Its been four long days since I’ve written. Lets start with something important that I managed to do the other day. I finally, after at least two weeks of waiting for the right moment, told my parents that I’m bisexual. Yeah. This is also the first time I’ll be actually saying it with written words on this blog too. No holding back from the truth here. This is a journal of my life, gotta write down something important like this, although my sexual orientation should not matter because I’m still the same person as I was before I accepted it (Finally). Its been a long time coming, I realise. More than four years, at least. I guess that the views of my close friends, while I was at school still, regarding this subject didn't help me all that much. Apparently its greedy to love both, but how can I help having a big, accepting heart? I can’t help that I see the good in everybody, its a flaw, and I’m happy as I am. Heck, I’m still accepting it now. I can still go on to have a husband and kids, I just.. might get close to one girl or another at some point along the way. What's the big deal of that, anyway? Mum went a bit… crazy. She kept asking how on earth I know when I haven't even been in a relationship with either… And I realise now that its probably not even my parents place to know my sexuality, because its not important to them really. (Or least it shouldnt be) I’m happy though. I’m just getting on with life as it comes to me, its not like I planned to do this. Oh well, I’m comfortable with who I am, and if others can’t accept that then its their problem, not mine. I have the support I need. (Even if the little butts made me cry on video with them. Butts..)

 

They were supposedly in the kitchen “Cleaning” and then Misa went to “help them clean” and then they all came over to the camera and stood in a line with “We Love You Vicky <3” on paper, and it was the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me in my whole life, and we wonder why I love these adorable little Americans so damn much!

In other news, I babysat last night for Christopher and Kelly. I thought I was being super nanny with being able to get Logan to sleep in his crib without his mum being there, but then he woke up and would. not. stop. crying. I dealt with it calmly though, It really didnt get me stressed out or anything, I was just concerned because he was getting really hot and bothered. Apparently he was teething. Dawe. But while he was asleep for the little time, I had ordered Pizza. (Dad was there, too, and we hadnt eaten, and cos the kids were there we got a little extra pizza and stuff for them so they wouldnt feel left out.) Anyway, I’m getting the boys food and decide to get a little box together of some of the food for Natasha, who i had taken up to bed about 45 minutes beforehand. Anyway, I heard her coughing and also got her a little drink to take up. I go up with the pizza and drink and she's there mumbling to herself and crying whilst ripping up some tissue out of frustration. Now, I could tell what was going on, as I was there many times when I was growing up. She had heard what was going on downstairs and felt left out, and also she was missing her parents, but I give the pizza and drink to her and ask her if she was crying because she felt left out, and she nodded with the biggest smile on her face. Bless her little cotton socks. I told her to sleep as soon as she had eaten her pizza and then her mummy and daddy would be back quicker, and then I left to finally go eat my own pizza. Ain’t I a good auntie Tori?

Anyway, in other news, today I find out I don't have work until Wednesday, so I have a 4 day weekend to get really bored with. And here I am writing all this. And after a lovely wall of text covering my blog and keeping my future self, and any reader who stumbles upon this, updated I can end this post and jump on Xbox to play some games with my lovely American friends. And we wonder why I want to move over there…

 

BUH-BYE <3

 

This is a lovely instagram filtered picture of me getting ready for my first ever work Christmas dinner. Look how…old I look. Do I look 20 yet, or am I still baby faced as everybody keeps telling me. I still feel like I’m 16 or something. I wore my new favourite purple dress (I wouldnt be saying that about a dress a couple years back, hmm?) and it was a lovely night filled with a little awkwardness, food and drink. There were too many familiar faces from school at the pub dinner. (And by too many, I mean two. Including Dan who used to copy my english work in year 9 and always ended up getting better grades in english. Ffffffffuuuuu)

Here's my b-e-a-utiful dress. Don't mind the smirk-y face, it was a picture for my…well, ya know.

I’ll be wearing this dress on valentines day 2014. Yeah. So. I HAVE A VALENTINES DATE. and every time I think about it I get all giddy and giggly and then I feel myself going red cheeked and then I make myself stop thinking about it. So here's me not thinking about it too much, moooving onwards…

I've actually just got my first Amazon shipment of Christmas presents for people. I got paid last Friday and practically bought everybody's presents on Amazon that evening, getting a couple of good lightening deals too. And I spent almost the minimum I could. ALSO. OH DAYS, ALSO!! I did some extreme bloody couponing with a mixture of vouchers and coupons at Co-op, ending up paying 3.68 for 80 pounds worth of stuff!! This picture…this…picture…

Minus the cat (Although I did spend 41 pound on vet fees yesterday for her, more on that in a second) We got so much stuff. Including the turkey and some wonderful Smirnoff Ice, which I have already finished a bottle of. Mm.

Poor Binx had to be taken to the vet, just to be safe than sorry, because she’d had blood in her pee for a day and a bit. After two anti-inflammatory injections, she seems okay today. We are supposed to give her wet food only, and add a little extra water to it so that we can flush whatever it is out of her system, but mother (Lazy as ever, and uninterested in what I have to say as usual) cant be bothered to not feed her biscuits. Yeah. Logic. Complaining over with that, she’s paying me the 42 pound for vet fees after Christmas anyway.

Last night I actually drank the bottle of smirnoff and had some lovely drunk minecraft for a while, until this glorious little picture was taken…

Look at both my lovely excitement expression, and the lovely creeper shirt, as well as all my favourite people in the other picture. Well, Leslie was out of the picture but she was there too. (And Len, her little adorable boy stood next to Misa) It was good to be included in that little moment, but I cant help but feel sad because I wasn't physically there. Still, it was better than nothing. Those people are so majestical. (Especially Will. As he is Will the Majestical Door Greeter)

Ahem…

Anyway, Thats a little update for my blog! I hope you, dear reader, have had a wonderful day and I shall see you the next time I write.

 

BUH-BYE! <3