Boxing Day Sales

I went shopping on Boxing Day and spent a lot of money. For some reason I thought it'd be cool to spend $100 on 3 pairs of Converse shoes. I have a pair from last year, but I wanted a pair where I wouldn't have to tie and untie my laces every time. Then one pair just ended up being three pairs...

Then I spent like an hour in Calvin Klein trying on a million pairs of jeans, becuase I needed new jeans. Their jean sizes are weird, and I spent ages trying to figure out whether I was too fat for everything in their store or whether I had just failed to find my size. I managed to find a pair of jeans which fit in the end, and I kinda feel like I should've bought more pairs (because they looked really nice) but I was way too impatient to stay in the end. Anyway I was just glad to get out of the store.

I grabbed some misc clothes here and there, but nothing I really wanted, merely things which mom thought would look good on me. I doubt I'll ever wear them, but yay new clothes.

What I really want to tell the world about is my new xbox 360. I finally got my first ever large console. PCs don't count, right? I only got it now because the xbox one is out, and 360s aren't worth much any more. The awkward thing was, after I bought the 360, I found the same thing but 10 dollars cheaper a day later. I guess that's just life but it still sucks. I was pretty keen to get some games for it, and I ended up buying Fable II, Fable III and Final Fantasy XIII. I wanted to get the kinect version of Fable as well, but I thought I'd better stop and play some games first, otherwise I might get sick of Fable. I was about to leave the gaming store when I finally recalled that my original intention for buying an xbox was so that I'd play Just Dance and lose weight. Man even as I write that it sounds like complete and utter bullshit to myself. If I truely meant it I wouldn't have JUST remembered after buying 3 RPGs. Still, I promptly bought a kinect and Dance Central, but I haven't tried it out yet.

I'm looking forward to setting up this xbox of mine. When I get a day off work, it'll be absolutely wonderful.

Merry Belated Christmas

I thought about blogging yesterday, but I guess I forgot in the end. Christmas day was blissful- it was cool and cloudy, and I had the entire day off after working 6 days straight. Nobody woke me early in the morning- in fact I was the first in the entire house to be up... and I got up at 9am. I half expected my sister to jump at me at 7am with all her presents, but that happened 3 hours later than expected so everything was okay.

We went out for a "family BBQ" which was surprisingly not-very-painful. I didn't think it was BBQ weather, but it didn't rain on us. I had a lot of food, then sat around being bored because there's not much to do at a BBQ. Thankfully the whole thing only lasted 3 hours, and nobody said anything insulting to me the entire time.

When we got home I helped set up a tent in our backyard. I think the tent was only ever used once before, when we went camping 10 years ago. Anyway the thing still looked new, and I set it up because my sister said she wanted to go camping. Because I don't actually like going camping for reals, I set it up for her in the backyard. Luckily for me she's easily satisfied, and so far has spent 2 night sleeping in that tent. Hopefully she'll get bored soon, because it looks awfully cold out there.

Then I spent the entire afternoon and evening playing cards with my mom. I know it sounds really lame, but I like playing cards so whatever. Also mom has decent card etiquette, so she doesn't randomly spout rude things when you make a bad move, and doesn't gloat over a move she made 2 matches ago. Anyway, Christmas day was surprisingly good, and nothing went wrong the entire day to spoil it.

Happy holidays.

I love working 12 hour shifts

Okay so I haven't been able to blog again. It's not my fault, I swear. My internet was capped and Google took 10min to load. It was literally worse than the dial-up I had. Then I've had to work every day, and today was a 12 hour shift. I think I'm rostered on for 33hours this week... I'm preeetty sure those are full time hours, but I get casual pay, so it's super sweet.

