Hooray!

Hooray for December!

Hooray for being home soon!

Hooray for Christmas!

Hooray for me feeling sick as a dog...

Perhaps it's all in my mind though. I have 2 more shifts at work and I just really really don't want to go. I just want it to be over already! Coupled with my narcissistic "illness" I've got the sorest feet! They've never been so sore! I've been in tears over it and I can't sleep at night. I beg to be sent home from work but they just won't let me.

Is that illegal? I can't wait to be home in my own country where I know when things are illegal or not.

Speaking of illegal, I was thinking of becoming a surrogate mother. Perfect for me, since I get to be pregnant without the responsibility of a child! Then I realised that coupled with the fact that I would want the baby way too much by the end of the 9 months, it's illegal in Victoria.

Stink.

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.

Nostlagia

Last night I discovered my CD collection was in my suitcase. I cried. I'm so fucking hormonal it's amazing. I shouldn't be, but I can't explain it any other way. I had a huge-arse panic attack last night aswel. It was crazy and my brain was rational but I was sobbing and gasping for breath.

Although, tonight I'm listening to my brother's Jet and I'm keeping it together. That might have something to do with me being excited to go to work at 5:30am tomorrow. I'm training in a new area. I love it when something different and (partially) exciting happens in my life.

In 2 weeks time there's a competition in NZ which is the "Best Barista in NZ" comp. On the 12th to the 28th they'll be secret shoppers coming into my store and rating me on my;

• Milk- quality/heat/presentation and origionality (artyness)
• Presentation (how hot I am)
• Customer relations (I'm a real suck-arse so I'm good for this one)
• Something else... Can't remember

I'm seriously thinking I could win this shit. They get the best person from your store and then you go to a thing with all the stores from your area and the best one from that goes to the nationals... In Auckland. Auckland is a bit of a bum-hole but I'll go there for MONEY!

$5000 in prizes to be exact.

I'm pretty fucking good I must say, so I'm fairly confident.

Also, I went to curves today. I did amazingly and crazy-worked out. I was looking around at all the fat people. It was only me and one other girl who weren't morbidly obese. Did these other women think that they should get really fat before doing something about it? Did they not realise that all their clothes weren't fitting?

Fat people are retarded.

Money money money

I spend entirely too much of it.

We've decided that next year while I'm studying it will be too much for me to be working aswel. So from May next year until May the following year I won't be working. I'll be a full-time student. Which means that for the time being it's save, save save. Which is all kind of exciting. It feels like this new chapter in my life is rapidly approaching and I just can't wait!

But on the other hand, I love spending money.

Hello my name is Gabriella Plymouth and I am a shop-a-holic.

I was just reading Cosmo and apparently I earn 50% less than the average Australian woman. Are they basing this on people my age or not? That seems like way too much. Although, at the moment (in NZ) I'm earning 480 p/w for 40+ hours. That doesn't seem like enough.

That's before tax.

Felix needs a job.

Hiccups

I has them. They're not ordionary ones either. They're more of burping *hic*s. It kinda hurts. Plus it's gross.

I went to the gym tonight, but only for 20 minutes (you go for half an hour at Curves) because it's pizza night tonight... A tridition decided on last night. Nice. Except my pizza was kinda shit. And now I'm all gassy and hiccy.

So today I became a slave-monkey and was forced to work in the fast-food area of the restarant. Drive-thru, to be exact. This damned country, fucking fuck. I was standing *outside* taking orders (why? Racism, that's all it can be down to) when it started fucking hailing. *Hailing* people. R U SRSLY DOOD? Something that kind of disturbed me was that my ears felt like they were going to come off... Are my ears that sticky-outy? No one has told me this before...

This God-damned laptop needs some Firefoxing. I don't know if what I'm spelling is legible or not. I don't care if it isn't. You know what I'm getting at.