P.S I cut all my hair off with theatre scissors I found in the bathroom. I mean really fucking hacked it. It looks so sex. I love it long time.

Much happier in the hair department.

The sea

Here I am, finally.

It's not even summer yet, and the sea is hot.

My God! The sea is hot? Does that even happen anywhere but here? My only memories of the sea from sad little holidays from my youth are of it being windy and cold near the sea. The water was like ice.

So is the sea being hot a Northern Hemisphere thing, or only a Persian Gulf thing?

The sea is also incredibly salty and you float like a poo. It's amazing! I like this part. I said to Felix, if I was to get shipwrecked, I'd rather get shipwrecked around this area. You'd be fairly fucked in the Indian Ocean.

Felix's brother wanted us go to scuba diving, but lordy I am afraid of fish. I have no idea why, I'm not afraid of them when they're in a little bowl, I'll even touch them like that. I just don't like it when I'm in their enviroment and they can bite my toes and I can't easily jump out and scream like a banshee. I'm scared!

It doesn't help to say that they won't hurt me either. If that worked then I wouldn't be afraid of moths.

Shut. Down.

Don't you feel so womanly, when you roll over to your half-naked partner and begin to fondle him. You're beginning to get all hot when he slurs "Not tonight baby, I'm not in the mood."

Who the hell is the woman here? Am I alone?

I must admit I am quite masculine when it comes to sex and horniness. I'm always ready to go and I'm always asking for it. Felix, on the other hand is more of a "lets wait a couple of days and it will be twice as good!" kind of person. Our two sexual personalities are the original odd couple. Of course, I'm the dirty one with a lack of morals.

It makes me totally insecure to be shut down the way I am though. I'm sitting in bed right now by myself while Felix is on the PC playing some interweb gaming thing. He'd rather do that, than do me.

Well don't I just put the U in U.G.L.Y?

I have *got* to get to the gym tomorrow lest my mother be thinner than me. I *will* kill myself if that happens.

That is a slight overestimation.

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.