Poor thing in Adventures in paradise

Andrew called out to me today whilst I was in my room, “Quick Matt! Come here! Bring your camera!”
I barely had any clothes on at the time, but I went out to the back deck in my underwear (MAN I am loving these Disneyland undies I got in Paris haha) only to see this poor baby possum laying on the grass, looking wide-eyed and scared.
I didn’t need to see that. It was obvious what was happening. It was half keeling over and could barely stand up. Andrew had only just sprayed all his garden plants with this concentrated insecticide stuff and I can only assume the poor thing must’ve tried to eat something and poisoned itself in the process :(
So that made me a bit sad today. Especially since I was in such a rush and was taking photos of the poor damn thing whilst it was on it’s death-bed.

I love baby possums. They are so adorable and curious. So it makes me sad that this one was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I remember once I was just sitting on a park bench eating takeaway McDonalds in the park up the road and a baby possum wandered right up to me, onto the bench I was sitting on, and dived headfirst into the bag. It was friggin hilarious. I hadn’t seen something that cute in a long time.
The adults are scary and vicious most of the time, but I definitely have a thing for the baby ones.
Ergh, I wish I hadn’t seen that. I guess Andrew didn’t know what was happening. It’s not the first time I’ve come across a dead possum in the backyard though. I remember finding one about a year ago and using a shovel to throw it over the back area. But at least that one was already dead. I didn’t like witnessing death in the process for this poor little thing.

Andrew wondered weather Alex’s cat would be affected by the insecticide, but then decided it wouldn’t because cat’s are generally more smart and can tell when something isn’t right. Who knows. That cat is always going out there to explore. I closed the backdoor anyway so it doesn’t go out there whilst Andrew is away in Adelaide over Christmas.

I was going to go to the late-night shopping tonight at Chermside, but I remember how much of a hassle it is without a car. The council don’t put on any extra buses or trains for it and so the only way there was always a taxi (which I did once). These days I guess there would be an Uber option too, although it’s still not technically legal in my state, even though everyone uses it and they have an office in the valley. The ACT and now NSW have legalised it. The taxi driver’s will just have to adapt as far as I’m concerned. Offer a better service than Uber, and the customers will decide. Just like any business, really.

Now I’m thinking I might just go up to my own work later tonight, since we are open until midnight this one day of the year (the 23rd) and from previous years, it’s always been pretty dead (because everyone is out at Chermside at the 36-hour shopping). I’d like to go to Chermside to have a go at winning the $4000 Westfield gift card, but my chances are probably pretty low. I’d image thousands of people would be entering every hour. I did win a $100 giftcard one year though, but that was when you spent over $20, you could choose a random card from the Christmas tree. This time around, it’s a random draw every hour, so only one person can win per hour between midnight and 6am.
And I have work at 11am, so if I’m there at 4am, that means getting home around 5am, to get about 5 hours sleep.
Damn being an adult. 18 year old me would have been there until 10am and gone straight to bloody work!
Now my plan is to go to my work between 9pm and midnight, to buy myself a ham and a few goodies to stuff myself with on Christmas Day.

How exciting LOL. Alone on Christmas day stuffing myself. Geez, Matt, thrilling life you have.

I’m hoping I can keep myself busy enough to not overthink shit and end up getting all depressed, like I tend to do sometimes. I’ve been avoiding so many people lately who have just been annoying me and it’s wrecking havoc on my social life, which, let’ face it, has been pretty non-existent for years now anyway.
I still hate my dad, so I don’t wanna see him on Christmas, which is going to probably upset my mum that I’m not there (because she asked me to ask my brother for a lift out there), but I haven’t even had an ounce of an apology for what my dad said over two years ago (that “homosexuals are the same as paedophile’s and murderer’s“), and I really don’t think that’s fair. This non-typical Sagittarius can sure hold a grudge against people who have majorly wronged me.
Brent invited me down the Gold Coast on Tuesday night, but I ignored him as well. I’m just fucking over telling him I’m not into him sexually (at least three or four times now) and him trying stuff anyway. It’s getting really old and it’s not healthy for me so I’m just avoiding getting into the situation. I told Andrew about it and how I was thinking of just lying to him and telling him that I now have a boyfriend, but then he’s like “But then you need to make up a story and stick to the story…” and it’s really not worth it. It’s affecting our friendship and I just feel so much more at ease avoiding him for now.

I read something interesting on one of those Facebook memes that goes around. It was one of the star-sign ones stating which star-sign does or associates with what, and for the Sagittarian one it said “Is in a relationship with their own mind.”
Usually I ignore stuff like that, but holy shit it seemed to hit the nail on the head for me. I jump myself to conclusions so much. No wonder I’ve been single for donkey’s years haha. Maybe I’m doomed for a relationship with myself :P

I checked my payslip to see if I’d been paid right for the extra hours I did last week, and I had (yay) but then I looked at the roster and there was nothing listed under Boxing Day. I was sure I had to work on Boxing Day, but now I’m not so sure if I do. I hope my manager is in tomorrow so I can double-check that. Just thought that was a bit weird.
Annnnd, of course New Years Eve happens to be a Friday this year, which means I start at 6am on New Year’s Day (just checked that one and it’s listed) but at least that will be a half-dayish. Not that big of a deal, as I never do anything exciting anyway anymore. I think I remember last year moping around and watching the fireworks on TV. Or maybe I didn’t even see them at all and went to bed like the NANNA I am :P Losing my memory in my old age, which is why I should write more. I just feel like I’m getting more and more boring and I’ll become one of those people who writes about doing their laundry and feeding their cats. No offence if you do that :D

I’m wondering what I can treat myself to as a Christmas present. I always buy myself presents because I never get any from family or friends. Christmas really is just another day these days, except all the shops are closed and I get paid not to go to work. Just not sure about the day after yet. At the moment, I’m expecting to go in.

Last updated December 23, 2015