Today is NOT a revision day…

I shall sum up what today is using my favourite method of expressing my emotions online. Warning, gif overload ahead.

Yeah. So that’s me at the moment. Don’t ask.

Time for a light-hearted post!

I’m going to ease myself back into blogging with a couple of light-hearted posts. To be honest, I’m not feeling an awful lot better, which isn’t a good thing when I’m on the last day of my antibiotics, but I guess it’s going to take a while. So, for my first light-hearted blog, I’m going to basically just post pictures of things I really really like. Sounds a bit simplistic – that’s exactly what it is, and that’s why I like it so much. I’ve been posting all these “Moom’s Views”, which I will continue with eventually, I have a draft of a post about Samantha Brick floating around somewhere that needs finishing and posting, and it’s all well and good but it gets a bit upsetting and miserable after a while, because it seems like there’s not very much about the world to celebrate these days. So, I’m going to celebrate some of the things that I like about life. Obviously top of the list is my boyfriend, my family and my dog, but I’m not going to post pictures of them – I want to protect their privacy and not force them to have their pictures broadcast all over the internet by me!

1. VW Campervans

  

If you’ve seen my Tumblr, you’ll have realized by now how much I love VW campervans. I don’t know what it is – maybe it’s the distinctly hippie air they all carry, which I do love, or just how amazing and rounded they look and how much they make me think of holidays and fun, and I love them! Personally my ideal one would be sunshine yellow like in the first picture, or sunset colour ❤

2. Disney

I love Disney, more than any other film genre (I think it’s possible to call Disney its own genre by now, because there’s nothing else that really applies to it. Animation could refer to anything and cartoons don’t quite cover it, so I’m gonna say that Disney is a genre of its own). There’s so many things about it – there’s always a happy ending and I love the fairytale ones. My particular favourite is “Tangled”, the Disney re-telling of Rapunzel, because of the amount of just plain beautiful scenes in it.

  

3. Gaming

I wouldn’t call myself a mad gamer, as in it’s not my whole life, but I am partial to the odd go on the PS3 every now and again – particularly Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a violent person, but I love that game – mainly because you can get rocket launchers and blow things up, but also because I’m fairly good at it considering I don’t think I’ve ever been good at shooting games before. I’m not going to post any pictures of this because I think everyone knows what MW2 is, and if you don’t, try playing the game – it really is quite fun. Downside is, I’m one of those annoying girl-gamers, who puts her clantag as “Girl” so that all the guy n00bz playing know that they’re getting decimated by a girl. I’m not just a mindless killer, however – I do also like playing games like The Sims (the third is my favourite) and Spyro 🙂

4. Haribo

Yep, I love Haribo. Not going to lie, I prefer Haribo to chocolate. Yes, I am a disappointment to the entire female side of the species, but what can I say? Chocolate gets sickly, I’ve never known Haribo to. And the variety! With chocolate, you’ve got three types – milk, dark and white. Yeah, you can have your fillings or whatever, but with Haribo, there’s just so many different types! In just one bag you can have foamy eggs, little hearts, cola bottles, gummy bears, rings – *sigh* it’s amazing! And then you’ve got Tangfastics, Super Mix, all the seasonal variants, mini packs – it’s just wonderful. And it’s happy! It really is a happy world of Haribo ❤

  

5. Llamas & Alpacas

Yes, I think we’ve all ascertained by now that I like llamas. Perhaps not to the extent of my little April Fool’s Day escapade (not enough to dedicate my whole blog to, and certainly not more than life itself), but I do really like llamas. I’m not averse to their fluffier cousins, the alpacas, either – in fact, I might even be inclined to say that I prefer alpacas to llamas. But really, how can anyone dislike the fluffy long-necked goat things? I mean, just the description of them is amazing! And their faces! Look at their cute widdw faces!

  

 

Aaaand that concludes my light-hearted post. Normal miserable service will resume shortly. Thank you for your patience.

…well this is embarrassing.