I'm working the same job as last year- so now I'm dealing with the same Christmas retail bullshit, like last year. Basically for the past 3 days I've had people come up to me, asking me to show them stuff at the counter, and then they turn around and say "I'll think about it". Like, I sort of understand this Christmas shopper mentality, but god fucking dammit it's annoying. If you want to look at it, THEN FUCKING LOOK AT IT IN THE COUNTER. It's not like they need me to explain anything super-special, most of it is written there on the counter anyway. What annoyed me the most though, was when this clearly mid-menopausal woman said she wanted to buy something for her son. She had a lot of really anal requirements on what she wanted to buy, so naturally I showed her the products which matched her requirements. Every time I showed her something though, she'd ask me, "is that for a boy or a girl?" She'd also remind me "it's for a BOY," every time she didn't like something. To me it's like she's looking for desperate affirmation that her son is in fact male, but I so wanted to tell her "lady, unless your son wants to use this with his dick, it really doesn't fucking matter." My God gender-stereotyping is so terrible. I'm not even saying I showed her the hot pink product just to prove a point, but why bother asking me why something in plain black/white is for a boy or a girl? Jesus.

Anyway work was painful but so is living. I actually like my job, I figure I just don't like people. Actually most of them are okay, I just wish those 2 or 3 select people out of the 100 I see would just fuck off and stop ruining my day.  My colleagues have their own strange quirks, but I get along fine with them. Life is actually going my way- well except for like... yesterday or the day before where I totally broke down and had like the 2 most depressing hours of my life. It was something like 10pm at night after work, and someone had to remind me that my current academic life is a massive failure, and that if I were any better I'd be at that fancy Sydney university studying law. 

Well fuck you, I didn't even want to do law. I only applied for a law course because it made me sound smart. And I got in, so fuck you again. It wasn't even one of those 3rd rate universities. 

So I'm determined to not feel depressed for at least the rest of this year. I know it gets hard when you come back from working a long shift and everyone in the house decides to give you shit anyway, and then you sleep for 6 hours and get up for work again. Except I'm just... so "done" with feeling miserable. It's like, 10pm to 12am ish, people are asleep, and I'm in my dark room feeling lonely and pondering whether I'd actually feel better if I cut some wounds on my arm. To be honest i think I just need to live life. It doesn't matter if my grades are terrible and people around me are dicks. I just need a little motivation to live, and a little motivation to be happy.

The Present Day

I started off today by waking off being all sleep-deprived. I thought it an excellent idea to rest at 3am, for some odd reason, and was exhausted when I finally climbed out of bed at 8.30am. Then I spent 5 hours at work, doing... not a lot, to be honest. I can't even remember work, but it wasn't bad. People were nicer than usual, but they were still generally unpleasant. It was okay though, because people are people and they're mostly okay.

Then I got off work and feasted on sushi. A friend kept me company while I gorged. I don't know if my sushi cravings will ever be satisfied. It just tastes so delicious, even if it's just a mix of salt and salt and more salt. I do wish the noodle place next to the sushi was cheaper though. I like noodles now and again. After sushi I did a bit of random shopping with my friend- I needed a new wallet and I needed a new school bag. I also wanted a new pair of shoes (despite having like, 5 pairs already). I wanted something I could just slip in, and not worry about shoelaces or anything. I can't really decide whether I'd like it plain black or with some colourful and funky design. I thought I'd get a pair of vans, but on the other hand a pair of casual leather shoes would be nice. I wear my current pair of leather shoes into the anatomy lab, and I don't really want to think about how much formaldehyde has been splashed onto there. In the end I bought nothing but a book as a Christmas present for someone, because I figured I was going to go shopping on boxing day anyway. If there are no discounts on boxing day, I'd just get what I had set my eyes on anyway. Last year I felt as if there was absolutely nothing I wanted, and I got nothing but a single removable hard drive. I hope this year will be much different.

After the shopping we wandered towards the cinema, and it turned out my friend had free tickets. Naturally she picked the film, and I'd consider her taste... a little quirky. We watched Kill Your Darlings, which was like a biographical film about a bunch of American poets. I didn't even realize it was biographical until the very end of the film, because I'm not cultured enough and had frankly never heard of these people. It starred Daniel Radcliffe as the poet Allen Ginsberg. For most of the film I wondered what the plot was- since most movies had a problem and then a resolution, but to me the entire film seemed like a portrayal of Allen Ginsberg being homosexual. He apparently liked this guy called Lucien Carr, who was played by this actor with neatly groomed blonde hair. Uh, in short, the entire movie seemed to me like Harry Potter fucking Draco Malfoy. Or was it the other way around?

