The Spoilt Brat Syndrome

Hello,

Say 'Hi' to Wall-e, who is surrounded by a proper amount of gifts! Also, whoever spots the University of Edinburgh memorabilia gets something amazing to happen to them.

you may have noticed that yesterday was a day void of an entertaining blog postabout life. This is due to the fact that yesterday my body was filled with very hostile thoughts towards the human species. These were further accompanied by musings of how awesome Satan is for punishing the wicked (maybe I should remove my blog from my CV if I am persistently going to talk about Satan worship… or maybe I shouldn’t). No one would have enjoyed my little burst of homicidal insanity yesterday, thus I managed to contain myself.

As the holidays are coming near I realise that there is only one thing on everyone’s mind. No it is not the joy of the family, gathering, the taste of good food or the magic of the holiday cheer. It is all about the presents.

People love presents. They love to touch them, smell them, cover themselves in it. Yes, they love presents. But presents are a tricky thing, as usually people are really crap at giving them. That is why more often than not I hate receiving presents. People never ever know what to give me. Even if I go up to them and scream in their face “I WANT SIMS 3 FOR CHRISTMAS” they will give me a wooden stick. True story.

These reasons lead me to further appreciate the wonders of Amazon.co.uk (please send me some free stuff…). They are providing one with the ability to create a wish list. I stumbled upon this when I accidentally clicked on this option, as I was thinking I was adding something to my basket. I got scared of what had happened, cried a bit, and then realised my mistake. Oh, ignorance, ignorance.

The next year, Wall-e wasn't big enough to hold all the presents, so we decorated the sound system, because we are awesome like that!

I think Bulgarian people should get more involved with Amazon’s wish list. So I can put everything I want on it and get them to buy it for me…. This will probably eradicate occurences where someone would give me a plastic ring and 1 pound/lev/dollar jelly wallet (I swear that someone gave me that for my birthday once. And, no, I was not turning 3, but rather 15).

I urge you to take into consideration these wise thoughts that I have so humbly shared with you, and embrace the true spirit of Christmas, which is all about giving me the present I want.

Thank you.

Also, love each other.

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