Warning: Contains ZongL ramblings.

More often than not, talking to my dad makes me want to pull my hair out in frustration.

I get that his old, and thus hard of hearing but honestly, it's easier talking to my grandfather than him. And it's frustrating because I have to repeat what I say many times and he doesn't reply even when he hears so I have no idea whether he heard what I said or not.

I try to be patient- I really do!- but half of the time it gets on my nerves and at the end of it I huff and give up.

I totally envy those living in London right now because I want to go for the Merlin meet up! And I swear, if I live in the US I would probably attend all the conventions that are in my state.

But as it is, I'm celebrating the coming new year with the craziest bunch of people I know who does the silliest, most embarrassing things in the world.