I liked the movie, but I kinda failed to understand the significance it held. Maybe if I had a better appreciation for poetry and read their works, I'd get it. Most of the events which occurred in the movie just seemed like another part of history, and I had failed to derive some deeper meaning from each of the scenes. Maybe they just need a better script writer--- because the lives of these American poets weren't terribly interesting. I suspect this film was only made because these poets ended writing something amazing. But really, their lives weren't that amusing.

When the movie was over I came "home", and as always that was a chore. Food was good, as usual, and it's probably the only thing I like about this place atm. Our internet is capped, and it was so bad last night I couldn't even blog when I wanted to. At least now it seems to be alright, even though it still takes 2min to load a Google search. Anyway, it's getting late now, and I have work tomorrow, as I always do. Good night.

2 Days Ago

2 days ago I felt terrible in the morning, because I had slept over at a friend's and he woke me at 6am. Then, being the party-animal that I am, I caught a bus from his place to another friend's house. We were meant to have a Lord of the Rings movie marathon, but for some reason he decided to play the extended editions of LotR, and my patience expired faster than milk left outside the fridge in summer. The movie was good- I mean, I liked LotR... but the extended edition was just too much for me. There was plenty of dialogue which I deemed unnecessary, and I felt the action scenes went on for a century. That, and the fact that I realized the special effects no longer seemed very impressive. I remember when I watched it for the first time, and it was amazing. Watching it again after so many years, a lot of the details I enjoyed seemed horribly crude.

Anyway, because the first movie went on for 200+ minutes by itself, we didn't get much further than the first movie. I brought a friend along to the movie marathon (hosted by 2 other people), but he fell asleep during the movie, to my great embarrassment. I guess he was really tired, but I still felt really bad since the event was meant to be a movie marathon. It was kinda awkwardfest after the movie ended, because though I knew the other two people well, the friend I had brought along was only barely acquainted with the host, and the reason I brought him along was completely awkward anyway, so I shouldn't write about it here. Not to mention the fact that this particular friend of mine is the super-timid type, doesn't say much IRL and doesn't really seem to know how to hold non-anime related conversation.

Then I wanted to have sushi for dinner so I dragged everyone out with me. It's too bad that I didn't think about how money would be a problem, and ended up eating at a sushi train. I was perfectly fine with paying $30 for one dinner, and while I agree it was slightly expensive, I didn't think it would stir up so much awkwardness. I just grabbed whatever looked nice off the sushi train, but nobody else really ate anything and kept on counting how much money the plates had added up to. I don't think anyone but me was really satisfied by the dinner, and that made me feel bad. Yet these friends of mine have no problem telling me that they just charged up $100 worth of virtual money for LoL, so I didn't expect them to have a problem with spending on food...

2 days ago was a terribly awkward day.

3 Days Ago

3 days ago I had an 8 hour shift at work and it was exhausting. Then I thought it'd be a good idea to sleepover at a friend's house, because I didn't have work for the next 2 days. I didn't account for how tired I'd be- so after eating pizza, when everyone else was watching TV, the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. There was a surplus of alcohol at my friend's place, and because I wasn't feeling particularly happy I thought I'd drink my way out of my misery, like they do in the movies. Uh, it just didn't happen.

I wasn't even close to getting drunk, because the alcohol I drank was super-diluted with soda. Then this other guy who was drinking looked like he was about to die, even though he drank less than I did. Of course I made fun of how red his face went, and how much he perspired. Then he told me to shut up because I didn't drink as much as he did, so I wouldn't know etc, but I swear to God I drank more and he just has a terrible alcohol tolerance. So we argued about that for a bit, and he insisted that he was drunk and I was all "you don't know what being drunk is like". Thinking back I probably shouldn't have argued with him, because he was obviously trying to save face, because everyone knows that how much alcohol you can drink is directly proportional to your penis length or how many testicles you have.

