Am I hairy and homeless?

My sister believes my inability to be content in one place is a result of being shuttled around from country to country when I was younger.

Whatever. She has crazy theories. Such as that cats are evil. Again, whatever.

Oxfam Chatz Champz

We have exactly 35 days, or 5 weeks, before the big 100 km walk. We did a 30 km walk last Saturday as a team, and it was great, except Frieda got massive blisters and shoe problems.

And then I requested that we stop off at a fish and chips shop afterwards and gorge on grease and salt and replenish all those lost calories.

I had a fight with Tim over who could be Kermit (that's a team photo there, by the way). I think we agreed on him being Miss Piggy, and I'm Kermit and Alex is the Dickensian Gonzo. Or maybe I agreed to be the hairy red dude with the sticks, whose name I don't know and in fact I don't even know if he's from The Muppets. He looks like a red Oscar the Grouch.

Hiding behind a fertility doll

(photo: hiding behind a fertility doll, with bald head)

Looks like I'm going back to Spain.

It's been a tough year. On the 1st January, I was on a plane to attend my grandmother's funeral. Two of my best friends moved overseas with no return date, one has moved interstate, again with no return date. A friend from Spain passed away, I've been struggling with the thought of going back to Spain or going to South America or North America.

I've been incapable of committing to any decision. Bah, humbug.

My hair has grown in the 2 1/2 months since I shaved. To the point that I look like I have a mullet. At least I won't stand out if I go back to Spain.

Two horrible felines

I love animals that look like they have attitude. My holiday project is to teach my kitten(s) how to use the human toilet. I temporarily adopted The Little Imp's brother, Thor, Cat of Thunder and Lightning, although I call him Thor, Cat with Thighs of Lard or just The Fat One because he's about twice Impy's width and not much longer. He eats and eats. I was trying to feed him less because with The Imp you can leave food out and she'll only eat when hungry (hence her svelte figure) whereas he guzzles but then he started eating our dog kibble.

They're not very open to new experiences, like using the human toilet. They understand to pee in it but to poo... ugh. Very pissed off. And my dream of having cats that could kill cockroaches has been squashed. They sat there looking at the disgusting bug and let it get away so I had to chase it with Mortein. And then The Fat One freaked out and dashed out of the room, but it might have been the smell of insecticide.

7 weeks of NOTHNGNESS

Holidays offiicially began for me today. I handed in my last assessment task on Friday and was FREE after that. Went to eat tacos with Alexis in Newtown, then saw Zodiac which was made so good by Jake Gyllenhaal. Whereas Mark Ruffalo... his voice just doesn't scream masculinity. Speaking of which..

Got into an altercation with some old fart on the bus today. He was annoyed because the window was open but I was extremely hot, even with no jumpers on. The windows were steaming up and I could feel the air getting saturated with bacteria from the non-circulating air. And it wasn't like I opened a massive window- it was one of those small ones high up. He said 'fuck you, bitch' and I stood up and said 'Excuse me? What did you call me?' but my mum was there and she made me stop and his wife made him stop. So then I turned to him and said 'Your anger problems are going to get you into trouble one day' and he said 'Yeah, and you're going to get a fist in your face soon.' To which I replied 'I'd like to see you try'. Maybe he's a wife beater and has practice hitting women, in which case I wouldn't stand a chance but otherwise he was pretty overweight and not fit looking and I would have kicked him in the testicles to sterilise him so he couldn't perpetuate his disgusting degeneracy in his offspring. And of course swearing is just such an unevolved form of retort.

I shouldn't have got into an argument with him, some people are not worth the time it takes to stab them in the eye but I'm just so sick of rude arrogant pigs that seem to be increasingly endemic to Sydney.

The Little Imp

Evil EVIL creature. I wish I could file her teeth down to stubs so she can't bite anything any more.

Last blog in Spain

I can't believe I'll be home in less than two days (30 hours of which will be spent on aeroplanes and at airports). Mel made an innocent comment today and I lost it. I've been walking around today in a daze.

I only had around 50 centimos left on my mobile so I took out my sim card and have been without a mobile since Monday. It's an incredibly liberating feeling, to feel (relatively) uncontactable.

Last night we had some final drinks at our flat. Javier and Beza came as representatives of the boys. I thought people would just come for an hour or two then leave by 11 pm but I didn't get to bed till 3 am. Was much fun.

Adios, Espana.