Sunday, June 11, 2006
there are no callouses on your fingertips

so, i'm leaving. on a coach, to be specific. probably won't sleep tonight, will be up packing. although packing what in particular, i'm not sure yet. clothes? i don't have a lot, just a couple of tshirts and shorts, maybe a pair of jeans. if this were a proper (by this i mean guides) camp, we'd be sharing soap and shampoo and toothpaste, but since it's not, i'm not sure what to pack - or how much. bible, books, homework. painkillers, locket and ring. can't take that long to pack.

this is mainly for the pls: i wore your shoes today. i mean, the heels you bought me. they nearly killed me. do you have any idea how high they are? and i think there's something wrong with the way i walk, because after a while the metal clasp bit into my toe. but hey i'm still going to wear them anyway, because i love sentiment in certain forms =D all right, i'll wear them when i don't have to run after buses or walk great distances. maybe you can buy me a wheelchair for my next birthday?

my mother's coming home. she's going to ask what i've been doing, and frankly, i have no idea. when i'm fifty, i'm going to regret being such a great time-waster. somehow this knowledge does not spur me into instant productivity since i'll probably convince myself that regret is futile. we humans try too hard to rationalise and justify everything.

and bev, when it comes to my turn, i want you to pour ice-cold water over me, because i will be very distracted, dreamy and abstract, and it will be completely misdirected. no fear, i'll slap you silly =D ooh, food.
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