Then I fell asleep while watching TV, by then it was like already 2am. I slept soundly enough, but then my nocturnal host decided to wake me at 6am, by nudging my side with his foot. He had kindly made me breakfast, which consisted of bacon and eggs, but I was suffering a little after sleeping only 4 hours. The 8 hour shift at work, compounded with drinking alcohol did not work out too well. My breath was the smell of a public toilet and that was when I decided I will never ever drink more than 1 standard drink per party ever again. Rinsing my mouth with water did little to help, and only after breakfast did the smell go away a little. I wasn't even hungover, but yeah alcohol is just a terrible thing. I didn't even feel any better while drinking constantly through the night. You could argue that I wasn't drunk enough, but I don't really want to give myself an alcoholic's liver by trying to have fun with alcohol. I believe the sad truth is just that alcohol isn't fun, and that I should just steer away from it, and only have a sip of wine or champagne when I'm trying to look like a classy bastard.

So yeah, that was 3 days ago.

Hunger Games Review

I think I mentioned that I watched The Hunger Games (THG) a while ago, but that night I was too pissed about something else and could only think about wanting to violently murder someone. So anyway, let's talk about THG, and I'll see if I can catch up to the "one post a day" average this month.

I've tried reading THG before, but the book bored me to no end. I don't know why, but it just wasn't very exciting. The struggles, the poverty, the oppression- none of it seemed real, and didn't feel very real. I liked the whole design concept of a survival game, but I didn't really understand why teenagers were the focus. Like- I guess it's a teenage novel- actually, I've got it figured. Remember how I said John Green's books were overrated and it wasn't that great? This is pretty much the same thing. I think I just have a thing against books which are meant for "young adults", but try to stuff in as many deep themes as possible. See in my mind a good book should either be like The Three Doors  and stay on the kiddy themes like overthrowing evil, friendship and trust, OR it should be like The Night Angel Trilogy and be as grim, dark and horrifying as possible. That's what makes it real, despite being set in a different world. Books like The Fault in Our Stars and THG feel like they're targeted towards a young audience, but it just gets intertwined with themes which are too deep for the story itself to encompass. Like, what kind of oppressive government would want to sacrifice children in a reality TV show. You'd think it'd have better things to do, better things to spend money on. And even if it was to quell all rebellion through fear- that is such a dumb way to do it. It's like a half-assed attempt at terror. If anything, you'd think that targeting the weak (children, in this case) would only cause disturbance and uprising.

The movie itself was actually okay- like the acting was good and the special effects were good--- except I just thought the plot itself was an absolute disaster. I guess the characters were real enough- I just hated the concept that the focus was on teenagers in a reality TV show. I think I only feel this way because I played Devil Survivor way too many times, and that game was kinda brutal, so when I compare it to THG I'm all "this isn't even real survival". I guess my thoughts were just that "if the world had an oppressive government, things would never play out this way". I'm a little stubborn in that way.

Okay so my review of THG isn't even much of a review, I'm just blatantly telling you that the story is terrible. Except I don't even understand why people over the age of 12 like it. Maybe I'm just...really, really bitter.

Indecisions

I'm at that point again where I no longer know what I want to do. I mean, there's the whole school thing, but that doesn't start until March, and until then I have to suffer the terrible company at "home". I'm pretty much working 6 hours a day 5 days a week, and it's getting to that point where I feel super-tired. I'd actually like to have my own time when I have my 2 days off, but the people at "home" seem to want to dictate very minute of my life. Putting up with them is an absolute chore.

So I was on ebay, trying to spend money, buy stuff and consequently feel better. I got to that point where I realized there was nothing I really wanted. Well that's not technically true, since I really want a house, but I'm not going to be able to afford one working as a casual in retail over Christmas. I thought I'd buy some games, but I figure I wouldn't really have time to play them, and I have plenty of unfinished games as it is. I have more than enough books already, and right now I figure buying more wouldn't be a smart idea. Clothing is always an option, but I feel kinda uncomfortable with the idea of buying clothes online, since I have no idea whether it'd fit me despite reading the size in the description. That, and my closet is already full... full with clothes I don't like wearing that other people have bought for me...

