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Day #2
02-JUNE-2008 1.16PM

Obviously to anyone who has read my blog yet - Which is mostly just Cazy rofl - Not a whole day has passed since my last one.
I am already thinking of great new ideas for my blog - However the one to change my layout template thing fell through because the HTML codes in this are far more difficult then myspace^. Like the name drop there?
I'm kinda bored - I took work off today because I am still not feeling great, tomorrow I'll def be going because I need the money.
Cazy just got online and I was already speaking to Grantus although for a while now ur conversations have been nothing but polite small talk. Rodney is online but not talking - which is usual for us, we go through dry spells of talking where for a few weeks we'll barely talk at all and then suddenly our conversations will start again.
There are a few more boring people online like my ex - Let's call him Kwiz.
Last night I spent ages doing nothing but look for "Kiki Kannibal" on myspace. Don't ask me why I have no idea.
Today I'm just gunna cruise... Somewhere in the kitchen is a list of chores mum needs done - and I couldn't find it. I hate our new chore system... It seems like suddenly I'm the packhorse. I have to do a phenominal amount of work for this - while she seems to do nothing - and omg its agrivating.
Googling stuff can be halariously funny. I am an appalling googler - If that it possible - and can never refine my searching skills to just that which I am looking for. I can't google myself, or my friends because I never find them.
Oh well.
So I guess I should share a little more of me. Some things about me will come to light way after I get more ajusted and comfortable with blogging.
Today I'll tell you about my family. I don't know my father all I know is that his name is "Michael". The last time I saw him I was 4 years old in a car packed with all my family's possessions driving past the bank we went to every Wednesday - He was there waiting for us. He waved as we went past.
Do I miss my father or having a grown man love and take care of me in a fatherly way - DAMN STRAIGHT I DO! But do I miss having that man in my life? No not really.
I live with my mum - But I have a younger sister who still lives in Armidale (about two hours north of Tamworth and an hour south of Glen Innes - My hometown).
My sister lived with us up until last year - As soon as she turned 15 mum kicked her out. She wasn't what you expect for a sister in dream land. By 15 she was already into the drugs; marajuana, crystal meth, extasy, speed, ritalin... etc. She has bi-polar disorder - Which for those people who also can't google is a mental disorder caused by a chemical inbalance in the brain causing excessive hyperactivity and severe depression. It is also known as "Manic depression".
I don't remember ever seeing my sister - Let's call her J-Louise - take her medication. She ran on a manic high for almost a year - but the dramatic creshendo was always the same - She'd threaten to kill me and then yell at me and mum - Sometimes use more violence against us - and blame us for not understanding - She'd lock herself inside her room and cut herself. More then a few times we called the police on her.
You have no idea what it's like to feel absolutely terrified of a family member unless you have been in that situation. I was at breaking point living with her - and I was only 16. Breaking point at 16 is pretty bad. I couldn't sleep, barely ate, and began to become inseperately addicted to the internet. It was my one outlet - My one way of escaping from the anarchy around me.
My mum is 45 - She is a pretty good parent although she has mostly been living through constant grief from me and J-Louise. She's always been the type of person I can look up to. I love her.
So until last year we weren't a "happy" family. Far from it. We packed up leaving Jess to live with her bf - We'll call him Klaus - wherever they chose. We moved here - to Bathurst home of the Bathurst 1000 V8 supercar race.
I'm not happy living here - It's 9 hours 700 and something kilometres from where I grew up, where all my childhood friends are, where most of my family is.
In case you have no idea where Glen Innes is - Here is a little bit of info. Glen Innes is a small town located an hour and a half away from the Queensland border and Three hours from Coffs Harbour and the coast. There is a population of 7000 people or there abouts in Glen Innes (Or Glen as we from there call it). The people there are usually calous and malicious. They all mostly went to school together - and even 6 years after school hate people they hated at school.
They never grow out of immaturity and like all small towns I have come accross are mostly filled with racist assholes who don't respect anything different.
Glen Innes in particular is filled with alot of drug abuses and wannabe Gangsturs*. There are a collection of Goths* and Emos* and even a few Bible Bashers*.
I loved it there purely because it is one of the few places on earth that you know who your friends and enemies are, you know your nextdoor neighbours and their nextdoor neighbours. You know everyone else's buisness - often before they do - and you can walk down the main street at 2AM and know no one's likely to pounce on you and raep and murder you as if they do the backlash would be horrific.
I don't like Bathurst. I know absolutely no one here - I don't feel safe in daylight here, I have no friends, and there is nothing to do here. At least Glen Innes has a skating rink - I'll talk about that in a later blog I'm sure.
Anyway I will prolly end up going on and on and on if I stay any longer. I've already been typing for over an hour.
Besides Devii is on MSN (Devii is the nickname I will use for my best childhood friend) and Rodney is talking to me about him being baked - LIKE ITS SOMETHING HE IS NEVER NOT! rofl.

Yours Faithfully
AnniieMechaniical

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*Everything marked with an asterix is a stereotype. As I'm sure will be revealed in my following blogs I am completely against stereotypes. I do not endorse the use of the words marked with an asterix. I simply used them in this text to explain the types of people I was talking about, not in a derogitory way just in a simple way that everyday people will understand. To me these people are just average people I see on the street everyday who dress differently to each other.