That's right. "Pink Life". That'd be nice; after all, it IS a nice color. And to quote Donovan Deegan, "Only REAL men wear pink".

La Vie En Rose or "Pink Life" is also the name of this utterly awesome song by Two-Mix, the same group responsible for the infamous Gundam Wing theme song Just Communications. Fantastic electronica; now please excuse me as I give myself a double concussion by repeatedly and enthusiastically headbutting my computer monitor with my amateurish headbanging.

It's been an eventful month; and I'm truly sorry for my lack of updates but nobody reads this except two very bored friends of mine so I'm not really sorry at all. Neener neener.

To start things off with, I learned from my father that there's been a rather serious event concerning my "other" family; that being my father and his family. It was distressing enough that I gingerly related the issue to Green as we were both worried about him and the person concerned; and I instructed my younger sister to call my father and talk to him to serve as a distraction from the event in question. However this backfired royally. Green, lacking any sense of tact, common sense or trust decided to ask my father about aforementioned event as confirmation; and as a result I got a rather abusive phone call from him. This I did not appreciate. Granted, this news was definitely not the sort one would share. However, it was also a family issue; and if family should not be told then why on earth he was sharing the news with me is a mystery in itself. On top of that, if he didn't want me to share the news with anyone then he should have damn well said so. I cannot read minds, and unless I have been specifically asked not to I tend to do what I please because I don't know the person's wishes. And on top of all that, Green is the ONLY person I told and although she can be a downright airhead at times she CAN be trusted with most things. And she is the only other person who is in regular contact with my father. That didn't seem to improve matters though; and after angrily replying to my father's childish attack I turned my attention to Postal 2 where decapitating people with a shovel is a fantastic way to relieve tension.

Several days later I got a phone call from Sonya, my father's fiancée and subsequently my stepmother (in my opinion at least. I'm rather old-fashioned, as you should know by now). She explained that my father was not angry at me per se, but angry with her. It seems that earlier in the last few months she had shared news of an important matter with a friend and he had reacted harshly. When she learned that he had told me of the current event (through Jade, of course) she inquired as to why he was so opposed to her sharing family matters but took the liberty of doing so himself; and his subsequent anger at her insinuating that he was being a hypocrite was responsible for the phone call; it seems his anger was caused by a bruised ego more than righteous or deserved fury. This also does not impress me. I've honored Sonya's request and I am no longer angry with him.

I'm absolutely livid.

I've decided I'm not going to call him. I'm going to wait for him to call me. Firstly because even if Sonya has told him off for being an utter jerk and told him to grow up, that doesn't mean he's going to; or at least not straight away. There is a chance that he will need time to cool down.

Secondly, I've deliberately gone out of my way for him. I've burned bridges with the family I've known all my life, bridges I didn't even know existed, just for a chance to get to know the man I haven't seen in a decade. I made the decision to forsake my upbringing, ignore any and all advice I'd ever been given in relation to my father and reach out to him in an effort to bring him back into my life. And he was perfectly willing to throw all of that away just for the sake of his own pride.

Being the eliteist that I am, I'm not saying a damned thing to him until I get an apology. And there had better be a LOT of grovelling in it. If he has no problem in pretending I don't exist just for the sake of his ego, then I see no reason why I can't do the same as him. Like father like son, as they say.

It's been several weeks and I have yet to hear from him. It seems he's made his decision.

What a colossal waste of my time.

I've also learned that my mother is aware of my contact with my father.

As if that woman needed ANOTHER excuse to hate me.

It seems Red accidentally had a slip of the tongue. I can't really blame her for that; that does happen. What bugs me though, is my mother isn't aware that Green has also been in contact with him; or that she instigated it in the first place. To her knowledge, I was the first and only to disobey her wishes (did I say wishes? I meant orders) and contact him, which will only serve to reinforce her image of me as the nightmare child, also known as her "little Kraut".

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate people?

I have? Odd. And here was me thinking that it was new news for you.

Well, guess what I did in relation? I did NOTHING. I could not care less. If she hates me more for it then bully for her. I moved up here to get away from her and her idiot boyfriend in the first place. If she wants to sulk over the fact that I'm an adult now and making decisions on my own without her manipulations, then good for her. And if she wants to belittle me over the phone for it, then she can kiss my ass. In fact she can kiss my whole ass. Just start on one cheek and smooch her way over to the other; because guess who doesn't give a fuck, flying or otherwise?

