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Next week I'm working 6 days in a row and I am just so gutted. I had a massive panic attack last night and stressed at Felix that he *needs* to get a job *so* much. It's kind of impossible for me to downsize my hours if I'm going to be supporting myself and a grown man on my own. Making fucking coffees for a living.

I already have a case of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome offset from my Glandular fever earlier in the year. My immune system is so shot. Which sucks, because my dad has diabeetus (the kind that doesn't involve being so obese that your pancreas decides to shit itself). My mum always used to freak when I got a cold or something. Apparently if my immune system goes on holidays and the diabeetus gene decides to take a shot I'm done for.

So yeah. At the moment my preferences say 40 hours max and I'm getting up to 50. I'm going to change it down to 30 hours max. Maybe 35.

I can't fucking wait for next year when I don't have to work! I wouldn't go as far as to say that I miss *school*. As in highschool. I fucking hated highschool so passionately that if it was ever my fate to go back to highschool I would mutilate every functioning part of my body in order to avoid that experience again.

But I digress. University is going to be a pool full of sexy mermaids screaming for my love and attention. I'm going to love every minute of the poverty stricken wonderfulness that is *not working for a full 12 months*.

It's not like I won't be getting any money in, I can collect the student allowance. Which I might add is less than the dole (unemployment, for all of youse foreigners). Australia is so backward. It gives less money to students studying to be professionals and therefore add a lot to society than to those who are most likely bums who have no hope in life and if they *do* manage to get a job it will be a lowly labourers job which anyone could do. Such a job will be low paid and as such the bum will pay less taxes and not build as much roads as *I* will with my movie-maker wage.

AND WE NEED ROADS GOD DAMMIT!

In Other News

Japanese horror films freak Felix out. Hur hur hur hur hur.

Random fact that I was told today which cracked me up.

Angry.

Mummy wants me to come home because I'm *stressed*. Nawww. It makes me feel happy that she wants me home, but I can't come home yet. Not until Felixes mum comes back to this 3rd world country and looks after EvilCat. Fucking EvilCat. Have I told you about the horrors?

As you can probably guess, EvilCat is evil. An evil little cunt of a pussy. He's a coward, and he will attack you when you least expect it. He will bite your poor delicate ankles when you don't even deserve it. He makes me waa like a fucking ho. I hates him, but Felix loves him. Reason number ONLY that we're in this country- EvilCat. Felix didn't want mummy to give him away. We MUST come back here and earn $9.45 an HOUR for BACK BREAKING (coffees) WORK while I sit on my ARSE!

I am so angry lately, it's amazing. I want to start a detox diet thing... But I'm so low on willpower. So so so low on willpower. Plus I hate cabbages. I hate a lot of things, but I've been thinking of eating more things that grown in the ground (that aren't psychadelickz, imagine what THAT shit would do to my stomach lining).

Speaking of psychadelickz, my 15yo work colleague asked me if I've ever tried "mushies". The fuck is wrong with kids today?

I'm so fucking grumpy I could DIE.

Roar

So, today started off fairly shitfully. I woke up at 4 in the fucking afternoon which just shits me so much. When I was younger it was a badge of honor, but now it just feels like such a waste of time. Today was supposed to be mine and Felixes day of sexy-sexy time, but we wasted a lot of it.

I still feel really sick, but it comes and goes so sexy-sexy time can still be for filled. Tomorrow will have to be library time, but I also want to do something else cool. Felix suggested rock-climbing but I don't think it would be a smart thing to do while I'm recovering.

And anyway, I want to look pretty.

Maybe we'll go see a movie. We saw Hancock and I thought it was cool, even though I was rolling around in pain at the time.

Books I want to read

1. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
2. The last Harry Potter but fuck knows what it's called?
3. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
4. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
5. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
   

This is all for now.

I just got home from the hospital and have been diagnosed with inflammation of the stomach lining? The fuck? Anyway, it's coming back pretty bad right now. Feels like apendancididitisis.

On the plus side, I have tomorrow off and can go to the library! Hooray!

Cosy

I'm now one of those people that get up at 4:30am and get to work at 5:30am. I'm one of the morning people and I am tired. But I'm not grumpy tired, which is odd. I'm just kind of cosy tired in a comfortable kind of "I could go to sleep right now with a smile on my face" way.

Everyone at work is complaining that they're not getting enough hours... And I don't want to bitch in front of them about OMG 6 DAYS IN A ROW?? Am I a fucking slave now? So... So so tired. SO TIRED!

But comfy.

But also very tired.

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.