something to say about nothing

So I’m sitting hear wondering.
I wonder what he’s thinking. I have a feeling I know what he’s probably thinking.
Steelo’s back in Melbourne for a few days and he just left to go to the beach – with out me. I declined, I made plans with Mario and another chic. We go walking up the 1000 steps for fitness for the run in October.
I think Steelo wanted me to go with him to the beach but I can’t let down the others.
The akwardness of saying good bye was there again. What can I do?
I’m now an oficial student . I enroled for my Real Estate course yesterday.
I’m looking forward to a career change. Hopefuly it works out.
I could be back hairdressing in three weeks – oh God forbid!
I don’t want any distractions while I compleate this certificate. I want to do well and I want to be focused.
Career focused, I’ll still enjoy my life but now that I want to just get through this with out thinking about something or one else. It’s just eaiser that way.
I’ve also taken on a role in the street work. It’s just doing what I sort of do as a person anyway. It’s organizing social events and building more of a community.
So that and the study will take up most of, if not all of my time.
With working of course. Any spare time will be palying my guitar and doing things for my fitness.
I left early yesterday and I guess in a way I’m doing my own thing, to a point.
Well, hours at least.
My Father came round today.
I wish he didn’t.
It’s for complete show.
“ You can’t take away the fact that I’m your father, you know”
“ I know.”
“Did you see the picture of me that was scanned from my computer?”
“ Yes. Brother put it up on the fridge. I called him an Idiot.”
“Why?” he laughs.
“because it looked like a picture of someone who’s died on the fridge.”
He continues to laugh.
“ I told him to do it”
“I know.”
“You didn’t tear it up did you?”
”No. I don’t know what he’s done with it”
This picture mind you was put up on the front of the fridge. As soon as I saw it I wrote underneath it R.I.P . A little while later I thought even I can’t be that awful brother will go spack when he sees it, so I scribbled it out but you could still see through it and see the R.I.P . So when brother came home and saw it , yeah, he hit the roof – nothing uncommon. But I saw the funny side to it . So did a few others.
Anyway he continues.
“Have you got a tattoo?!”
“Yes.”
“When did you get that?!”
“Years ago.”
“Have you got another earing?!”
“Yes. Makes four now”
I’ll stop now because it’s shitting me. But you get the idea.
So now back to study and being focused on what I want.