got lots done today yay! finished lots of boring work stuff and social security stuff i’d been procrastinating for weeks and felt quite proud&accomplished afterwards.
and! applied for the uni mentoring program! it involved writing a short resume-sounding essay grossly exaggerating my virtues etc.
then waxxed my own legs for the first time in ages, and now wonder why I started paying so much to get it done. I still can’t get the nerve to do my own bikini though.. ahem.
then I got hayfever as punishment for all my industry and went to sleep a while.
then I went to class and felt much better about missing so much because it’s all so easy.
during, Carter said to me, “your hair’s green!”
I said, “it is! it’s supposed to be blue..”
he said, “it must have gone green ‘cause it was yellow. blue and yellow make green!”
I said, “my mumm said the same thing! but my hair wasn’t yellow!!” (yes, the two exclamation points were quite audible)
then! I went down to the busway to go home afterwards, it was dark and I wished there was a walkway over the highway so I could photograph the speeding headlights. at the city station I was vaguely irritated that there were so many people waiting, ‘cause it meant walking further to find a seat. but! I spotted a spare one next to a blonde girl, who was looking the other way.
I looked again at the girl, then stared to make sure. oh my goodness. it was Jeana. she was one of my close friends at Cairns High, and probably one of the last people i’d expect at the Griffith Uni busway!
I said her name, and she looked at me in slow motion. after a few “ohmygod, this is so weird!”s we caught the same bus. she’s studying environmental somethingorother at Nathan campus, and has been for a year! she lives in Highgate Hill, which is right next to where I wish to move.
I was surprised she knew some of what i’d done since school. I was surprised at how very calm and humourless she seemed. how very different from my memory she seemed. well she looked exactly the same. but with clearer skin.
anyway, I gave her my number, and don’t regret it yet.. maybe even actually hope she’ll call.
oh yes, one more thing. when she enquired after my marriage, she asked if it was to a guy. see, the last time i’d seen her i’d been with a girlfriend, who wasn’t introduced as such, but I did kiss her.. and wondered afterward if Jeana’d noticed. I guess she did.
it’s funny, memory, the things that stick in it.
