3:59pm
My hair has a metaphor it would like to share. Lacking the capability to write, it has
asked me to relay it to the book. It says: "The Australian wind is Shaughn's bed to me." My
hair feels poetic today.
Things are making me smile today. I walked past a record shop and "8 Days a Week" was playing. I thought about Jimmy and it made me smile. I wonder how he's doing. I bought a peanut butter brownie and thought about how disgusting Becky would find it and that made me smile. Australians must think I'm nuts, grinning ridiculously all the time.
I am sitting (I start a lot of sentences like that in this book) in a food court. Directly across from me is a place selling "hot dogs and mexican food". I wonder how they decided on the combination.
This afternoon, Angela and I had a spill-your-guts kind of conversation. I didn't really intend it to be, I just started talking and a bunch of stuff came out. I have been sharing a lot with her lately, most of it trivial, some that really means something.
Oh! Shaughn got his driver's lisence today! How proud of him I am. And on the winter roads! I don't like to drive at all in the winter, let alone whilst I'm being judged and graded. This will give him a new level of independence where he had previously depended on his dad or me or other people to drive him places. I'm glad he's gotten that taken care of.
Today Shaughn told me he has an elaborate date planned for us when I get home. No one has ever planned a date for me before. Well...except that one time, but that date concluded with the boy breaking up with me on my birthday.
People always want to start new lives when the New Year rolls around. Very few actually change anything worthwhile. I want to clean things up when I get home. I will be a very different person on January 1, living in a different home, working a different job, owning different things, changed to some different friends....but my teddy bear will be the same.
Since I've been in Australia, when I count anything, I get to number 12 and automatically go back to 1. I get to seven again and become confused. "Maybe you're thinking of time," Angela suggests. Yes, of course, I am always thinking about time. 4:27pm
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