Merry Christmas. I got paid Christmas Eve and was in a mad frenzy of buying gifts. I think I prolly spent too much...

I was supposed to work at the bakery that day but I got my period the day before and couldn't think of standing up for too long, my hips are so out of whack. I'm going to the gyno soon to discuss the IUD. I've heard some awesome things (read: Desci said it's good) but Googling it has told me some bad things about weight gain, depression and heavier bleeding. I've learnt from experience that anything that's going to affect any of those 3 things is wholy not worth me going to the trouble of getting the medication. I'm already struggling with my weight, sanity and bleeding.

Sex without worrying, though, would be lovely.

Felix met my family and it was all sweet. Him and dad were civil and it was an all-round *alright* day. We went to sleep at about 3pm and woke up at maybe 8pm, so our sleeping pattern is throughly fucked up. I see a Christmas tridition in the making.

I'm thinking of dropping McDonalds work. It's just degrading for someone of my age, I know I'm not old but I might aswel be a grandmother for all the kids I work with. Bakers Delight has much nicer people and you get free stuff sometimes (last night I bought home 18 chocolate scones. Dead).

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Christmas is just around the corner and I have literally bought no gifts. I *think* I'm getting paid on Christmas Eve but if not this will be an imaginary Christmas this year. I've just had no money since we got back into the country and it fucking sucks. Mum said I don't have to pay her all the money I owe her at once (there would be no point because I'd only have to borrow more off her). She's even wanting to help us get a flat in town. She's being very helpful in some ways, but very very nerveish in other ways.

Felix is still unemployed and it's really getting me down. I know he's trying but it seems like he's lost it now. After applying for 50million jobs I can certinely understand that, too. It's just that he's not applying for shit-kicker jobs like I am. It really makes me a little bit mad thinking that I'm working 3 dead-end jobs while he's still applying for managment.

I'm on his computer right now. Maybe I'll fill out a KFC application. Would that be so wrong?

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.

Oh HAI!?

Ruby Gloom is the cutest show ever! It's totally emo and stuff but that doesn't make me stop loving it.

Anyway, I'm moving home on the 8th of December. Felix is staying here for Christmas with his family, so we'll be apart for 2 weeks. I was super upset about it until I watched that reality show 30 Days where the Supersize Me dude does random things for 30 days. Him and his wife are okay being away from each other that long and he's in danger of being shanked and stuff, so I think we should suck it up.

Problem is that this was going to be our first ever Christmas together and I'm gutted it's not going to turn out. It just seems like this is the beginning of a slippery slope. Growing up in different countries means that someone is always going to be homesick and someone is going to be fine. Hopefully in Melbourne it will be different because it's neither one of our homes.

I needed to be home for Christmas though. My brother is only 14 and since our parents separated I feel like I'm the only secure person in his life. Last Christmas sucked nuts and the only thing consistent is that we were together the whole time. I didn't want to abandon him with my parents being such cunts to each other. Does a 14yo really have to witness that?

He broke his shoulder and my parents even faught infront of the doctors. I feel so guilty for leaving him.