The Heat Is Melting my Face, and I Might Take Up an Interesting Pastime...

I have spent a lot of time talking to myself this week. I talk to myself about what I have to do that day, I ask myself questions about what on earth the other people in the house are always making so much noise about... I watch videos and make comments and laugh by myself. When I find some insect crawling around on the floor, I say to myself: "Urgh, my god- not another one!", before I swat at it and mumble to myself about how I absolutely must buy a can of Doom ASAP.

When I haven't been doing that, I've been on campus. Running around getting things signed, enrolling, avoiding getting recruited to random student societies, losing half an earring in the Battle Against the Hills while trying to find the access control office so I could get a student card, finding venues for class, and just generally being busy. But the real business only starts tomorrow- then I will wish I really did have all this extra time to fill being busy with nothing...

Pretty much since the 16th of December, I have been saying that I wish something would happen - all the sitting around was getting to me. Now I'm thinking: "there's no turning back now"
We'll see how ready I am tomorrow morning, when I leave the house incredibly early in an effort to get to the bus stop in time. I don't want to have to hang onto the railings for dear life while being squeezed on all sides by other people who just want to get to campus. Not on a Monday morning. And this Monday 08:00 is my major, so I can't even afford to miss it... 

I have been trying to figure out some fun things to do to get me out of this house, starting next month, and I missed my days of small town living when I saw that a movie ticket costs SEVENTY FOUR RAND. Are they joking? Does that price include popcorn and a blanket for my knees? Come on. At this rate, the only thing I'll be able to do for fun around here is go to the library or to the park. And that is so 2004. Something needs to be done. Maybe one of these old friends of mine knows someone who knows someone who would be willing to enter into a non-sexual, purely transactional I'll-dress-real-nice-if-you-pay-for-my-things arrangement, that won't make me look like I've taken up soliciting as a pastime... 

At this point, that is where my life is. That, and the fact that I am getting very close to telling this guy that lives across from me to stop using so much damn Axe in the morning, because the whiff of it wakes me up even before my first official cup of tea does. It's really the little things about living with a lot of people that get to me the most.

Here's hoping the third week of my living in Cape Town will be a little more eventful, and maybe even inspiring. 


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  1. Gehlfrend you finish me sometimes. If the R74 *did come with popcorn and a blanket for your knees, hey, we'd be so there every Friday. But then the arrangement you're looking for, oh my word. There is somewhere that the cool not-so-forward guys hang out, just don't know where. >>>>LoveThisBlog

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    1. I am glad that you liked it! Reactions like this make me want to write more :)

      These arrangement needs to happen soon! Things are getting tough- especially since winter is coming and I need a friend with a car...

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