Europe

I think I do have a copy of my itinerary, for my trip to Europe, I'll go look for it and let you know what it is :)

Yay I so cannot wait. Though at time when i start thinking about taking the taxi to the airport and getting off in Dubai, I do get anxious. I wish Mum would drop me off, but she refuses also to pick me up from the airport at midnight, so that means I've less spending money to take with me which is very annoying, as I don't feel like I have enough spending money.

I only have one more pay day and I will stop my automatic transfers into my savings account. However I will still have to give Mum my banking details so she can transfer some more money into my cash passport.

Which is annoying, I am going to instruct her to not ask BJ to help her out with it. Which means I'll have to give her written instructions or something.

BJ is a nosy *astard so no doubt he'd riffle through my things if he got the chance, he keeps trying to make me admit how much I get paid a year. Its always a competition with him.

Oh a classic thing he said today. I was making breakfast as always and lazy arse was of course sitting at the head of the table (Mum's seat, which he refuses to give her the proper respect and sit somewhere else) and reading a stupid book about psychics or ghosts or something (his idiotic obsession right now) and he wouldn't get off his lazy arse to pick up his cooked toast from the bench (less than 2 metres away) or pour the hot water into our cups. Pour some juice or nothing. So I lost my cool and told him so. His remark later was "Apparently I'm lazy" and he sounded so innocent and incredulous that it could ever be right.

What a dickhead really. And I so god damn hope he is not at Mum's when I get back from Europe, or I'll be thoroughly pissed. He always gets in the way. Mum and I don't talk anymore and its all his fault. Mum is too busy mamby pambering him to even think about me. The weekends, the only times I have off, its all about him. He has Monday off, yet he wants to do his thing and drag Mum along. I really don't like him. I don't really feel better either, and I wish I did.

When I leave, I am going to stop thinking about Mum and him, I'm going with a clear head and I am going to have the time of my life and come back changed with perspective. I'm moving out I think. Its the only cure to the illness I have in my soul right now.

I'll good look for my itinerary, that'll cheer me up :)