Neglect. Again.

Not so much me, as the blog.

We is forgotten it.

Or, rather, the other two have, since I'm here blogging and they're... not.

Anyway. I've decided that Matt Smith is not deserving of haters, since we've not actually seen him act yet. And, if you watch the Doctor Who Confidential episode "The Eleventh Doctor" you see that both Matt and David are similar - they're both very animated, they both use their hands a lot when they speak XD etc etc

So. What's been a-happening.

Well, we've been having Aussie Summer Holidays, meaning lots of sun(burn) amongst other outdoors-y pursuits.

Unless you're me, then you've been sitting in your room the entire time.
But you're not, so I'm sure you've been utilising your time well.

Basically, we have less than a week of freedom
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Then school goes back. And, in the immortal words of EVERYONE at the moment,
"The next two years of your schooling will be the most important years you've ever lived"

Gee. Great. Thanks for that. No pressure, huh.

"THE NEXT TWO YEARS WILL DEFINE WHAT YOU DO FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE"
Um, thanks for the heads up, I'll be sure to remember my Paranoiatron to keep reminding me that if I screw up...
"YOU'LL HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR IF YOU DON'T GET 100 IN THE HSC!"

SHUT UP DAMMIT!!

*sigh*

So. Anyway.

Got back from my bestie's today - it was awesome, we watched movies, watched NCIS (my rebound obsession after I discovered that David was leaving. *sniff*), played games, went to her next door neighbours birthday party (we were invited, we didn't just gatecrash. Or rather, fence crash... but what the hey).

And then... I get home.

And what am I greeted with?

A multitude of siblings, with a chorus of any of the following in any particular arrangement you like. In fact, I'll even assort it into a little game - feel free to print out the list and chop up the individual words so you can make your own imaginative insult!:

fat pig
retard
lazy
stupid
weird
idiot
what the heck is wrong with you?
what are you watching now? oh, Doctor Who, that's that show for cool people, yes?
spaz
stupid
unfit (a personal favourite of my siblings.. I've no idea why. Really. It's not as if they enjoy sports or anything. not. *stabs*)
fatty
ooooh, look, it's Pia sitting on her fat backside again. What are you watching now? NCIS? Another one of those cool people shows, huh?

and the list goes on.

And THEN we get the "covert" attack from both sisters which involves me wanting to watch some of David Tennant's video diary from the S4 DVD, so they walk into the room and start whistling, or humming, or singing, and turning off the TV. And dancing around in front of it. And making drinks and chucking them down the sink so they can make another one. So they can stay in the kitchen. AND KEEP BLOODY WHISTLING.

And then they return to the old approach of the names (like I said. Mix and match from the list above)

So then, I go back to my bedroom wanting to hide from the freaks in my house, where I am met with my mother, who decides that I am a sociophobe who refuses to leave my room and won't "integrate with the family". Why? Figure it out.

To top it all off, I have skin that hates me and decides to react when anything touches it, which makes life really embarrassing sometimes (a la scratching your forehead and having it raise and welt to make it look like you've just run into sharp poison ivy etc), allergies to everything on the freaking planet which makes the whole skin reaction thing worse, a chronically damaged knee which has decided to play up, an inexplicable "sometimes there, sometimes not" fever, a completely and utterly overwhelming desire to eat chocolate and the complete lack of motivation to start school up again, especially with the looming prospect of maths, which I'm not allowed to complain about because it's "negative thinking", which is TOTALLY the reason I failed (and not the asthma attack, NO, NOT THE ASTHMA ATTACK.) makes everything just fantastic.

Permission to go to sleep and wake up at the end of 2010?

Actually, better not ask that, it might actually happen. Which would suck. I think.

So. This is Pia, whose paranoia, OCD and general pissed off-ness is increasing with the stress, signing out.