Bugger, I've hardly packed at all. It looks like I'll be driving back to Canberra in the little green car tomorrow, so at least I can run things at my own pace and not worry about Dad driving excess kilometers. It won't do too much while it is over there, but it may yet prove handy.
Well, today was my last full day at home. I lazed about for a long while, and then decided to go into town for one last time. I got as far as the M****** place and realized I had left my bag back at the house with my drivers license. There were too many police to go into town, so I dropped by and had a chat with Mr M***** and then back home with some milk. There wasn't much I really wanted to do in town, but I got some money out of the bank and then decided that since my usual place in Canberra wasn't going to be open, that I might get my hair done at one of the places here. Excessive small talk and an hour and $16 (quite cheap) later I was very all nice hair again. So I got some yogurt and came home. Didn't do very much after that, just chatted with Dad and then snoozed till Mum came home.
I rang Susan and Jules and had a good chat with them. Apparently there is a NYE BBQ at Lloyd's new place and then down to watch the fireworks. I figure that after that I can head off to the Meridian if I want to, or continue with them. At least for once I am clued in on what the social plans are, even if it's via a second party.
So that was nice chatting with them, apparently they just bought a big load of electrical goods, so I shall have to drop down and say hello.
What else? Just finishing my letter to Peta B.

11:15 pm – I was just having a chat with Mum, but she was more concerned with talking about the eccentricities of the green car than anything else. I may leave a letter for her, but just remembered that we have no operational printer here… hmmm something on disk? I wanted to make this a memorable family Xmas, perhaps one of the last. Being a Piscean, guilt is a natural state for me, but one which I'm overcoming. I didn't want to make this a holiday of "Hello everyone, let me out myself as the new black sheep of the family", but given our loose family arrangement, I thought it was necessary. This isn't a burning issue for me, but I need to dispel the myth that this is a phase or something. Perhaps to the average person, transgenderism is a very unusual and largely unknown area. That leads itself to the possibility of misinformation and resorting to stereotypes. I want to talk to Mum about this, so she can see that this is who I am and what I have to do. I don't know if she has read the book I gave her or not, so I can't say what her reaction to it was. I personally think she is having a hard time reconciling the concept of a transsexual child with her religion. Not that she is a fundamentalist or anything, but I think I have an idea of the conflict. I just hope she isn't praying for God to set me straight, that would really bug me because of the guilt not regarding the futility
Perhaps I'll just ask her to read my last few diary entries. Maybe I should print them out and shape them into a book type thing, it would be a lot easier to read though harder to hide from those who don't know. I suppose I should tell her to do whatever she needs to do, and talk to and tell whoever she need to in order to cope and come to terms with it, because in the end that's what is going to be needed.

12:05 am – Yawn. Nothing on TV, and I'm getting sleepy so it may soon be my last sleep at home for a while. I just know I'm going to have the traditional "Woah, my college room is so huge" effect when I get back. ;)
Bored, bored, bored and babbling.

1:00 am – Just reading old diary entries, how bored is that? Can't open any of the photo's though but hey, it's time for bed anyway.