well! three people called me yesterday to ensure I hadn’t been mortally wounded on the tilt train. um? i’ve only taken it once, like 43586235 weeks ago.
which was bad, since I was trying to study yesterday, and every time someone rang they wanted to talk for 4580635 hours.
one of the people was my father. he ended the conversation by asking if I needed money. I found this very surprising, and had difficulty keeping my contempt from exploding in foul-smelling chunks all over the mouthpiece.
well, that’s slightly exaggerated. but I was surprised. i’d elaborate, but I know he visits my site every now and then. hi dad.
well the stats exam! was at 8:30am today. from around an hour before an exam is due to start students begin milling around outside the building in average clumps of 3-5. when I arrived I saw the girls from my interpersonal group, and as I looked away, out of the corner of my eye saw them see me. had they seen me at the time I saw them, I may have joined them, but since i’d already looked away, I pretending I hadn’t seen them. as the funny exam man called us in, Kate grabbed! my hand, and asked me some irrelevant question or other. this made me want to be her friend. however since this was my last exam I won’t see her again until next March or something by which time she’ll have forgotten she once touched me.
things I know about her:
- she’s doing a double degree, psychology and criminology
- she lives with her boyfriend
- she’s had the same boyfriend since highschool
- she grew up in the town I dislike most in all of Australia
- most of her friends have been male
- she has an older brother with whom she recently lived for a while
- she transferred here from JCU
- we apparently took forensic psychology at JCU together
- she drives two hours or something to get to uni