All that Christmassy cheer!

First off, a very Merry Christmas to all of you who happen to stumble on this entry. Today we mark the two-thousand-and-eighth (right? I’m never sure about these things) anniversary of Jesus Christ squirming his way out of his mortal mother’s vagina and calling it a day. For those who gave a plethora of gifts to others, congratulations - you’re way ahead of the Bell curve. I kowtow to you, since I did none of that myself.

This year, I’ve done little but update my Facebook status to say “Xuan wishes you all a Merry Christmas. Ho. Ho. Ho. I want a ho.” and randomly visit people’s profiles to rape their Walls with the usual sentiments. Other than that, I’d like to say that this Christmas has been quite blah - although the holiday season does manage to make me believe in a better world and true love and all that other shit. A little bit of season-fueled optimism never hurt anybody, right? Right.

The past week has been extremely hectic. Last Thursday, I got my right earlobe pierced. If you’ve read my previous entry, you’ll know that my father was not a fan of my right cartilage ring. So when he saw the tiny stud that was punched rather ceremoniously through my right earlobe, he went nuts. In hindsight, this reaction was probably one I’d anticipated. Cue all the usual shit - bombarding me with bullshit about how being gay is wrong, and I have severe problems because I choose to sleep with guys, and how my mother (if she were alive) would not agree with it. So then we sparred for a bit (I do realise that I sound shockingly cavalier about all of this), and I packed my bags and left the house for a couple of days.

I spent six days at my best friend’s place, and it seemed that I seamlessly integrated into her family. Never mind the fact that they’re Vietnamese as well. I felt more at home there than I did in my own home with my own father. It gave me a chance to think, and like it or lump it, something’s changed in my outlook since then. Well, that, and I got so drunk on Saturday night at another friend’s place that I threw up on her foot and then lurched over to the toilet and threw up some more there - I had to myself an entire bottle of champagne, half a bottle of wine, ten shots, and other random drinks.  All on an empty stomach. Note to self: Never drink that much shit again. Ever.

I’m back home now, and things have changed. I haven’t yet argued with my father (a record, considering our previous history), and he’s being surprisingly civil. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s Christmas today - I can’t help but feel a little less antagonistic, annoyed, argumentative and alliteration-driven. The next few days are going to be … hmm. “Hmm” is really the only way to describe it. Particularly on Monday - my boyfriend (dude person, fella, significant other, whatever you’d like to call him) is moving to Lebanon for a year on Monday (to study medicine - and I’m going to wait for him), so chances are, I’ll be an emotional wreck (Amanda, expect an SMS at 3:30PM on that day). But after that, things should look up - I’m spending New Year’s with friends, getting pissed off my face and ringing in another twelve-month rollercoaster. I look forward to it.

So. Happy Holidays to everybody who comes across these words. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to search for a bottle of port and call a couple of university friends for a well-overdue catch-up. Drunk.

Posted on December 25th, 2008   |   Filed under Family & Friends, General, Life   |   5 Comments

I have too much time on my hands

My university exams ended on Thursday, so now I’m faced with three and a half months of bludging. The exams were mildly easy, simple, but took a lot of motivation to actually finish. I got halfway through my English exam (two essay questions, an hour for each), and suddenly grew so tired and unmotivated that I literally sat there for ten minutes, just staring at the wall. It was the same deal with my Society exam. Still - at least they’re over, and now I can actually do crap for enjoyment, not “Oh shit, must concentrate on such and such in order to scrape a pass in such and such unit”.

Suddenly, it has me thinking about exactly how much time I have on my hands. I’ll need a job soon (i.e. as soon as bloody possible), but with three stress fractures and bruised tendons in my right foot, I’ll just have to wait for a few weeks before they heal up enough to let me walk at a decent pace. The good thing about this time of year is that everybody seems to be hiring for the Christmas rush, so if I apply now or in several weeks’ time, there’s a slightly greater chance that I’ll get a job. Someone, please, whack me upside the head and remind me to update my resume in the meantime?

On an extreme tangent, it bothers me how suddenly religious this household has become. Don’t get me wrong - I don’t have anything against religion. To each their own. But when your father puts up four Nativity scenes around the house, and nails a plaque to your late mother’s bedroom door (directly across the hallway from your own) that quotes a Holy Bible verse dealing with how “man should not lay with other men” (don’t quote me on that), it gets a little irritating. I came out to the guy, what, six months ago, and he picks now of all times to start using it against me? Seriously … what. the. hell.? I need to get a job as soon as possible, so I can move out (I have an idea of where I’m going to move, but I need a flatmate or two, since it’s a reasonably sized house, and the rent is AU$250 per week).

On the bright side, now I can get away with doing nothing for the next three months without having it weighing heavily on my conscience. Now if only I could afford it (I only have AU$50 left in my bank account, and without a job, it’s not going to increase significantly anytime soon - government benefits only get me AU$70 per fortnight), I would buy myself a library and read my life away. *buries nose in a non-academic novel*

Posted on November 15th, 2008   |   Filed under General, Life, Work & Uni   |   3 Comments