Even though I have money now, I don't feel like there's much to spend it on. I'd love to buy a house, but I make like $1000 a month so it'll only take me a thousand months to make enough money to buy a house. That's like... a little less than 100 years, yeah? I don't think I'll live that long. I'm spending my money on sushi atm, because there's nothing else I'd rather eat when I'm on break. It's not like I HAVE to spend money, it's just that I spend so much time working, and the only thing I get out of working is money... except that money's just going straight to the bank and I kinda feel like I've done nothing.

I finally got yelled at by my boss at work today (I don't actually work with my boss so this is all over the phone)- something about not knowing where stock was. It was kind of bullshit that she picked on me for not knowing, because the stock I didn't know was this stupid novelty item which made the store look prettier, but it wasn't what the store primarily sold. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal, but I can see why 2 of the people I used to work with had quit, and the remaining one is desperately looking for a way out. It may just be a whim at the moment, but I don't think I'll come back to the same place next year. Sure the job is easy and I personally think I get paid okay, but maybe I should just try something else... I know it's such a small thing, but it's only a Christmas casual job so I think I can be a bit flimsy about it.

I guess today is another one of those bad days. It's not terribly bad, it's just...averagely bad.

My Legs Hurt

So after spending 8ish hours standing at work, I'm now sitting on that $6000 sofa nobody uses and blogging on my iPad. It's funny how I feel like such a plebian at work but right now I feel like some super-rich hipster. If only I could be this leisurely all the time.

Work was good, as usual, but super-boring. Retail is like...okay, but some people are just.. terrible. Not even terrible as in stupid, but terrible as in stubbornly unreasonable, which is a kind of stupid in its own right, I guess. I don't even know what I'm trying to say, but at work my colleague said to me, "I don't think you should work here if you want to be a doctor; I mean, after today, how many people do you actually want to save?" I thought it's funny how he'd said that, because whenever I was presented with the moral dilemma of having some rapist/serial killer in the emergency room I'd always said I'd save them and then let the legal system deal with it- but right now I wonder whether I'd change my response to "I'd save them but I might leave out the anaesthesia."

I'm feeling a lot better right now compared to yesterday- I'm afraid it's turning into one of those things where I'd rather be at work than be at "home". I mean, at least I get paid to suffer at work- and work isn't even that bad. I kinda like working there. I'm planning on going out one evening and just drinking a lot of alcohol, but I know that even when I say I'll drink "a lot" it'll be like 2 standard drinks over 4 hours. I figure I'm really not much of an alcohol person- which is a good thing, but I don't really know what else I can do when I'm feeling steadily unhappy.

I need to move out again.

Fuck this, that, and fucking everything

I had a pretty good day until I came "home". When I woke up there was like no one around, I got dressed and went to work. Work was pretty cool- then I went downstairs for sushi, and caught up with a few friends. Afterwards I wandered around, did some shopping, called out another friend, ate dinner and watched The Hunger Games. I thought the movie was mediocre but my friend quite enjoyed it. Anyway I didn't really pay for the movie but rather for a good time out and friendly company, and I got that. Food was good, everything was nice. 

UNTIL I CAME "HOME". Omfg it's torture to even step in this fucking house. On the bus back, 3 phone calls asking me where I was. It's not like I hadn't called all night. I fucking said that I'd be eating dinner in town and that I'd watch a movie which finished at 9. SO, DOES IT MAKE SENSE, TO CALL ME 3 FUCKING TIMES, WITHIN A 15MIN INTERVAL, WHEN I SAY I'M ON THE BUS/ WAITING FOR THE BUS. Argh, it frustrates me so. That, and when I got home I got this lecture about watching who I should be hanging out with- because apparently my "parents" were particularly cautious about this best-friend of mine- maybe they thought my friend was gonna rape me when we hung out alone or something. It sounds like a joke but I have a suspicion that is what they ACTUALLY think. 

