Two's A Crowd.

Hi there blog,

What am I doing?

Waiting for homework. That's what.

So while I'm waiting for homework I decided to talk about something I forgot to talk about yesterday. Yeah I know, great memory...handy for exams.

I was staying at my cousins house over the weekend and their (obviously inferior) cousins from 'the other' side of the family came over.

Now they're nice enough as long as you don't bring up the tender topic of marriage.

Some random we have in common is getting married at the tender age of 18 and I casually remarked that that was a bit young in my opinion.

Look I'm sorry (lie), but I know quite a few 18 year old guys and any attempt by them to get married would end in broken plates and broken hearts. So personally I think unless your boyfriend is the guy from the ricotta ad ('sometimes when I cook, I weep') you should just stick to making out in the back of his dad's Toyota instead of in the back of a black one with white ribbon.

Anywhoozle, they seemed shocked at this exclamation. Well one of them's 22 and has her second baby on the way...I should have anticipated this. Honestly sometimes I just open my mouth to breathe and words fall out.

Her response was (no joke):

"You have to get married by uni or you'll get left on the shelf."

Ok look, I'm no feminist but maybe we should have limited the vote to 'some women'. Sorry but who's shelf am I going to get left on? The shelf of not having screaming kids hitting me while I try and finish uni. Bummer...I'll dust it for you.

The thing is that not only did suffragettes just turn in each of their man-hating graves at this news, she also made me feel guilty for not being wedded myself. In fact if we're going by 'Kitchen Lover's' book (of the 1800's) I should be pushing out my 5th baby.

Oh I feel so unfulfilled.

Time I Snatched Away From The Study Monster

Dear Bloggy,

Today I got my first youtube troll (yay).

I don't know why I get a sense of satisfaction from this asian texan who decided to call me ugly, but it's more that some one actually 'watched' one of my videos that gives me the satisfaction. Moreover this (probably pmsing) person took the time to use some of his (totally valuable) life commenting my video is just plain flattering.

You gave me some time that you'll never get back buddy :)

Talking about trolls, I've pretty much been carrying a troll on my back since the beginning of the year, I like to call this little troll 'Stress' and we're pretty much going steady. When you're in year twelve son, there is not one minute when you're not working that you don't feel guilty about it.

It doesn't help that my overbearing relatives feel the need to impose on me the various 'lessons of the past' that apparently will help me pass VCE. It seems as though the second anyone realises that I'm embarking on the last year of school they feel the need to look worried and exclaim 'wow..big year". Honestly well-meaning relative, if I wanted your psychology text-book from 1986 I would ask. Except I wouldn't, because I don't want it. Ever.

Meanwhile (back at the ranch) the heavens decided that the busiest year of my life would be a great time to get me a job. So now I'm working at 'Puffy's Cream Palace' (PCP) as a casual with a pretty darn good salary if I do say so myself *50's deep man laugh*. Obviously PCP is a made up company name that I plucked from the scary place I call my mind, however I might open a PCP one day...if I ever pass year 12. The real company name shall remain a secretive secret, because I don't hate my job yet and I want to keep it.

Lovewise (not a word) I'm bored. I've gotten over the fact that Sparkle has found love in the form of a manish woman I like to call He-Man. Well, I wish He-Man and Sparkle the best in their confusing and misleading relationship (guess who wears the pants?).

Wow I just read that back and I can feel the senile old-lady bitterness radiating from that paragraph...I could delete it...meh ceebs.

Originally I kind of had a thing for another guy that's kind of floating around, but honestly I stopped myself falling off that cliff.

This year I plan to become like a monk...or a lesbian.

Nah, women are too high maintenance.