Being bored when I suppose to be busy

If I describe myself with a sophisticated psychology term at the moment, it would be narcissist. Vain, you may say. But the truth is, even how much I regard myself to be good-at-nothing, I can't help but admire at how my thoughts are facilely in order sometimes although "Miss Eloquence" is never my sobriquet. Yes, I'm prone to re-read my previous entries in my blog, and then be delighted in my ability to reflect. Alright folks, I allow you a chortle now. Have my sense of humor increased? :P

So if you bother to read my previous post, you may find some editing here and there, like the fixing of grammatical error (if only it's fixable, and yeah I have no idea if 'fixing' collocates well with 'grammatical error'); and the additional lines of two or more just to clarify my points...

Oh yeah, I'm now home for holidays and I HEART it being here! My sisters are at my disposal, I can bid them to cook and feed me well *evil laugh*. Yikes, scratch that. It makes me sound despicable when the truth is I'm the most awesome person to hang out with (Owh-eim-gee, what happens to the "humble" Miss B??? Someone please exorcise this vain self of me out of, well, ME!)

Excessive of vanity, I better stop now. It's time to chill out with my darling sister (okay, that sounds a bit normal).  I'll write again soon, folks! Till then, be good! :)

Let's enjoy a photo of my Peeta that I've polaroid-ed. Not bad eh? :P

{Ok B, why don't you just admit that you miss him?}

-Miss B-