I already felt super-embarassed when my friends got kicked out a couple of nights ago. I mean, it's not like I had anything to do the next day, and they were in fact my friends- this is what I hate about not having a house of my own. WE WEREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING. WE LITERALLY JUST SAT THERE AND WATCHED TV. It's that fucked up thing about me having to sleep at 10pm and waking at 7am or something. This is worse than when I was 9. At least when I was 9, when even my sleep schedule was dictated, I could cry and whinge and throw a tantrum. Now, I can't even do anything, and other than the vivid imaginations in my head of bashing a certain someone against a wall, I have zero consolation.

To be honest I feel pretty violent this instant. I reckon if anyone said even the slightest agitating thing I'd want to club their head in and watch their brains and blood run a bloody mesh down their face. Let's just say that despite having a generally wonderful time, I'm not feeling too great right now, and if I could kill someone without repercussions I probably would.

I really do hate my life right now.

Read All Day Yay

Today has been one of those rare days where I didn't even touch my laptop. I got up, made some food and just started reading. I've been talking about Emily Rodda's The Three Doors trilogy, but today I actually read it. I re-read the first book to refresh, and it turns out I hadn't forgotten much. And then I moved on to the second- and I thought that would also be a re-reading, but it turns out I've never read it before. It must be one of those books which I've borrowed from the library but never read, or maybe I've just been meaning to read it for so long that I actually thought I'd done it.

I cleared the second book quite quickly though, and I'm now 5 chapters into the third and last book. I'm a little in love with a character named Sholto, who's the protagonist's second brother. It's a children's book, so there's no real character insight into someone who is only the protagonist's brother- so I have no idea I like him so much. The description was so plain: Sholto was the skinny brother who liked reading and was mostly alone. This isn't one of those books which let you judge a character by their actions, but for some reason I just kind of accepted every character for the way they were described. I felt as if I were reading Grimm's Fairytales again.

So this is kind of unrelated, but I read Grimm's when I was like 6 and adored almost every story. Recently I've decided to read it again and found that a lot of the stuff in there was just plain fucked-up, but when I was 6 I wouldn't have understood so I must've just overlooked it. I was wondering whether "Grimm's" was actually reference to the stories being really grim. Like I just couldn't understand why the characters would do certain things, and the stories always made me think "well I didn't see that one coming". Most of the time though I just thought "how is this appropriate for a 6 year old".

Anyway I was supposed to crunch through His Dark Materials, but (to the disappointment of quite a few friends, I dare say) I just don't find it very amusing. It's not that I'm too high and mighty for children's literature, because The Three Doors is practically the same genre and I'm about to finish like 600 pages in one day. I can't even pinpoint what I don't like about HDM, but I suspect it's not that I dislike it... maybe I just don't like it. Okay that didn't make much sense, but what I'm saying is that HDM really isn't appealing to me at the moment, and I would much rather read the other books I have piled up. When I finish with The Three Doors I will force myself back to HDM, but until then I don't have much motivation.

So uh, reading is great, reading is fun, and I sincerely wish most of my friends read more. Books generate endless conversation, and it can be about character, theme, language or whatever. I know it sounds like English class- but I'll let you know that I loved English class; even when I thought the books we were reading were absolute rubbish.

Today's Not So Great

I slept most of the morning away, as you do, and then I got up, did some cleaning, and went over to my friend's place. The internet at "home" capped and I was getting bored. Initially the wireless set up at his house didn't work, but he managed to queue up for a game of LoL, so I spent 40min watching him lose a game before we figured out how to connect my laptop to the wireless in his house. Then I proceeded to watch an hour of Korean drama, before battling him in Pokemon. I was pwning his arse with my Xerneas, because that Pokemon is broken as hell--- then he brought out the "no legendaries" rule and I suffered defeat. As it turns out I completed the game with 2 pokemon- my Charizard and that broken-as-hell Xerneas. Without the Xerneas my Charizard couldn't really stand to fight anything, so yeah I lost and that was sad.

