And for those of you wondering, no, I don't know anybody named Susie. I simply vowed to have utterly ridiculous and irrelevant subject headings as my New Year's Resolution. And for those of you who are of Indian parentage, I mean no offence. Feel free to call me a white-ass punk if it helps you feel better.

 

I handed in my two week's notice today. That is to say, two weeks from today I will no longer be working at the nearby Burger King / Hungry Jack's outlet. I joined their staff in the hopes of saving up enough money over the holidays for xmas presents for friends and family, and perhaps enough left over to pay for another year's hard and dreary and now somehow strangely appealing tuition. Instead, I got a lower pay rate than everybody else in my circumstances, long and ridiculous hours, and more than several breaches on my application and the company's good standing policy, forefront of these were several instances of good ol' sexual harrassment. No, I wasn't groped. Being a guy, I would have been rather startled if I had. More like having to endure countless threats and remarks from several homophobic staff members. This just irritates me more, as I hate stupid people too. It has become an ardent belief of mine that anybody who can take one look at me, my lifestyle and the friends I choose to surround myself with and still say I am gay should be nominated for a Darwin Award. They certainly won't reproduce.

Although on the plus side, being a heterosexual and being constantly treated as a homosexual has given me some terrific insight on human nature. That, combined with my near-unnatural ability to sense and judge people's emotions and my sadistic lust for vengeance is gonna make me one nasty person to mess with. Look out senior college, the Master Manipulator is on the loose.

 

Hmmm. Perhaps I should have mentioned. I already have that title. A lot of the students keep away from me and others try to ask me for favours, ever since I messed with a jock's head to the point that his manic hyperactivity and subsequent rampages transmuted into manic depression. I have been assured that he's not going to hang himself anytime soon, but I have been asked to please not retaliate by forcing him to dredge up old memories next time he calls me a retarded pillowbiter. Payback is a bitch.

 

Which brings me to another point; all of you empaths out there, come forth and join the Dark Side!! ^_^ if you're good at reading the reasons behind people's facial expressions, you can do so much with them.... after all, the best revenge is inflicted by the foe. Let them be the instrument of their own downfall.

 

Ahh, I feel better now, but let's get one thing straight here. I am not a bitch, a prick, a bastard or whichever foul word you would use to describe these types. Once I have had revenge, I am sated. Cross me again, and..... well,  in regards to anger and vengeance and the like, my saying is "Mess with me, and I'll mess you up."

 

In other, personal-related news, my two younger sisters (who I shall call Red and Green, as I am a paranoic ) are still enjoying their xmas holiday. Green and I both left home at the same time; despite the fact that Green is several years younger than me. Nevertheless, the two of us had both run out of patience. While I returned home (I live in the Northern Territory of Australia, that is all I shall say), Green returned to her home: a boarding school about 700 km south of my current location, where she can visit our grandparents as much as she likes, whom she loves very dearly and they have basically adopted her as their own daughter (although my mother refuses to believe it, but hey, she's hell knows how far in *points in south-south east direction* that way, so don't listen to her). For the xmas holidays, said grandparents paid for my youngest sister, Red to fly to them and spend xmas with them and her much-missed older sister. Originally the plan was for the both of them to come here for a few days to visit me, but due to a few unforeseen circumstances this idea was scrapped. I was rather disappointed and mildly upset; but I can understand these things, and just the thought of my two sisters enjoying themselves together after more than half a year apart is enough to make me smile. I can only hope they miss me as much as I do them (even though they drive me bananas half of the time).

