So called "holidays"

I'm working for almost an entire week straight, and it's horribly taxing. Heh, see what I did there? Anyway, work is work and work is not fun. Well, it is fun, sometimes, but generally it's not fun. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. After I stopped taking English I feel my language skills deteriorating, and now I see myself as a cat mashing a keyboard. Well, an extremely handsome cat.

At least work feels substantial. I haven't had a chance to really reflect on anything. I previously thought I'd feel really empty after I got my ATAR, and think: "looky here, two years of pain and suffering all for this little number down the corner of the page". As you know though, I've realized that I still have everything I learnt, and that means way more than that number which becomes useless as soon as I enter university. No, it's not a pitiful consolation to myself because I didn't make that 99, I really do think that. It does piss me off that I was stupidly close, but it doesn't matter. 

At least I have some free time right now... yes, my mother is still being annoying about her homework, but I don't have to care, do I? I get along pretty well with the people at work, so that's always a good thing... yeah... No, they are really nice and entertaining and I still think one of the guys there is really cute. He wears his pants really low and he bends over (not in that way, no, stop smirking) a lot so I have no fucking clue how many times I've been flashed. Yeah look I don't know if this a good thing or a bad thing. It's somewhere between "the best thing ever" and "the most horrific and awkward thing ever". Maybe it's a combination of both. I mean I'd tell him except I'm too awkward for this kind of shit. I mean, I should've told him the first time, except I missed my chance. This is now the nth time and if I tell him now it's just like, "so wtf, were you just checking out my ass every other time?" (The answer is probably yes)  My friend suggested buying a belt for him--- but that's way worse than just telling him to pull up his pants. Consider the following scenario:

Me: "Hey merry Christmas! Here, have this."

Him: "Thanks but you didn't have to. Oh... it's a belt.... Uh....okay... thanks again..." *totally didn't expect it*

Me: "I thought you might need one..."

Then we both stare at each other for the next minute, where he still may not realize the actual problem, but thinks I'm one cracked kid for gifting a belt. 

Yeah no, I'm not buying him a belt. And I still probably won't tell him... Not that I'm perverted or anything...

GAH, I can FEEL your accusations. Shut up, I'M LEAVING.