Today, I made dinner for dad, but he didn't want any.

FML.
I was very upset by this. I cried into my serving of banana cake. No joke, mister.

On Tuesday I am going to Sydney, and I will be by myself. This means only myself to rely and depend upon, with no opportunity for anybody to disappoint me or let me down. I am very excited by this! It is only for a meagre 24 hours, but the fact that I will be more than 900km away from anybody I know makes up for this. That's 900km away from anybody who will piss me off.
The only sightseeing I will do will be to make a visit to the Art Gallery of NSW, and perhaps the Chinese Garden of Friendship. We all like friendship, don't we! It's nice, to be friends. Rain is also forecast. Splendid.

"If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed." - Slyvia Plath

I want to grow up.

After nineteen years and seven childish months on this godforsaken planet, it is finally time I started to live an adult life. One of my ambitions in this life is to be taken seriously as the adult that I am; a hope which is quite possibly in direct correlation with the death of my soul due to the 9-5 working rigmarole. My list of Adult Things To Do Because I Have Grown Up includes:

• Paying my way in life;
• Figuring out how to get from A to B;
• Being sensible with finances;
• Knowing how to cook dinner; and
• Being friends with my ex.

So far, I have accomplished one: Paying my way in life. I have recently become a slave to the wage which has dire consequences when it comes to the state of my imagination. However, it does mean I can buy all sorts of nice things and book all kinds of nice trips, which brings me to my second point: Figuring out how to get from A to B. This might not seem like that great an accomplishment, but for someone who has just booked an overnight trip to Sydney all by herself, it will be a rite of passage; a feat signaling my progression from dependent child into capable adult. OK, so it is not that impressive if I make it to Sydney and back on my own. Though I will need to learn how this ‘check-in’ business works, and be able to find my way around the city on a foreign transportation system. I also booked the hotel and flights on my iPhone using my credit card, which made me feel very important and adult-like.

This brings me to my third point: Being sensible with finances. This I need to work on. Especially if I am going to have any money at the back-end of 2010 to become a fully-fledged adult and go overseas and move out, I need a good old-fashioned budget. However, I hate budgets and I will not make one. In the mean time, I will pay exorbitant amounts of money per month for an iPhone, my internet, and an array of excessive extravagances I am not going to list here for it will make me feel ill, in the hope I will still be suitably cashed up when the time for important spending comes.

The final two points are destined to fail, but one can at least try.

Until next time.

Lattes, trains, and nightmares on a mild Tuesday in January.

On the 5th of the 1, 2010 at 11:35 pm, my mind is occupied with the following thoughts:

1. Topshop, you anger me. My Crochet Floral Crop Top; Size: 8, Colour: Multi, at £25 arrived this afternoon. My Leather Pushlock Purse; One Size, Colour: Black, at £18 also arrived this afternoon. However, my 50 Den Tights, Size: Medium, Colour: Mustard, at £1 did not! I paid £7.50 for postage and I did not receive my mustard tights! How dare you, Topshop. You might be all the way over there in London, but sooner or later, I too will be in London, and on that day, I am going to get my 50 Den Mustard Tights.
2. Monash Caulfield now has not one, but two cafés that serve an adequate latte. Monash Clayton still does not have one. I am unimpressed by this.
3. And when you think it's all starting to sort itself out, it will come crashing down with an appearance in a nightmare and then on the 5:18 Frankston train later that day.

"it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?"

If only.