Easter Times.

So yesterday's blog failed. Sorry about that, non-existent readers.

There are three days in the year that you really don't want to be ill for: Christmas, your birthday and Easter. Today is Easter and guess how I'm feeling? I've felt sick most of the day, and I haven't even eaten any chocolate. Also my Dad has been ill all day, so today has been no different from any other day.

Not that I particularly expected it to be any different. I'm not religious, and there's nothing that you really have to do on Easter. I mean, Christmas would be weird without the dinner, or watching christmas TV because there's nothing else to do. But Easter... you don't necessarily associate it with a big dinner, TV isn't much different... even most of the shops are open. I'm not complaining but... I don't know. I guess it's just that this is the first year that we've not done an egg hunt. Normally we have to summon the easter bunny by choreographing a dance and then coming up with a chant, then performing it in front of my Dad, before waiting for the bunny to come (ie my Dad to hide the eggs) and then go find them. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? But I always love it. But now I am too old, and I guess I just don't like that. In 13 days I will be adultlike, supposedly, when in my head I am getting younger. It's tough. Especially when all your friends, even your younger sister, seem to be getting older. But I will never be a growed up. NEVER.

Ah well.

I have to say though, there is one thing seperating Easter time from the rest of the year: all those crap eggy jokes.

Eggselent.

Days of compulsory education left: 14
(Just cos I feel like it)