Update

Kay, so I didn't die, as much as you wish I did. A good friend of mine died on the 27th of December, though. So don't be so fucking insensitive.

Okay, so she was a best-friend's sister. But in the small town I grew up with it didn't matter how old they were, they're still your friends.

B died in a car accident with her two sisters in the car. The sister who is my age was driving. It's really tragic because it's not her fault. B wasn't wearing her seatbelt because they'd only just started driving. G wasn't speeding nor drinking. It's just a really tragic accident. The funeral is tomorrow and I'm going to look like a pig. I have a job interview before the funeral so they're going to think I'm gothic.

Perhaps they won't think I'm gothic. I looked in the mirror the other morning and squealed. I had a good 14 grey hairs just in the spot where hair turns to fringe. I cracked the shits and decided I would bleech the fuck out of my hair.

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Still deciding if it was a mistake... It's kind of orange, but it's possibly an awesome orange? It kind of hurts my eyes to look at so I'm thinking sometime next week I'll put another blonde through it to make it look normal blonde. If my hair falls out... Well. I can pretend I shaved it for cancer or something.

So I've pretty much got two jobs. One is at Safeway and one is at McDonalds. Undeseriable, I know. What can you do in these uncertain times? Nothing. That's what you can do. I've always seemed to like my time at McDonalds so that should be okay. I'm kind of nervous about working at Safeway though. They seem to be very... Strict.

We'll see which one has the most money in it and go for it anyway! Both places are only able to give me 20 hours each so it's not like I'll be weird about working two jobs. I just hope they don't get jealous and fight with eachother.

Why can't everyone just get along???

Things I'm looking forward to, in bullet point form.

• Christmas with my family, even though it's broken. I just can't wait to see them.
• Giving all the wonderful presents I brought to everyone. I'm a big presents person. Not for me - I love buying them for everyone.
• Going camping with my dad and my brother. I can't wait to relax and read a nice book by the river.
• hanging out with old friends and catching up.
• Going to Sydney with my mum to see all of my cousins. Two of whom are pregnant.
  
• Playing Singstar with my best friend J
• Working on Sunday's at my best friend J's business (she gave me a job, THAT'S a friend.)
• Applying for new and exciting jobs
• Meeting new friends at new and exciting jobs
• Living with Felix and K in our OWN house with our OWN things doing our OWN thing
• Seeing my grandma and giving her the magnet I got her in Dubai, that's her thing.
• Eating Mr Whippy icecreams in the sun
• Going swimming in the pool with my brother
• Seeing my brother
• Seeing my brother play sport
• Seeing my brother's new girlfriend
• Seeing my brother
• Seeing my brother
• Seeing my brother (I miss him)
• Wearing my cool new bathing suit which is teh sex
• Getting drunk with my mum... Most nights
• Sitting in the AC lounge eating icy poles and watching trash TV
• Seeing everyone
  

Why not make a second post, Gab?

Ugh. Finally I can get down to this project. It's been a long, stressful and sad couple of weeks and it's all but over. Felix and I have only just gotten to be on our own after so long. You see, we've moved back to his home town because his Mum is going to stay with his Dad for 6 months. Confusing, much? I know, but I'm not into elaboration right now.

So. She's left. We're alone. I suppose I had placed so much on this time and I've been kind of let down. I just want my *own* house. Not my parents house, my house. My house which I own. I want to be able to hang up my pictures and if a long weekend is coming up, I want to be able to say "hey, I would like to paint that wall purple" and the only person I have to convince is Felix.

Felix is not a cat. Felix is my fioncee. He likes cats.

In other news, I need my eyebrows waxed and my haircut. I can't afford these things because I have been unemployed for over a month and the money is dwindelling. What did I expect? I suppose I'll just have to put my application in at McDonalds.

Again.

Maybe in another week. I like unemployment. Is that so wrong? I like having time to myself and be able to do what ever I want (as long as it is free, of course). Why is that looked down on so much in society?

Fucking Gen X.