Problem Officer?

I do enjoy catching buses.
I'm currently sitting on the J2G, to go pick up Bethany from her place of occupation, Angus & Robbinson. There's the biggest metrosexual on the bus, Patrick knows who I'm refering to.

Tonight, is Brawl Party: Round II, hosted once again, at Debbies house. This will consist of some Super Smash Brothers BRAWL, some drinking, some pasta, and shitty cartoons the following morning. Tomorrow, is The Ultimate Picnic Of Ultimate Destiny, organised by Jono, and located at Linear Park. This whole unemployment thing does leave me open to be social.

Life with Grandma is going pretty good. Music constantly, Big O and Skins, and a score of movies to watch, and a constant supply of Doritos and salsa.

Things are only going to get worse with mum from now. Her wedding to the monstrosity known as Jeff is eight days away, and there's no chance of me going back there anytime soon. I hear her voice, I rage, breakdown, and die inside. Last time I heard Jeffs, I wanted to take my own life. Ever since Jeff came into her life, it's been asthough my brother, Daniel, and I cease to exist. Sure, I've basically raised myself anyway, but she's tried to provide for Daniel and myself.

Christmas, worst time of the year. It's over commercialized, it's family orrientated, it's a time for one massive sales pitch. The meanung of Christmas is lost, what happened to Prayer, Birth of Christ, and all that jazz? It's turned into a circus. The religiously devout still remember Christmas as it's meant to be, but no one else does. The message of giving to those you love, and being with those closest to you, is still there, just not so much as what it used to be. I haven't has a good Christmas since before Dad left, and now I've got no parents, I'm spending this one alone.

That's my rant for the day.
Love.