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.