Gah. Welcome me back, my Skwishumms!!!

So yeah...What up, everehbodeh?
I haven't posted in a while, been here and there, doing this and that...

So this is a follow-up of what this...life has been in the New Year of '09...for the past month.

January, for me, seemed extreeemmeeelllyyyy looonngggg.

Major stuff was, we started on this Rube Goldberg thingamajicker... with...Saikatic Freakazoid and Melon...and Pomegranate...even though she's out for now...as in...on the other side of the world.
...Actually, no. Pomi left in the beginning of the month, which left me with The Saikatic Fweakazoid and Melon.
They aren't really that hard to work with...but...let's just call her "Joy" for now...wasn't doing much.

Now...we get into these horrible fights, and she's fanning over "Bounty" (whoever he may be, out there), and I'm becoming a lazy slack-off biitsssuuu.

Her bro, on the other hand, as skwishummy as he might be, hates me... >.> He's such a turd.

Meanwhile, Mango is being a suicidal bastard. While Jay and TDC are being idiots about that specific topic, I gotta be the one to put up with it.

I'm not strong enough to handle this, I'm not strong, even on the surface. Paper-thin, would be more like it.
Sometimes I wonder if there's a clear shade of veneer covering me from head to toe...

This is soooo pissing me off... And as unorganized as this whole...thing is...which I'm really beginning to hate, by the way, just whatever.

You know what, I think I'm getting my PoMS...or PMS, I can't really friggin tell right now, but it's friggin driving me crazy.

Oh yeah...so I went to New York to surprise my aunt, 'cause she got married to some boyfriend of hers that she dated for almost 18 years...which I'm kinda getting jealous of...wish me and Mango could be like that...but...I dunno. Sometimes it seems like it's gonna end, and as rare as that usually is, it's too often for me...not that everything is going smoothly, and not that I thought it'd be all perfect.

FLUCK. I think I'm getting a migraine...

Feb 1 -- Month of Love, right? Nah.

So Feb 1...

It's been six years since she's gone...right before my 7th birthday, the one birthday I actually got a party for...and I thought she promised she'd stay too...
She promised she'd make it -- make it all the way 'til I was old enough to take care of myself. But I miss her...and I'm dreadfully sorry I mistreated her.

Mahal ko po kayu, Lola.... -umiiyak po ako para sa'nyo-

And Feb 1 '09...I got a new phone, my mom got my hammy down. But it's like I got my own mp3 too...it's got a music function [yay!].

Feb 2 '09...just went out to buy some stuff the the Rube Goldberg, mentioned before...
I got extra design scissors and glitter glue...seeing as I couldn't find puffy paint...and I downloaded 95 of my songs...because a 2G SD mini-card won't fit two hundred-sixty-something songs...and or extra images/videos I intend on taking.

And since my ankles are bishuuu-ey, they betrayed me once more, and I met my horrible downfall...and clashed with Mr. Floor.

This will be...around the...9th sprain on my right ankle, and my 3rd actually-serious-need-to-bandage sprain ever...seeing as all three of them are on my right ankle...if anyone is asking, I've sprained my left ankle about 5 times.
Also, this will be the first ever sprain for this year.

-flashback- It all started...at the LOH games, the very place where I met young Melon squishii...except she wasn't called Melon yet, and she was very squishii.
Standing there, on a miniature hill, with a tree perched atop, and I was standing by the tree. When I was about to take a step, then the wind blew, and my step landed on a tree root, causing me to slip, lose my balance, and I rolled off.
She stayed there to help me...out of boredom...seeing as no one else planned to talk to her...and she helped me...while laughing at me when I was crying from the damned pain of it all, while laughing, because dang 6-year-olds were poking with the ice at my foot.
Since that day, there's always been a sprain to my name, and that's where I befriended young Melon squishum.
Of course, little did I know that, that encounter would make us aweshumest friends like we are today...and she became my sister, and I became her sister, and she my mother, and I her..."mommy"... >_<>


Oh. And Room makeover isn't over yet!!! :( I'm beginning to wonder when I get to have my room back...it still smells of paint.