Today I was told that I have to move out of the house by the time I turn 21 – about 6 months. Which is fair enough, but could not have come at a more horrible time. Here I am, almost-out-of-a-job, not getting paid, and trying to find a completely new job in a completely new industry because there are pretty much no other game dev companies in Perth. This is like a bad dream.

So I went on a crazy resume e-mailing spree today. My top choice so far from the places I’ve e-mailed is an SEO company. The position itself doesn’t attract me that much, although I know that I would be good at it. It’s the further career advancement opportunities in the SEO area that attract me. Fingers crossed.

A person on a forum discussing tattoos posted this:

I thought it looked familiar. I seemed to remember that my grandfather in Ukraine had a tattoo very similar to the one on the back of the man’s hand above. With a Russian word at the bottom as well (The above word on the back of the man’s hand spells ‘North’ in Russian.)

So I did more reading and found out that the setting sun is a tattoo which inmates in Russian prisons often got, symbolizing freedom. The article said that in Russian prisons were usually blue due to limited resources when it comes to applying them. My grandpa’s tattoo is blue as well!

I was thinking – what if my grandfather is a Russian ex-prisoner?!

But then it turned out to be a false alarm. While my grandfather does have a blue tattoo on the back of his hand, it is a tattoo of an anchor, not the setting sun. He was in the Navy :)

My mother’s been on my case about getting a car for over a fricking year and now that I finally do what she says and get one she tells me that I can’t even keep it at the fricking house. Obviously I’ll still keep it at the house somewhere, even if it’s near the fricking road, but she infuriates me.

I hope everyone is having a good Christmas.

First of all, HHRay bought me a pillow!!! Not as a Christmas gift, as a ‘just because’ gift. Actually, that’s a lie. He knows that I have a really crap pillow at home and bought one so that he can use it when he spends the night at my house. He got me a pink pillow case and everything :). So far it has stayed at his mom’s house, though, and he always steals it away from me and sleeps on it when I spend the night. Grr.

He got me the best gift ever for Christmas – the best smelling perfume I have ever seen…well, smelled. I wore it to his aunt’s Christmas lunch and smelled wonderful in my little red dress!

His dad and his dad’s girlfriend also got me a very nice present even though I didn’t go to their Christmas breakfast this morning. It was nothing against them, I was just uncomfortable going at this point in time. When things get a bit more settled down it’ll be better. I saw him briefly in the afternoon, though, and it was a bit awkward. I had an important phone call to take at the same time so had to semi-talk to him as I was talking on the phone in the car. I want to ask HHRay if it’s OK for me to send his dad a “thank you” SMS later tonight.

Right now I’m at HHRay’s mom’s house on my Eee, sitting on the front porch while HHRay is napping on the fold-out couch inside. This is the only spot where I can pick up one bar of someone else’s unsecured broadband. So I’m sitting here, getting internet business done, getting a bit chilly in that little red dress.

We still have not been paid although we were promised pay before Christmas. This is getting really frustrating. I’m revising my resume just in case.

I was flipping through my old old old baby photo album. It came all the way from Ukraine. And as I was looking at pictures of my grandparents’ summerhouse I started to really miss Ukraine. Here’s a short video of me when I was little :).

I think it’s time for a bit of Hollywood news. First of all, I just found out that Britney Spears has released a video for Piece of Me, a song off of her new album. Now, as much as I know her career’s down the drain at this point, some songs on that CD are still awesome to listen to, Piece of Me being one of them. This video, however, completely kills it for me. It just seems so…un-energetic. Is it just me? I mean come on, this is such a great song to dance to – but she barely dances in the whole thing! She just does some head bobbing walking on bent knees thing. A great disappointment. Click here to watch it on YouTube.

Also, Angelina Jolie has officially labeled her biological daughter Shiloh an outcast.

She said: “She looks like Brad. It’s funny because she’s almost going to be the outcast in the family because she’s blonde and blue-eyed.”

Brad is apparently furious with Ange because he also just recently found out that Ange never wanted to give birth in the first place – she only did it for him. Ange seems to have no maternal instinct toward her biological daughter at all, as opposed to her and Brad’s adopted children. According to nineMSN news, Ange doesn’t even change Shiloh’s diapers or hold her when she cries. That poor baby. The sad thing is, Ange isn’t the only mother who doesn’t care about her child – she’s just the one the world is focusing its eyes on, while so many parents who don’t happen to be in the spotlight are doing the same thing.

I hate it when my mother gets negative about my job decisions. She talked me out of a very well paying bar job, so now when I finally have the chance to get something else, she tells me that’s crap, too! She says the pay is horrible and I don’t know, maybe she’s right. But I do know that she had better not ask me any more questions about what kind of a job I’m applying for or how much it pays or how my interview went – because the job will always be awful in some shape or form to her, and when she says it it leaves a bad taste in my mouth about taking it. Now I have my second interview tomorrow and all I want to do is just reject the opportunity now because of one remark from my mom. First she tells me to get something, but when I do it’s always absolute crap to her. From now on I’m leaving her out of all of my job-related decisions. All of them.

My interview went well. I have a second one with the same company tomorrow. This is when I will find out if I actually got the job. But trust my mom to ruin the happy feeling as soon as I get home. I’ll probably post a rant about her later. I’m actually considering not taking the job now because of what happened. Not even John the Impulse Plant can  cheer me up now.

I left my bedroom this morning to feed my dog and bird and found my mother crouching on all fours on the floor, thrusting her butt up in the air repeatedly in front of the mirror. I paused and stared. And then I realized Oh, she’s doing exercise! Wow, I had no idea my mother did exercise this vigorously, butt thrusting and all. And I’ll be damned if she gets a better butt than what I have (which needs some work). From now on I’m turbo-charging my own exercise routine.

Everybody’s debating about The Golden Compass. Christians have been attempting to halt the release and convince people to refuse to see the movie, raising their holy voices and screaming at anything they think might listen that the movie is outrageous, anti-Christian, blasphemous, and so on and so forth.

“Clergymen who kidnap children. Witches who aren’t wicked. Even a pair of sexually ambiguous angels. If you thought Harry Potter was blasphemous, wait till you get a look at [this] trilogy,” wrote one film critic last week.

Oh my GOD :o Witches who aren’t wicked?! Why, this is the ultimate of evils!!! Those darn nice witches.

So fucking what? Did atheists pipe up and make a fuss when Narnia, which is so OBVIOUSLY Christian-promoting, came out? Heck no! So for the Christians who are too idiotic to realize that not everyone believes in their god or wants to or has to, for that matter, shut up and let us have our fun. You can do whatever you want with your viewing habits, but don’t push them on the rest of the public. Yeah we’ll go and see the movie if we damn feel like it, and then go and read the books while we’re at it.