you can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.

once again i find myself blaring songs on YouTube extremely loudly through my laptop, in order to blot out the sound of my sister's insentient violin playing. don't get me wrong, it's not that she's a bad player or anything, but having to listen to the same pieces everyday for two hours, is frigging annoying. it begins to grate on you, and at this moment, i wish i could go up there snatch the instrument out of her hands and smash it against the wall. it's that bad.

it's that bad that i've just been told to turn the music down, poor James Blunt and his beautiful songwriting skills, being compared to a screechy eleven year-old's grade three violin playing. *sigh* so now i am waiting for my tea as my dad cooks it in the kitchen. i'm going to have to sit at the table and watch everyone tucking into their beef. on the one hand, i despise the fact that they still eat meat and i'm a vegetarian. and i think it looks disgusting, but you can't deny that the taste isn't bad, but then i think i'd feel incredibly guilty if i did succumb.

but it doesn't matter, because i won't. i have quorn. i love the geniuses who developed the delish meat supplement that is quorn, they deserve some kind of nobel prize. forget about the pioneering surgeons and the scientists who are working on a cure for cancer, the guys who developed quorn, they are the genuises! (: (:

mmm, sweet potato is the newest fad going in the house at the moment. I, ME introduced it to my boring, fuddy-duddy parents, and now my nan is cooking it as well. i'm the quirky veggie who found the delish vegetable, but that has been forgotten and my mum cooks it every week now, because she thinks she's cool cooking it. (:

eurgh, my dad annoyed me the other day because he was going on about how the corporal punishment system should be brought back in, and the execution of murderers and the like. i tried to tell him that i don't believe in it, because what right has anyone to take away someone's life, only God has that right, if he exists anyway. it makes you the same as a murderer to take their low, humanless life. i don't get it, because the way i see it is that there are worse things that you can do to a person than to kill them. after all, isn't death just a release.

i mean, if you're going to physically assault a person with intent, you have to have some kind of screw loose.

love your incredibly-sympathetic-apathetic-and-human-blog-writer,
lydia
xxxxx