The Seventy-Second: Pointless

I just got home from a 21st where I was dressed as a giant slice of Hawaiian pizza. I feel rather...well, I actually don't know the word I'm looking for. It was liberating? I guess that's about right. It was really fun to just be able to have this massive hilarious costume on and not worry about how "pretty" I looked. A lot of other girls had their hair done and cute little costumes, whereas I barged through in beige material, rocking my top-knot. It was a super fun night.

This seems to be a very journal-esque entry to my blog. Not sure where I'm going with it, but sometimes that's half the fun.

I quit my job the other day, thank god. It was almost comical how insensitive management was being towards me. I don't need to put up with that, so I'm not. Hopefully a window will open up soon for me. Maybe it's a "blessing in disguise" (I just didn't realise it would be disguised as a dickhead manager who would eventually force me to quit.)

Le sigh.

I'm itching to get away again. I cannot wait for New Zealand next year. Going to be freakin' epic.