Needles

Went to see my GP today, got immunised for something or rather and got some blood taken out. It hurts. It's not a searing pain that I constantly notice, but whenever I move my arm I'm reminded that it's there--- and that pisses me off. I feel a dull pain even from just typing this, right now. Maybe it actually doesn't hurt--- maybe I'm just imagining pain due to some psychological factor, like knowing I've been stabbed by a needle in a particular place--- but whatever it is, I can feel it now and it's really bothering me.

It's only the beginning of February, but I'm dying for the end of the month. Yes, that's right, I'M GOING TO BE MOVING OUT. This is possibly the most exciting thing ever. Not having to see my parents' face for a good portion of the year- not having to hear them whine and yap to me about every little insignificant detail. I know life is hard and whatever, but sometimes, if you just stop thinking about stupid shit, and realize that there's no use worrying over it--- it's like, voila, you're actually pretty close to being happy.

Anyway my accommodation and pile of paperwork has sorted itself out. I guess it's nothing to be super-stressed over, in the end. As long as I do it eventually, it's no big deal. It's depressing realizing that I won't have a job once I move away--- I've grown quite attached to my Christmas casual job (no I haven't quit and I haven't been sacked), it's a shame I have to move. I would've liked to keep the same job--- my co-workers are nice people, after all. I doubt I can find another job where I can dump the work on someone and just stand and smile. That's okay though, I'm sure I'll be able to find something half-decent along the way. It's depressing if I keep on thinking about my lack of money all the time.

Oh- Valentine's Day is coming up. Reminds me of my miserable one-sided crush a couple months ago. That was somewhat embarrassing, though I seem to have selectively wiped most of it from my memory. Like, I remember that it was embarrassing but I don't actually remember why it was embarrasing. Not that I want to remember, I guess.

...I suppose Valentine's is one of those stupid insignificant things I should stop thinking about.

Well, I'm going to rest my arm by not-writing any further. Bye.