I'm a little ill, but it's something to do

Coughing schedule, phlegm removal, sniffles every few seconds. My day is booked.

It's been confirmed that I do not have the ice-cream job and I felt a little pang of disappointment, but i'm more relieved than upset. It's like a stab in the back, but it's no big deal i'll just slap a band-aid on it. I'll have more time to draw and I can find a job closer to home.

Here are some happy people.

Albatross fan club.

This year was a little more off than the previous ones. 2009 is the cuntiest of all years.

1. I spent most of my year finding a job. I've been told I have this job at this ice-cream joint but it's been on and off. Who would have thought that obtaining employment at an ice-cream store would be this fucking tiring or would take this fucking long? This is serious business. It takes serious delegating, board meetings with tea & coffee and circle jerks to decide who gets this job. You realise that it's scooping ice-cream, right? You fucking sheister bastards.

2. I'm slowly forgetting Event Management and i'm considering flicking through my books and folders to freshen up.

3. Due to the amount of time on my hands, I have drawn a lot more. I'm proud of the scribbles i've done this year and how my style has changed. I've even given my drawings a home.

4. Sticking to one hairstyle this year isn't that bad. I've whined about everything about hair but playing it safe is just as chic.

5. As much as I don't want to mention it, it's been pretty lonely. Wallflowers have gotten more action.

6. Maybe i'm 8 years too late, but i've actually started wearing more make-up. It's fun, you asshole.

7. Didn't read as much as last year. The disappointment is there, but i'm too fucked over with everything else to even make an effort. Maybe next year. Fuck.

8. I'm finding it harder to blog when I spend most of my days lurking vile parts of the internet or watching Murder, She Wrote. Sometimes I think I just want a job just so I can have something to write about, but then I realise that isn't the reason, I just want a lot of money.

9. Oh yeah, I won that award.

10. My year has been kind of boring which is why I don't even have a 10th point for this post. I can't believe I initially wanted to do 20 of these. Fuck. Maybe next year.

There have been highlights and good times, but I don't want to add them in because I wanted this to sound super bitter and whiny.

Moar thangs.

31. I love the burn of Listerine.
32. I look forward to brushing my teeth.
33. I look at my teeth everyday.
34. I will watch scenes from different movies throughout the day.
35. I dress up in the middle of the night.
36. Sometimes I like it when I look tired.
37. I still miss that anchor necklace.
38. Sometimes I want a younger brother.
39. I twirl my hair when I wait.
40. I'm going to spare my Mum the heartache and not tell her about my smoking.
41. My Dad knows.

Redefining class

My parents don't need social-networking.

Not in my playground.

[9 minutes later] Actually you know what I have a little more to say.

Yes, I went to Parklife and it was a sacks worth of fun.
No, I didn't do any drugs, but I completely understand why you would. Yes, drugs are a gamble and yeah I saw that PSA where the guy hulk smashed his mother to the floor etc. etc. but i'm thinking that I need to pair myself up with some opiates for the next festival. Don't shoot me for having an idea, that guy who was wearing thongs on his elbows was having a fucking blast and I want to match his happiness.

This is also another reason why i'm glad my parents are technologically impaired.