Holiday Headache

1. I actually have a headache. One of the ones that hits your temples. It really hurts. Lame.
2. My Aunt came over for dinner. It lasted all of 10 minutes. It was so awkward. Neither me nor my two siblings new she was coming until like 5 hours prior. and we have to watch her dog for 3 days. My mom knew this information for over a month now. and just bothered to tell us today. and she's staying over until tomorrow. getting kinda tense. and my sister and I keep trying to "save" each other by conveniently leaving the room to play a game of cards away from the "adults" discussions of politics or finances. I am currently hiding in my room.
3. During my time of refuge, I've been finishing off some of the cleaning I still have let to do in my room. I discovered something so awful and vile that I had hoped never to see in my life. Apparently there had been a lunch bag in my room from like 12 weeks ago that I stopped using and forgot about. Well there was food in it. Most of it packaged. But there was one bag of what use to be fresh fruits/veggies. It was decomposed past the point of recognition. There was like a yellow liquid in the plastic bag and it was all rotten. I was hoping I'd never have to experience that in life- find something so disgusting you can't even identify it. Oh well. There's always another first. *shudder*
5. I put the wallet picture of my boyfriend in a frame by my bed (it's a separate picture, I just sorta set his picture on top of the other picture. I don't have a frame small enough for his picture. It still works.) I look at him, and It makes me feel better. When I'm getting tense or stressed out, he's my reminder that everything will be alright. (Was I the only one who sang the Bob Marley song in their head? "every little thing, is gonna be alright".....no? just me then. haha figures.
6. I like blogging. It's really catching on for me. But I don't think I should tell anyone about it. If I do, my family would probably be really insulted. This is really for my sake. to get everything out. I'd diary except my thoughts come out faster then I can put them all down on paper. but I don't really like the idea of being a "blogger". I don't know. It seems like a dated term. Like blogging was cool in 2005. It's almost 2012. Maybe that's just me. I know there are some very successful bloggers out there. But I don't blog for anyone's sake but my own. Selfish, but at least I can admit it.