Work knows I'm quitting, so they're giving me shitty hours.

I don't know if it's as organised as that, but for the last couple of weeks I've been doing graveyards every fucking weekend. Okay, this wouldn't be such a problem except that during the week I have to work normal person hours. It's not right to make me work from 9pm-7am one day and then the next make me work from 8am until 4pm. Life and bodies just don't work like that.

I looked up my terms and conditions of employment last night and we're supposed to be getting more paid breaks than we normally do. I'll be bringing that one up tonight when I get to work.

Eep. I should be leaving.

I can't remember where my point is...

Maybe later.

Random Question Time!

Do babies get really uncomfortable when they are full-term? There's one of those baby tracker devices on a friend's blog and it shows the baby through the months. The baby is looking kind of cramped at the moment. I wouldn't want to be in there, is what I think. But then I remember that I actually was in there and I survived.

Felix is thinking of staying in NZ longer than expected. A wonderful sentiment to wake up to.

I don't feel like sleeping.

I don't feel like sleeping. Ever again. It seems like such a tedious exercise which amounts to nothing at this moment. I start work at 3pm and I feel like waiting up until then. Fucking graveyard fucking me the fuck up.

Ima sue. I have nothing to do online either. I might finish my book.

So. Not. Tired.

Pie

Felix has been cooking pies and I'm so proud of him. He makes his own pastry, everything is from scratch. It's just so amazing to me, like some weird science project. Like, for instance, he made a lemon merigue pie. You know the lemony filling? It doesn't just happen. You actually make it and it turns out the same as the frozen ones you buy from the shop. That's amazing to me.

They taste nice. Because he's cooking like this, it makes me want to open my coffee shop so much more. Imagine that- a cafe that makes their own food? Well, I'm sure they normally do. But mine doesn't so it's amazing to me. Especially since the things he makes are so nice and he loves doing it.

There was a point in his life when he actually wanted to be a chef, but he just threw it all away for no real reason. He seems to do this a lot, like he just gets bored with things. I'm in no rush for him to find himself, but his family is always pushing him. I'm happy with him the way he is just as long as it doesn't stop me from doing what I want to do, which it doesn't. I just wish he would have a job now.

I decided that I'm not going to get a job until after Christmas, because if I get a job now it won't be possible for me to take the holidays off, obviously. Felix and K are going to come on Boxing Day and mum and I will go and pick them up in Melbourne. Boxing Day shopping in Melbourne! Hooray! So excited. It almost makes those 2 weeks we'll be apart okay.

K wants a husky. I don't know how I feel about that. Felix and I already have a dog and I don't know about feeding, nor how long we're going to be in that particular town where having a backyard is an option. K doesn't even know how long he's going to be in Australia. I don't like people who will get an animal without knowing that they need to actually be there and look after it. I confronted him, but he says he'll take it back with him.

I sincerely hope so. I mean, it will be so damn cute, but he wants the kind that looks like a wolf. I would've gone for a brown one myself, I think they look kinder.

Anyway, who am I to talk? I want a kitten so badly. Between both of my parents houses we already have 4 cats.

I can't wait to become an old person so that I can become *the* crazy cat lady.

It's getting hot and I don't like it.

I'm not a fan of the heat, I'd rather be freezing cold and have to wear a fucking wood heater strapped to my chest rather than be hot and naked. That's a big thing to say because I'm a girl who likes to be naked. I think a like of the cold is supposably "morbid" but it's more the fact that I like to snuggle and be snuggled. So it's not gothic at all.

I was telling a girl at work today that I haven't brought any clothes in New Zealand, apart from a black singlet (from that God awful shop Supre. That store just freaks me out so much. Who the fuck are they marketing to?). She retorted that I'm gothic and such clothes are not widely sold in New Zealand. I considered this. For a while I haven't been able to find my difinitive style, but I wouldn't call me gothic. It depends on my mood of the day. I like to think that I dress in themes. Some days I'll be a pretty girl, sometimes a grungy girl, some days an indie girl. There's not many days I'm a gothic girl I must say.

I think I would like to introduce more gothic days.

I'm not feeling very up to it today. I worked graveyards over the weekend and it's fucked me up. When I go home, I'm getting a 9 to 5. *Dreams*

Woot!

For almost everything! I pwned Christmas shopping late last night. My friend J gets a t-shirt with "White Flour!" written on it and my brother gets a t-shirt with "save gas, ride the handicapped" on it. I can't believe I didn't think of t-shirt hell before now.

Although I feel like their stock has gotten less funny. Not enough updates if you ask me. I haven't been on that site in forever and they still haven't updated the baby clothes. I like the baby clothes.

Woot for Obama also! I cried a little, mainly because I'm quite sick. That's the un-woot bit. Glandular fever is reering it's ugly head- again. Work doesn't like me being there because of it, which sucks because I need to be earning money.

I've been asleep almost all day, waking up to the election every now and then. It sounds sad but it actually kinda rocked.

So happy.

Christmas Presents

I seem to be able to think of plenty of presents for me, but not for anyone else.

Coming home on the 8th of December means that there's the obligatory "I've been away for 8 months, here's what I got you in Dubai!" Then there's my good friend C's birthday on the 9th of December, so there's a birthday present. Then there's my brother, mum and dad. I don't know about getting presents for my mum and dad, though. They haven't been very nice this year.

Plus I don't know if they're getting me anything for Christmas. Expect I asked my mum to buy me Secret Diary of a London Call Girl by Belle De Jour. I've been reading her archieves. They awesome.

Felix and I watched the entire series and had sex after every show. That's 16 times.*


*We watched it over a couple of weeks. The episodes only go for 20 minutes and that's not really enough time to reload.