Yes, that's right,I have a job interview! While it may only be for MacDonalds, and hey may have a whole line-up of little hopefulls comme moi, I don't care. I really hope I get this job, because as I've been told, and come to realize for myself, it just opens so many doors for future jobs. I do hope all goes well! Send good luck and *confidence* my way!
Tonight I am heading down to that Blackwood Pageant. It's an annual thing, and I go every year. Have since..for ever! Mel and Talia are definetly coming, I'm not sure about Chantal, she's in a shit so I don't really look forward to her coming right now. No bitchiness, though, I am happy...I think.
Today we had a visitor. Mylor. Well, her name is actually Jess Moore, but everyone calls her Myloor. I don't know why. I think she used to go to Mylor Primary or something? Not sure. But, while all of her class mates were attending school, as she was supposed to be doing, she was at our house with B.'s son, M.. She just walked in and goes "I'm gonna stay here for a few hours, K?" to M., not to my mother, or B, the owners and adults of the house and home. But to the estranged (not really) son who no longer even lives in the home. He lives with his mother, but comes here when food runs out, entertainment stops or when he's feeling extra grotty and greasy and gross, and needs to make the rest of us feel sick. I swear he doesn't bathe or anything. And then he comes to our home and wipes his greasy head all over our couches while smooching this silly skank. My God, they are 12 years old. No, wrong, 13. And B. can't do anything about it, because if he tells M to go to school, then M will just nick off back to his mothers place, not school.
So, our house must now be re-christened "The Drop-in-Centre" ala "Home and Away" (silly Aussie soapie). M.s friends, male, female and all those inbetween are, and I use this term rarely, quite simply, dropkicks. I don't even know what that means, but I know that's what they are.
I think I mortally wounded Shedir. And the Zopfpullover needs stitches, in all senses of the word.