After my little April Fool’s joke the other day, my intention had been to turn it back to normal on the Sunday evening. That all went to pot when I ended up feeling really rather ill, and fell asleep quite frequently, and I really didn’t feel like picking up my laptop, let alone changing all the stuff back. So, I thought, I’ll feel better once I’ve been to the doctors tomorrow (thinking he’d give me more painkillers and send me on my merry way), and I’d change it back then (Monday). So, I went to the doctors, he examined me and said he was going to send me to hospital.

Great.

So I couldn’t take my laptop with me, and the signal in the hospital was so hit and miss that I couldn’t update by phone even just to let you all know that I will change it back eventually. I thought I’d be out by the evening, and I could update it then, but after being prodded and poked and jabbed with needles, they decided they wanted to keep me in overnight to have a scan the next morning. Yippee. So after an alright night and lots of painkillers (cocodamol is wonderful stuff), I had a scan and that came up clear, and I’d been told “you can go home if it comes up clear”. So, I thought the doctors would come along not long after and tell me I could go. No such luck – I was there until 8pm, by which time my boyfriend had come up to visit, and we demanded that I left. At the end of the day, I was taking up a bed someone else could’ve been using. It also didn’t help that the hospital is two hours away from my house, and I hated being left alone so far away from home at night. In the end, they let me go – but we found out that the doctors had left at 5pm without even telling me if the scan was clear! But I don’t want this to turn into a rant about the NHS because they were brilliant – the nurses were absolutely amazing and, considering they’re so rushed off their feet with paperwork as well as nursing (the bureaucracy in the NHS is disgusting and is what needs to be cut, not nurses jobs and pay!), they had time for everyone – but I knew I wanted to go home. It’s probably a good job I did, too – because the route up to the hospital is now blocked by heavy snow so my mom wouldn’t have been able to get up to visit or to pick me up if they discharged me at 8am this morning, which is probably what they would have done.

So now I’m at home, dosed up to the eyeballs on co-codamol and antibiotics and decided it’s probably time to explain what happened and to change my blog back to it’s lovely, un-llama-fied self.

I’m Sorry.

I apologize for not blogging yesterday. I realized that I have been lying to you all since this blog began, and I had to do a lot of soul searching. It took me a whole day, but I came to a decision, and realized that I have to confess this, or it will drive me crazy.

I am not a writer. I have never written a book, nor even a short story. I don’t like writing – I don’t even like reading. I thought that if I pretended I was a writer, you’d all like me, and maybe I could convince myself to stay away from my true love – but I cannot hide who I am anymore. I’ve been hiding it from you, from my family, from my boyfriend and from myself, and all I can say is that I am truly sorry.

You have all been so lovely with your comments, and following my blog and reading it, and liking my posts, and I only wish that it was all true. I can only hope that you will understand why I pretended for so long, and accept my sincerest apologies, and perhaps, in time, support me in my new venture, the real reason I started this blog. You see, for a long time, I have been a llama enthusiast. I don’t just mean that I like the fluffy little buggers – I’m obsessed with them. My bedroom is covered in pictures of llamas. I sleep with a llama soft toy I’ve named Rodney, and I can honestly say he is my best friend. I’ve never felt the close connection that I feel to llamas with another human – it is as though, and I say this in all seriousness and plead that you will understand, and accept me.

I used to think that I had a problem. That I needed to be cured of this curse that has plagued me – but I am coming to terms with the fact that it isn’t a problem with me. I love llamas more than words can say, as simple as that, and if people can’t come to terms with that, it’s their problem and I can’t change that. I don’t have a problem – I am strong and confident, and I am proud to say that I have an obsession with llamas.

Maybe one day, I will become a writer. I have tried for years to convey my love for llamas through poetry, and for six years, I have failed – but there is still hope. One day, I will build a hostel, for my fellow llama lovers, and we will have a field full of llamas and a writing class, so that we can combine our love of our furry, long-necked friends with our desire to convey our adoration through words. Maybe.

But for now, I hope you will accept my apology. I hope you can forgive me, and accept me for who I am – a Llama Lover, and always will be.