1. When the last time I washed my hair actually was.
2. Weird facts that your grand-dad is only supposed to know.
3. What my last meal was.
4. Where I stole the flowers in my hair from.
It's been a while since I wrote something in the common, pedestrian style, also known as personal recollection and recount. Why? Probably because the parts of my life that aren't way too complex to casually mention without serving up a steaming pot of backstory on the side, are the mundane, boring things that work when you write them into a sweet little cupcake of a story as little quirks, but are not enough to stand by itself. Like having jelly as a main meal. (Credit to Millie, quote '...And another stomach for awkward things, like jelly, which can be taken as a main meal')
And believe it or not, I am not hungry right now. At all. Quite on the full side of life, actually. I had poached eggs for dinner, which is probably my favorite meal to have, any time of the day or night. I am watching a Jamie Oliver cooking show though, which could be the reason for all the food analogies.
The reason for such a ... non-fiction post is probably because I have had such a hectic week. Not hectic in the so-busy-you-barely-have-time-to-eat-or-sleep-and-by-the-end-you-are-so-strung-out-on-adrenaline-and-caffeine-that-you-don't-get-to-have-a-proper-sleep-till-sunday-afternoon-where-you'll-crash-like-a-child-after-a-birthday-party way, but in the I-probably-should-have-had-more-sleep-but-I-chose-to-do-other-fun-things-so-I'm-rather-tired-and-trying-so-hard-to-not-be-negative-or-I'll-just-collapse-in-a-great-giant-massive-ball-of-emotions-that-I'm-not-even-sure-are-mine-or-how-they-got-here way. Which basically means that my imagination is spent, and if I did try to go into that world of mine, I'd just imagine really sad things and then I'd be really sad. And we don't want that.
So... POSITIVE!
The best things about each day this week. (Because lists of good things never fail to make me happy).
Monday.
At my bus stop I found a large Batman toy. This in itself would have probably made my day, but wait, it gets better! As I was playing with it (and writing a note saying 'Hark! I am Batman, guardian of this bus stop!) a bus pulled up. I'n my haste leave him in a heroic position I almost missed the bus. Luckily the driver man opened the door for me and I got on. Halfway in I happened to catch the reflection of the bus in a window. I was on the wrong bus. It was so very hard refraining from dying of laughter. I had to walk an hour to get to college, (I didn't want to pay money for transport), but I found some really beautiful parts of the city I'd never seen before. It was great, and it made my day.
Tuesday.
Because it was such a lovely day, I picked some flowers on the way to college and put them in my hair. When I went to my morning cafe (which is incredibly cool and rather lovely) one of the guys that works there told me I looked beautiful. It's always when I think that I look rather crazy (Which, credit to one of my friends, Jake, who said 'What are you wearing? You look ridiculous!', (in all honesty, I did) which I responded with 'Your face looks ridiculous!') and don't expect complements that it always means the most to me.
Wednesday.
Going to Jakes house for dinner because he had too much food and I couldn't be bothered to cook, watching Black Books and The Mighty Boosh and laughing more than I've laughed in a while, and on the way home sifting through council pickup and getting a wicked sweet leather old-man chair.
Thursday.
Building myself a bookshelf out of old pantry doors and small chairs I had lying about the place and finally having most of my books in one place, and then going into the city for a church thing which involved a chocolate fountain and bowls of macadamia nuts which found their way into Millie's and my pockets to be added to trail mix, and then impulsively deciding to stop at Maisys (24 hour cafe) for a quick frappe. The frappes then turned into pots of tea and rather deep and interesting conversation until 1am.
Friday.
Which is today, and which I spent at home sewing a jacket for an assessment. Probably the best thing about today was the conversation I had with my brother, which went something like
'Cabbage.'
'Lettuce.'
'Bran.'
'Puff Pastry.'
'Mayonnaise.'
'Pickles.'
'Rose Petals.'
'Are you watching Jamie Oliver?'
'No, I'm about to eat dinner.'
'I had eggs.'
I love my brother.
And that's enough personal bosh and bother to last you all a very long time. Of course other things have happened, but I explained as to why I wasn't going to share them right now, and right now you're probably quite grateful for that.
Adieu, my invisible but surely there and somewhat omnipresent friends.
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