Hence I shalt tell thee I...am very strange.

I'm so hyper it's really not true. I was scouring my fridge for food when dad (who was sitting against the radiator) said
"You never stop do you?"

"Huh? Who, me?" I then ate Worthers Originals. "I'm hungry. And they were just there, on the top of the fridge!"

"That's the worst reason ever. That's like you climbing a mountain 'just because it's there.'"

"*I'd* never climb a mountain. That's crazy talk. It's exercise. But you might climb a mountain because you're really, really bored. Or because you're doing a bet for lots of money. Or because you think you're Santa."

"...You try to raise 'em right and then I see you and think "Where, oh where did I go wrong?!" "

I blinked.

"Cheeky bastard. Would you prefer it if I was some dark, angsty, depressive 17-year-old who never talked to you?"

Which began our conversation about me. He said that I was a pretty dull teenage to which I told him I wasn't. He said 'but you don't go out and get blocked like every other person your age.' And I agreed.
Then I told him in a year and a half I'd be in uni and he pointed out that every other time I'd mentioned it I'd always said that I WOULD be in university.

After this deep talk I ran into my mum with a pair of blue sequined, silver tinsle antleers on and said really seriously
"Be honest now...Does this outfit make me look like a reindeer?" Father laughed and mother just sighed. As she always does. ^_^

And now! I dreamt again!

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