So, here's an obligatory "Oh look~! I'm on Weasyl" statement.

And on to all that other crap.

I've just discovered that work has put me on for the next 6 days running.

Goodbye boxing day plans.

Hello work.

GREAT.

That's what I get for forgetting to say "Although I'm happy to work Christmas day, I CAN'T do boxing day"

Oh well. I'll figure something out.

Make up complaints about my leg which could turn out to be very legit.

Other news I can't WAIT until the 11th of January.

Goodbye WA, Hello QLD!

Yes, it's only for 2 weeks but god damn do I need a freaking holiday.

Life is a complete drag at the moment.

I don't want to continue University and I don't even know if I want to work with children anymore. That's how freaking horrendous this past year has been. My "friend" has made it a living hell, for some reason, every freaking group assignment has had me stuck with her, and she has done her utmost to make me feel like I've done nothing and that I'm not a part of the group.

So I'm not even bothered that I haven't started the assignment that's worth 60% of my grade and is due tomorrow.

I work at McDonalds for God's sake. It is completely evident that I'm a dropkick.

Mum's gonna have kittens though, when she realizes I've "failed". WooHoo.

On top of that my hand will not freaking stop hurting, I'm constantly tired and have had a headache for about 3 weeks now.

So, on to the next thrilling week of working all the way through the bright cheery time in which you're meant to spend your days with loved ones.

In a sense, I almost hope the world ends tomorrow.

What a freaking emo looking journal.

Oh well. I promise a more thrilling tale next time.