Now, onto less infuriating subjects. Green will be up here approximately one week and seven hours from this very moment; as always she and my grandparents are coming up here for part of the Christmas holidays. I'm looking forward to spending some time with my baby sister; although truth be told I'm not really looking forward to seeing my grandparents. Over the last year that I've spent marinating in this place with no peace, no quiet and more importantly, no privacy, I've come to rather resent them. It may have something to do with them supporting my aunt's suggestion to make me leave the quiet studio apartment on my grandfather's property where I was taking care of her yard, studying and attending school, babysitting her children, working and paying for everything myself without so much as discussing it with me first, never mind consulting. And as a result I have been here for a year; I've been staying with a friend and his insane, uncouth and LOUD family for an entire year and everything is the same as the day I first started staying with them. My own family couldn't handle me for six measly months, even when I was keeping to myself and out of their way and even helping said family with everything I could.

It was with a rather unpleasant smile that I realised that not everything my mother told me about the rest of my family was total bullshit.

The part that angers me the most though is that I was asked to move out in mid-January; two weeks before the school year started. That was beyond selfish. And as a result to the sudden exposure to constant loud noise after six months of peaceful quiet I developed the unholy mother of all migraines which in turn led to me having to drop out of my senior college because I couldn't concentrate any more.

Indirectly, it's because of my family that I'm stuck in this household and had to resort to home correspondence schooling, which of course failed because just like my senior college, they attempted to rip me off and I couldn't concentrate anyway. Because of them I now have no choice but to drop out of school and get a full-time job; and take the six-month course that will give me my high school graduation. Mind, I can't take the course until I've been out of school for two years. Assuming I can get a decent job in the following year, I'll be twenty before I can do so; and I'll be twenty-one before I can enter university as opposed to the age of nineteen I would be if I'd been able to stay in that lovely little apartment for this year to finish my studies.

I'd already been delayed by one year. And thanks to the selfish actions of people who are supposedly my family, that delay has been tripled and my situation considerably worsened; not just in the cases of my health and my sanity but also causing financial problems as well.

Are you sure I haven't mentioned how much I hate people?

I've been broke the last month. This has been because I have been impulsive and bought myself something special. A little something as a reward for surviving this year without ending up on the streets or stabbing someone to death with a craft knife.

I bought myself a Nintendo Wii.

I had to preorder it a month ago; and I've been broke for that time as I've been paying for it, but it was worth it. Knowing that I own a high-tech gaming console that hasn't been released in Australia for two weeks yet is a bit of a pick-me-up. The fact that it is one-hundred percent MINE and that I have supreme say, rights and privileges over it makes me feel good. Plus its price is somehow soothing; despite costing four hundred dollars. I think it has something to do with the fact that I was able to afford such a thing in the first place; even though it meant forsaking everything else during the time it took me to buy it outright.

That, and considering that many of the games require you to swing, jab and whirl your hands around, I now have a brilliant excuse to punch people in the face.

In regards to any news of romance; I will take this opportunity to amuse you by telling you that there is no news. Still single and pathetic, I'm afraid. I've also given up completely on Bexa. My patience wore out with her constant hypocritical nagging and the fact that every time I tried to talk to her she would pick an argument out of thin air and then use it on me. I wouldn't be able to stand anyone, female or otherwise, who behaved as such; and how I managed to do so at all astounds me. But I tried; Goddess knows I tried, and I've had enough. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and she used it to prove that I was right about her the first time around and that I should listen to my instinct more often.

Hey instinct, I owe you a Coke. Don't let me forget.

Haven't been able to talk to Chan much at all recently. She's rarely online and never calls me. She spends most of her time with Sora-chan now, and I have to admit I'm rather jealous. She's my best friend too, dammit. I miss her.

And it's the same situation with Diss, unfortunately. And Serah and Kat and Rini and most of my other friends. Life sucks; and if it did so any harder I'd probably enjoy it.

I managed to get a new pair of sunglasses to replace my chrome ones that vanished earlier this year. I don't know how I survived this long without them. Blue lenses and silver frame. As well as actually suiting me, they actually do a good job of filtering the sunlight for me so that I don't have to squint like a vampire with a fluorescent stadium light.

Well, on the bright side. Six more months or so and then I'll be in Japan for two weeks; assuming there hasn't been a change of plan or worse, a cancellation. It's the only thing I'm actually looking forward to. I get to go to the one place I've always wanted to go my whole life, and at the same time I can forget that I even exist on Australian soil. I can't wait.

That's really all I can say for the last month. That's right, it's been a complete and total waste of time. And I've just wasted yours too.

Neener neener.