Angst? Me? Never.

The Pig
from DIRTY BEASTS

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read,
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found,
Till suddenly one wondrous night,
All in a flash, he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!
They want my bacon slice by slice
To sell at a tremendous price!
They want my tender juicy chops
To put in all the butchers' shops!
They want to take my pork to make a roast
And that's the part'll cost the most!
They want my sausages in strings!
They want my chitterlings!
The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great peace of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And Piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor...
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the peices nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he'd finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile, he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
That he might eat me for his lunch.
And so, because I feared the worst,
I thought I'd better eat him first."

By Roald Dahl

My rabbit doesn't like carrots. And I think he is depressed.

Someone just tried to send me a picture of a duck wearing sunglasses (nearly ended up with a very unfortunate typo there, good thing i noticed, eh?)

Crap. I should really just call people. Who even worries about doing that because of worrying about screwing up? Really? Who?

But then, I can't even comment people normally on here, so what hope have I got in my actual life.

The facts are these-

If I call no one, I can't screw anything up.

If I call no one, I will go insane.

You know what I think? I think, that loosing weight should be a quick thing. I have been totally healthy in the last couple of days, like, I've not eaten anything bad at all AND I've got up at 7am (7.am!!!) TWICE and gone running. I would have gone every day but it kept raining.

And I look no different.

There is not one single difference.

I still look fat and I still have bad skin and I still feel exactly the same. Whoever said being healthy made you feel better is a lier.

My dad is coming round later. I don't really want him to. It depresses me. I guess it would be good if he gave us some money though, because, as you already know.. we don't have any. Lol. Mum keeps talking about that as well, it's worrying her a lot. And me. She's worrying me a lot as well. I'm trying to force her to relax but it doesn't work like that.

Our next door neighbor is having a home birth in her bath. Her bath is on the other side of my mum's bedroom wall. . Lol.

I have to shopping for picture frames this afternoon. Lucky me.

Ok, this is the deal. If my dad brings money round then I will call someone, and try and arrange something to do which means I won't just be sitting in my room all day worrying about not calling anyone and then worrying about calling anyone at the same time. Why am I even worried?
Well, I knw why I'm worried. But I just talked to Josh and I know exactly what he would say if I explained. Which makes me not want to explain because I'll end up feeling stupid.

This is tiring.

I'm trying to remember why I started blogging in the first place. Because it's not like I'm here writing things that enlighten people or make them laugh or whatever. Some blogs have a really obvious point in them. Mine just sorts of... doesn't do.. anything. Which is depressing. but then I knew that already, because like.. it's like what's in your head isn't it? It's like when you're telling someone about whatever crap just popped into your head and to you it.. it isn't always, but it could really vital and they are either.. looking at you weird or they just have that vacant expression so while you're talking you know you should shut up but you don't. That's like what this is. And then this is the sort of thing you try and explain, and people get irritated. Because people only have so much time, which I know.

Lol.. I can see myself regretting posting this...

*blink*