1AM, and it’s raining.

I’m beat, after working the full shift today. Ah tmr’s going to be another full shift too! I’m kind of dreading being cooped up for so long hours in the shop, and being on tenterhooks but i just gotta make it through.

I’m selected for the week-long Sydney trip at the end of September. But right now my worry is how on earth am I to raise the $900? My PSEA is gone, and I dont have any savings. Thus: back to the grind/work again. But I’ve already got my decision made up: if I can’t pay it and the school cannot subsidize further, then I’m not going.

Got my phone today, and I’m a relieved/happy kid! This phone is the best ‘ve got thus far, and it can go online how cool is that! But if you see this and know me personally: I don’t have your number. Please text me! I havent changed my number a single bit.

Gran is gone from home, and it feels funny. I’m staying in this house with two uncles and even if they do not talk, I feel awkward in their presence and there are so much left unspoken I’d rather not disturb the “peace”. Plus it seems like I’m expected to keep the house clean. I’m fine with washing my clothes, but why on earth am I cleaning up every time? Ah.

Its times like this that I really want a house of my room: so that I will not be like a stranger in own house and I can experiment all I want in the kitchen. I’ve always said that I wanted clean lines and open space, and one reason for that was because: it’s easier to clean! Obviously, have to be practical besides the asthetic appeal ain’t it? :)