garbage

well. this week. where to start. i could go backwards because, you know, thats the logical thing to do.
my goal this weekend was to rearrange my room, i was so exited at the prospect of being happy that i would feel obliged to return sleeping in my bed, as opposed to my rugs.
NINE different ways i have movd my room around. NINE. is that even possible?? i got rid of two thirds of my books, burnt DVDs, stupid little annoying things that have no name. and my bookshelf. that was successful- throwing things out. this week was good for disposing of garbage .
i worked today. that was horrible. i hereby cease to undertake any sort of paid labor, until next sunday when i need to go back to the hellhole that is beechworth bakery and earn more money. but i am going to quit. when that man from the cafe rings me. which he never will, but still. kylie,(superviser) was shouting and stressing, and matt (manager) was telling us that "thats just not good enough mate" in his voice which sounds like he has a million bees up his nose. and even Bev was telling us that she didnt want any dishes when she comes back.
i look on the floor and wonder if the trays and tubs FULL of dishes, are out of her veiw.
i moved my room around again. and i may be happy with it, maybe. i dont know anymore
what i do know, is that i have to hip hop out of here. yes im sixteen, yes thats a very young age to move out. but i cant continue living under this roof with these people, and when things fall apart again. i do not want to be here.
i cant even remember what else has happened this week.
why?
because it has been a shit non-eventful week. and it bcomes bad when non eventful doesnt mean "boring"
but the same depressingness day after day.
im supposed to be going to a french seminar in the city tomorrow. but i mean two and more hours on public transport, then getting back at about six? no way. and i have that MASSIVE history book to start. i did a page last night, put it aside and thought. tomorrow
i swear everytime i look at it it gets bigger. but i suppose i willl start it tomorrow. hopefully
and james hasnt called.
lets hope this week may be a bit more, um. productive?
oh wait, my mother and father are meeting up with maria and the psychiatrist. about me
wont that be lovely
oh shit.

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