I kinda wandered home at 6pm because I decided not to stay at my friend's house for dinner. Not that he even had dinner- because his aunt brought him some pastry-bread thing wrapped in plastic and a can of soft drink. It's what I consider a snack... not dinner. I figure that's the reason he weighs like 40kg, and complains that he can't build muscle. I vaguely thought about the lack of protein, vitamins and fibres in his meal, then realized I didn't want to be thinking about shit like this when my results are getting released in like 2 days.

Of course coming "home" was a disaster, and I should've just dragged my friend out and ate in town. Dinner was okay- and by that I mean the food was okay, but the company was just plain terrible. I kinda retreated into a corner with my laptop, but no one wanted to leave me alone, and after much harassment I am now feeling legit terrible and a little sad. I thought I'd be angry, but now I'm just feeling sad. It's like I don't even have the energy to feel angry... it's way too much effort.

So today has been a shitty day. I feel like I've gotten nothing done (probably because I haven't read a page in the books I was supposed to read), and playing games no longer give me a sense of achievement. Life feels so monotonous when I'm not working... Not that I like work that much, anyway...

It's ok though, because it's technically "tomorrow" already. If my day was absolute crap, it can only get better. I'll just go to sleep and feel better.

I Don't Like Hosting

I decided to throw a little get-together with my friends, except it just didn't work out quite as planned. I put the meeting place as a BBQ area by the lake, but for some reason all my friends thought it'd be great to bring along packets of chips instead. The ONE guy who brought food which wasn't chips was in fact vegetarian, and basically I was the only one who brought meat for the BBQ. The vegetarian dude had to suffer- but it wasn't like I forgot about him... I mean, at least I TRIED looking for vegetable paddies in the processed food section of the supermarket... I just got bored and couldn't find it. I did try to convince him to become not-vegetarian so he wouldn't have to starve, but I guess it's kinda hard to give up on the religion you've been following for 19 years. Part of me is kind of amused at the idea of giving him a copy of "The God Delusion" and see if he decides to un-vegetarianize himself after, but the truth is I'm just a douchebag and I should take other people's religious beliefs more seriously and make more effort to be respectful. I'm so surprised he hasn't punched me in the face yet, but I'm sure he's been tempted a couple of times. I'm just worried that he's kinda biding his pent up rage, and one day I'm just going to die from the sheer force of his fury.

Anyway getting together with my friends has actually been really fun, and I realize that I do in fact have the best friends one could ask for, even if there are a few bumps here and there and things get ugly.

Hrm it's also the birthday of one of my friends today, but I didn't really get to wish him a proper birthday since he had his own celebratory thing. I think he felt kind of guilty that he couldn't attend my event, which is kind of ridiculous since it's his birthday, so that should trump everything. Anyway I'm thinking of buying him a rug or something, to complement the terrible and racist joke I'm going to make about him riding on magic carpets (I think he's Persian). That or some kind of stuffed camel toy, because I make jokes about him and camels like I do about New Zealanders and sheep.

In summary, I'm a terrible person. I'm just really proud of the fact that I even have friends.

Though the BBQ was largely unsuccessful, 2 of my friends stayed over at my house for ages- they left like less than 30min ago. Those guys were heaps fun to hang out with, and we kinda just watched TV for ages, even though one of them is just the worst fucking TV companion because he gets bored really easily, and when he gets bored he starts making random comments about what he's watching and it gets really fucking annoying. Still, it was a lot of fun with him around and I just enjoyed good company. Things were going well, until the asshole living in my house decided to kick my friends out, and that was super sad. I guess we could always meet up another day though, so that wouldn't be a big deal.

Anyway, today was a good day. I get to find out that I did terribly in my uni exams in a couple of days, so until then, every day is a good day, and right now, I'm a happy person.

One of Those Days

So I'm currently on break from work, and man it's been a harsh day. First I woke up 3 times this morning, at 7, 8 and finally 9, and I feel that I slept terribly. I didn't really want to eat anything, but I ate breakfast anyway, and my guts decided to complain about that for the next hour while I tried getting to work.

