me that spending 4 hours on the Sims 2 when you first got it was bad. Guess how long I've spent on it... About 10 hours. Oops. And that was just today. But I had to keep playing... RoboDad gave birth. And it was a boy. And I called him Zim. Unfortunately I'm too fricken lazy to go and search for the pictures of them. Anyway, Zim was cute as a baby. And that's coming from someone who despises babies. So, Zim grew up to be a toddler. At this point, he had kinda lost his cuteness. He grew black hair, which is goooooooood. But little Zim would cry and sh1t himself all the time. And if he wasn't doing that, he would be throwing his milkbottles on the floor while they went off (and he'd later go back to drink from them). Then, after studying about the Sims 2, I found out how to get another baby, and so got RoboMom preggers. When the baby came, the first two times (I went back to the saved file again) it was a girl, and the third time (third time lucky) it was a boy. So tere was baby Gir. Zim became a child, and Gir a toddler, and that's how it will stay. For now... But I was so... amazed, on the first day of skool for Zim, it said, "Zim has brought home a friend," and who should come out........ ME!! I came out of the skoolbus!! I'm refering to the Sim me, not... yeah. But I was so happyyyyyyy... Zim and me became friends very very quickly. And now we're best friends. Yay! I'm thinking of maybe taking this to a further level... MAYBE, I said, sick freaks!!

So, me and Zim were getting along reaaaaaaaaal fine, until one day, when I switched to my family's house, the little Sim me brought home a friend... A strange little black girl!! Where's the strange little green boy?? Then the next day, it was another weird guy, and on another day, a strange farmer boy came along!! (I immediately sent him away.) And so me and Zim are getting on smoooooooooothly again. And we're all happy, bright, and most of us not gay.

But, there's another thing here, my Sim family of my family is in some ways like the real thing, and in some others, not. OK, things that make us not like the real thing... My Mom is too... uh, hyper. And her hairstyle's too weird. My sister is too pretty and not fat enough. (Ooooooooooooh, nasty!!!) My brother likes to jump on furnature and actually doesn't like doing his homework (:O). I'm a wee bit too small, as I've said before. I have weird hair. I like to kiss my family and hug other people. And now, things that make us like our family. My Dad's a bad cook. (Kahahahahaha!) My Mom is just... weird. My sister doesn't care about anything, except making friends. My brother's still a miserably little git. And he likes to hit on girls, including my sister. And I'm just small (too small, but... I'll shut up now), and scare people. Plus I'm a curious little sod. And I'm destructive and non-caring (I found myself destroying Zim's teddy bear once, and when there was a fire, I was jumping on the bed).

How much I can say about one injection and a dayful of the Sims 2!!