caramelsilver: (Lewis: tired)
First off: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! I HOPE 2011 WILL YOU GIVE YOU MORE JOY THAN 2010 DID!

So on a personal level this Christmas has majorly sucked! I’ve been sick straight through. And not the “Poor you, do you have a bad cough?”-sick. Oh no, this was fever, the most disgusting cough you’ve ever heard, body-aches, sore throat, no appetite, and no sense of taste or smell. I haven’t been this bad since I had the swine-flu a year ago. It really, really sucked. The worst day was 23th of December, I basically just lied on the sofa and tried not to die. Christmas Eve was a tad better, enough so I managed to sit at the table in a nice dress and eat a little. Christmas Day I slept through almost all of the family gathering. So yeah, Christmas, not so good. Which is why I haven’t been vocally around. I’ve been pretty much ignoring everything that required me to write. I have been keeping up with everything though and I’m glad everyone else had a good Christmas.

Then, let’s talk about New Years Eve. Because I did something incredibly stupid and my journal is the perfect way for me to tell someone about it without it having any impact on my life. I do stupid things when I drink... )

Being on the topic of new years resolutions here are some of mine:

* Do not text and drink!

* Finish grade 13 (I like to have some goals I know I’ll make!)
* Go to London.
* See Les Miserables
* Read 25 books by September (and keep track of them here.)
* Write 10 fics
* Get one new good friend
* Work out at least once a month
* Keep writing letters
* Go to as many Stabæk (football) matches as possible
* Be a confirmation camp leader
* Go to church
* Go to the theatre

I’d rather not talk about last years resolutions since I didn’t manage to do all that many of them. I didn’t even manage to read forty books. I was three books short. This had been a bad reading year for me. Which, doesn’t really mean that it has been a bad year, because 2010 has been the best year of my life. I have done so many fun things because I wanted to do them. I got three new very good friends and I’m happy! I’m doing fairly good at school and I know what I want to study. (More on that later. It deserves a post of its own, I think.)

Happy things that happened in the end of 2010:

* I got Weeds season 1 on DVD from a friend!
* I got a North Face bag (those bag that you can carry like a backpack) from my grandparents!
* I saw Narnia!
* I exchanged Inception for the first season of Glee (I got two copies. Don’t worry, of course I own that badass movie!)
* I did not spend New Years Eve alone. I was kind of afraid I might. But I didn’t! And except the stupid things I ended up doing, I had a lot of fun! Kicked my brother’s ass in Sing Star for one :D
* My gorgeous new header given to me by the amazing, wonderful [livejournal.com profile] ayascythe

(On a completely unrelated note: The next post after this will be my 500th. How cool is that?)
caramelsilver: (Misc: sponge bob)
Today I did something magnificently stupid and it's all my fault- I managed to get my father's god awful heavy car to roll over my legs. ...Yeah. Let me explain:

It was a cold beautiful morning. I was feeling brilliant and my dad came home and offered to drive me to school. I said yes, then he asked me if I could go out in his car and get his coffee thermos mug, I took the keys and went out.

Like I said, it was pretty cold outside and I though, "Why not start the car so it'll be warm when we get in later?" So I did. But for some reason I didn't remember that this is a bloody Saab (WE'VE OWNED IT FOR FIVE YEARS!) and that you have to park it in reverse. I started the car and it started to roll backwards. Fast. I ran beside it, trying to kill the engine, not being very successful, we're soon nearing the end of our driveway and I'm desperate thinking it can't hit anything! Then, the open door hits the electricity box, I hear this awful scraping sound, the car lifts up a little, I fall and the car runs over both my legs. The car continues a meter more down our (downhill!) street before crashing/stopping into our neighbors stonewall.

I'm in shock, then starting screaming bloody murder, because shit my legs hurt. My dad comes running out and he helps me up. I can walk on them, and do so, while crying my contacts out, into the house. My dad wants to go to the ER to get them checked out, even if we both agree that they are probably not broken. My dad has to spend another fifteen minutes, though fixing the car door (that broke because I'm stupid.) before we could go anywhere and my legs hurt more and more.

We get to the ER, I get a bed (everything felt much better lying down.) Soon after I also get painkillers. (I LOVE PAINKILLERS!) A doctor manages to drag herself to my bedside, feels up my legs and decides to x-ray my left leg. X-rays are done and no fractures!

I go home, high on painkillers. I've been sleeping until now and I must confess, the painkillers are not working anymore! I have a big ass bruise on my legs and it aches and IT'S ALL MY OWN FAULT FOR BEING SO FREAKING STUPID, BUT GOD IT HURTS.

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