 

Also, my father, whom I have not spoken to or even seen in about a decade, tried to convince me to let him pay for an air ticket to come and spend xmas with him and his family. As curious as I am to meet my two half-sisters and meet my elder half-sister and her new son, I decided not to go. Mainly because I had already made plans and I always keep my promises, but also because it's been over ten years since I saw him last. I was eight, if memory serves. In addition to being mildly nervous, I judged it a rash decision to suddenly fly to the opposite end of the country to meet someone I can barely remember and is therefore a virtual stranger. Perhaps after another month or so of talking to him over the phone I may change my mind, but as of yet I think it is far too soon. Besides, this is my father we're talking about. I got my gift for languages and my appearance from my mother. I don't want to risk being manipulated into doing something I wouldn't do under ordinary circumstances, which to me explains the alarm bells that sounded when he asked for the fourth time while implying that it was unfair of me to refuse. It's just a disappointment that father or no, the man feels he needs to intimidate or guilt me into making a decision. This has lost him major points; but quite frankly I hope he can do something to redeem himself, like maybe respecting my decision and accepting that I don't want to visit him just yet. In any case, he claims he will be up here in early January, which makes me suspicious about the trip - if he is due up here on business at such a date, then I would have only had four or five days with him - and given this is my father, I know enough of myself to know that he does not settle for less. It's all or nothing for me, and perhaps I underestimate him by doing so, but I imagine him to be the same. It is hypocritical of me to assume, I know, but given I have little to no knowledge on him other than the stories I have heard from my mother from an early age, it is the very best I can do at the moment. Perhaps I'm being overly cautious. I don't know. But if what I am doing now keeps me from a wonderful reunion, so be it, and if it keeps me from a watery demise, so be it. All I can do now is be patient and await more information so that I can stop making educated guesses and actually make a sound, logical judgement.

 

Also I have found a new favourite anime to add to my list - Elfin Lied. It's a story of a girl named Nyu, who has horns growing from the top of her head. Unfortunately, she is wanted dead by more governments than I care to count, as not only is her alter-ego Lucy a sadistic murderer, but uses deadly weapons named Vectors to do so. For those of you who enjoy gore, there are beheadings and legs and other extremities torn off in full view, for those of you who like sexual innuendo there are embarrassing "It's not what it looks like!" moments aplenty, and for those of you with your minds in the gutter, there are also boobies, if memory serves. Although usually I'm too busy laughing to really pay them any attention. The only pink I like to see on Nyu / Lucy is the arterial spray from the last idiot who attacked her. The rest of you may enjoy it though; I strongly recommend you go watch it.

And it is now incredibly late. I'm going to go to bed now. Next you hear of me, it will be New Year's Day. Assuming I'm not still unconscious due to eating enough sugar-laden, sweet, sweet candy to fuel an aircraft carrier.

Well, for my first post, I figured I'd skip the introductory bullcrap as I suck at it, and just go straight to the entry. Mwa ha ha.

 

Christmas went rather well for me. Normally I don't celebrate it at all, but just to moon personal tradition I dragged myself out of a perfectly comfy bed at eight in the morning to go spend some time with my aunt and adorable fangirls-in-the-making cousins and had a rather interesting holiday breakfast, which culminated in said cousins scarfing down their food and then sitting in front of the tree with massive kicked-puppy eyes. The only thing I could do not to laugh was to roll my eyes and quietly finish my ham before the dog noticed and started whimpering, despite the fact that the greedy creature gets fed two or three times a day, and usually right before we do.

 

Anyhow, right after I caved in and shared some of my food with the whiny mutt (and was sorely tempted to wack her over the head with the plate for good measure) I then sat down and watched my two cousins squeal with delight as they opened each of their presents. After that I decided to sneak back downstairs before they yelled again and my eardrums imploded. After I looked through what was sent to me by my mother (who lives interstate) and what my cousins and aunt had gotten for me, I got changed and went to spend the day with Chan, a close friend of mine. Basically we sat around her room all day, playing video games and deliberately mistranslating what the other was saying so it sounded utterly wrong and we were both cracking up. This is why you should never put two fangirls together in the same room. Although technically I'm not a fangirl *kicks computer* damn internet personality quizzes..... I'm a GUY, dammit!!

 

And, I was completely stunned when Chan gave me an xmas present. First three DVDs of Elfin Lied, no less. I was speechless. I don't expect presents from my friends, so this was quite a surprise.

 

When I had to leave (which was rather reluctantly - I was having so much fun too), I had to get home pretty fast.... it was about to pour down. Made it just in time, too. The instant I had put everything down. I prettty much collapsed on top of my bed.

 

That's about it from me. Merry Syphilis and a Happy Gonorrhea.