ten days

The past ten days have been eventful. First I saw my Dad and my step mum and sisters; my mice had 3 babies. But I noticed like a week after they were born. They're growing so fast; I got my nose pierced and it's healing nicely. My boss noticed which got us into the biggest conversation about piercings and tattoo's, haha he's shocked that I have tattoo's. Oh, I also got blamed for starting a rumour about myself. Apparently I told people I slept with my friend, his girlfriend told me to watch my back, among other colourful things. Why would I start a rumour about myself? Why would anyone, especially a bad one? Wow, some people are so dumb. So anyway I wont be heading down to Tasmania anytime soon. 9 out of 10 of the teenagers and apparent "young adults" that live there (the East Coast) have servere SMALL TOWN SYNDROME and have nothing better to do than make other peoples lives hard. I've copped my fair share of abuse from people down there, some of it was deserved, but most of it not. I do not miss any of that at all. I have nothing to go to down there. The people have ruined the most beautiful place in the world for me. They have achieved their goal to make it as ugly as their hearts. However, there are a few exceptions, and they are the most amazing people. But those people I can count one two hands. Everyone else, is so so sad. They make me ashamed to say I grew up there. How much more sad is it that when they're not starting a brawl, they're taking drugs and having sex every weekend. That's not much of a life. Life is amazing, why waste it?