Then I get to work, and I get this asshole customer who decides to rant at me about his shitty life. From his expression I felt as if I had done him some great injustice, but really I had fucking nothing to do with it. Still I put up with him because he looked kind of attractive, even when extremely pissed, and I kinda just stood there admiring while he repeated, "I know it's not your fault, but I've just had enough with this business". And I'm just thinking to myself, "I get shit like this and I say I wanna be a psychiatrist".

Anyway the kind-of-attractive-asshole pissed off, and I had to call him back later. He was a lot nicer on the phone than he was in person, and he sounded kind of cute, since he wasn't mad. All I can think of now is how terrible my taste is.

Anyway, I'm on break and I bought some food. I decided to not go for sushi, because it's past lunch time and the food wouldn't be very fresh. Except the Mongolian beef I ordered tastes like lamb, and it has capsicum which I do not eat. It also tastes extremely oily, so I think I will go back to eating sushi next shift. It's more expensive, but sushi which isn't fresh is still better than Mongolian beef which tastes like lamb.

Today is just one of those days.

I Need More Games

I kinda consider myself "done" with Pokemon X, and I went through Ace Attorney V in no time. I even got the extra case and played that- it was a full-length case, as promised, but still I felt like it was very short. I friend wants me to play Blade and Soul with him, but the game's like 8GB to download and I'm not even sure whether I'd like it. Last night I got so sick of everything I played this shitty browser RPG with my friend. It's like... the MMO version of trogdor? Anyway, worst game I've played in ages, but I had a surprising amount of fun. I guess everything is funnier when it's late at night and you're super tired.

I do have a stash of books to read, but now that I'm working during the day, I don't usually feel like reading right away when I get home. I tend to jump on the computer- and after my usual Facebook-Twitter-Reddit-browsing ritual, I want to mash my keyboard and kill virtual monsters.

I hear Bravely Default, a new title by Square Enix comes out today. Maybe I'll grab that and clock a few hours on it. Working is nice, and having money is nice, but in reality I feel a little bored. I work, I come home and waste time on my computer, then I go to sleep so I can wake up and go to work again.

Life's a little monotonous sometimes, isn't it?

Gotta Workety Work

So I'm going back to my Christmas job tomorrow (same one as last year), and it's going to be cool. It's the same job where I get to pretty much dick around for a bit without doing any substantial work, and I get to tell people to bugger off if I don't feel like doing something. The pay is okay- at least that's what I think. I mean, for the amount of work I do, I think it's pretty alright. Obviously everyone at "home" disagrees and thinks I should be paid a lot more- I guess that's flattering in a way, but it also gets really annoying when someone disses the job you don't even mind working at.

I went out today with my friend, and I got to try out one of his favourite sushi restaurants, which happened to open downstairs to where I work. It tasted delicious- and I couldn't really even eat that much. I started off buying $10 worth of sushi, and I was like, really full. Then we went back to seconds, and because I hadn't tried everything on there--- I decided I better, so I spent another $10. I was bloated in the end, and I could barely move. It tasted sooo, sooo nice. I reckon I could eat that stuff everyday and I wouldn't get sick of it. Truth is, I probably will eat that everyday that I work, especially if I get those 8 hour shifts.

Then I kinda bought this set of books I really wanted on nothing but pure impulse- eh, it was a nice series. I thoroughly enjoyed reading the first 2 volumes, so I thought I'd pull a bit of a refresher and just read it all again, along with the 3rd and final book. It's The Three Doors Trilogy by Emily Rodda. She's the author who wrote Deltora Quest- and if you don't know Deltora Quest then... yeah, whatever. Anyway I bought it and I realize I kinda just spent all the money I would be making tomorrow, by working. Oh well, I had a really nice time out, and I love adding to my book collection.

I really can't wait til I buy my first house. I'm going to buy a massive- and by massive I mean MASSIVE bookshelf- one of those nice ones with glass doors, so I don't have to dust my books. I guess what I mean is I want a glass-door cabinet. Right now I just have too many books that don't fit anywhere. I kinda filled up my current shelf, and I have a mini-stack by the bedside which I was supposed to read. Except I have this terribly habit of buying books I anticipate on reading but never get around to. I really should catch up...

Anyway, bed time for now. Gotta work tomorrow, after all.