Goodness Me!

I didn't post for the entire month of October!

You can't make me feel bad about it either.

Anways, I was too busy. Me and Felix are now back in the land of Aus and I'm kinda liking it... Except that Felix isn't allowed at my dad's house and we've moved back in with mother... Ahh!

I'm a bar wench now. It's a little bit of a step down, but whatever. I hate starting a new job and everyone's "this is how you do this". I know I look young, but it's like I'm 14 here or something. Plus it's waitressing and there's so many *rules* sorrounding waitressing. Did you ever notice that the waitress isn't allowed to stack the dishes at the table? I sure didn't? Nor would I have minded if she did. For Goodness sake.

I've decided I'm going to study Phlebotomy. I know I'm a little needle-phobic, but I don't think that should effect my peformance if I'm doing the prodecure on others. Plus it's bloodtests and I really don't mind bloodtests. I'm a regular blood-donor.

Maybe next year. I have good intentions.

I'm Not Sorry

So there.

It's been a fair few months since I've posted, so I'll update in bullet point form.

• I've had a job for the last couple of months. I manage a catering company. It sucks giant dogs balls. Sweaty giant dogs balls. I'm getting a total of $900AUD a month. I'm quitting for:
• An apprenticeship. I've finally cracked film-making. It's very exciting, and kind of Bollywood. He's paying me more than my sweaty giant dogs balls job, so what have I got to lose?
• I've been labeled a racist for putting the words "fat" and "Indian" in a sentence together. *Sigh*. I can't even be bothered to correct the stupid dickhead.
• I'm still an illegal immigrant
• I'm dying to paint something.
• I still live with Felix's parents.
• I'm watching The Simpsons.

It's not racist if it's an observation, is it? He is a fat Indian, but I like him and we're good mates. I was only trying to explain who he was to someone. "He's the fat Indian guy, remember him?"

For fucks sakes!

Bored

My golly gosh I never thought that being unemployed would be so damn boring. I've usually thrived on unemployment, it's always been the best time of my life. I suppose any other time I'm unemployed Felix is aswel. Now Felix has got a job it's not so fun anymore...

He leaves for work at 7am and gets home at 7pm. I've never been away from him for such a long time every damn day. It's boring! Showtime in Dubai, for your information, is full of repeated 90s TV which is AWESOME for a day.

I've applied for literally every relevant job on Dubizzle and the Gulf News Classifieds. I'm sick to death of writing my name. What shits me the most about applying for jobs is that companies want you to have experience. In answering the fucking phone. I've had at lease 20 years experience in answering the phone. They also want you to have experience in computers. I literally spend 14 hours a day on computers, but that couldn't POSSIBLY count.

If I could get a certificate to say I am the geekiest fuck with computers and that I also know how to pick up a reciever and say "hello" I would prolly get 50 job offers a day.

Fucking Filipinos taking all my jobs.

Interview!

I got an interview! It says visa provided, which is basically the only reason I'm going to work. But the thing is, it's at Lamcys and that's a *long* way away from where I live. Well, the truth is I'm not sure that it's *at* Lamcys. That's just where he wants to meet. I think he was just trying to say a place that's near it that I would know.

He's excited because I'm Australian and I think he'll be even happier when he sees my certificate for participating in the barista of the year comp.

I think I might have to go down to the mall later on and change some money, because I think a taxi to Lamcys is going to cost quite a bit. Which sucks, because I don't think I'll be getting paid very much here and if the taxi ride costs more than an entire days work, then I really can't stay.

I just want the visa so badly! Plus I'm kind of exicted. He said it's only a small cafe, they're only starting out. Which in my mind means I'll have a bit of freedom, maybe a managment role in the future. That'd look freakin' awesome on my CV.

I'm seeing him at 5:30. Wish me luck!

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.

My 14yo brother, from the computer:

Him: "Why is there RedTube and Xtube and stuff in the history?"

Me: "I've been stalking the fuck out of Tom Gaylord to find his facial video."

Him: "Ok."

My family is used to me.

Uhhhrrr...?

I just took a quiz on Facecrack and found out that I'm an emo. There you go! I wouldn't have put myself into the emo genre. If anything, I would've said I was one of the creepy band geeks who stares at the sexy boy in school and secretly masturbates under her desk.

Perhaps this quiz is only for school kids. When you get older, I guess you turn into a sad friendly person who likes to cut.

I hate *a* parent, but at the same time I'm mature enough to not *hate* him. I love him, but he's too much of a loon to put up with right now. Advantage of being older - When I hate my parents, I can move away. Win!

It also says that I should have some funky colour in my hair, and by rights I should. I've just been putting it off since the start of the year because at the end of the week I haven't had $15 to spend on a Fudge.

Last thing, which is totally wrong. It says I should have about 5 iPods and cameras. No, I don't. I'm not a rich cunts daughter. I don't own *one* iPod. I own CDs.

I'm not cool enough to cut.