Hey there, pudding friends ^^
This morning I bought 8 hashbrowns from Hungry Jacks for breakfast. It was quarter past eight in the morning and I was so tired. I had been up for over an hour and rushed around to get ready for my first day back at University. I've been on break for four months, so it's safe to say I've fallen way out of routine.
(bad placement of sticker makes my nose look huge - good one kitty)
It was an hours drive with my friend Shade, and not a very pretty one. Australia is so ugly; traveling anywhere is never very scenic and a tad depressing. Eventually the dead looking wildlife began to turn a bit more green, which means a garden that was actually being cared for was close by. We arrived at the campus with 15 minutes to find where we needed to go. Managing to get our bearings rather quickly, we went our separate ways.
As I walked down to the lecture theatre, it became real to me that I was actually back. There were no familiar faces, everyone was standing outside the theatre by themselves, not speaking. It felt so awkward that I wanted to turn invisible. But when the doors opened and everyone came together to form one giant mass, a ray of light shone down on me and I saw the face of an old friend. I immediately went over to her and she seemed as happy to see me as I was to see her. We sat together and caught up with each other, since it had been almost a year since we had last spoke.
The lecture was pretty boring; it was all introductory stuff. I'm in my second official semester but this is actually my third semester of studying at University, so everything they covered was nothing new to me. But that was okay, I spent the time making my notes extra cute.
After the lecture, I made my way to the middle of the campus to meet up with my friend Jen, who messaged me the night before asking if I wanted to hang out. I had a few things to do, but she said she didn't mind tagging along. Once we found each other, we went to the bookstore so I could buy everything on my booklist that I would need this semester.
Two hundred dollars and a lot of tears later, we were on our way to Cockburn (it's pronounced like Co-Burn ; yes, I know). I had arranged to view a house to rent that day, but google maps took us on a weird route where we ended up needing to get on a bus that wasn't running that day. Good one, google maps.
There was no way to get there except that bus and I had no friends that were free to give me a lift. I texted the owner of the house that I wasn't able to make it and we started to head back to the train station. However, as we were almost there, the guy texted me back, offering to pick us up.
I hesitated. Every bone in my body was telling me I needed to be careful about this, but this was one of the reasons I had decided to bring Jen with me. I figured that the plan was to go to this guys house anyway, so in comparison, getting in his car wasn't really that much of a big deal. The guy picked us up and we both sat in the back seat, super aware of our surroundings. I even texted my boyfriend what was going on, where he picked us up and the address that we were going to.
We made it to the house safely and went inside. On the way, the guy had told us about how he expects everyone in the house to do their part of the cleaning and how many people were living there. I met the housemates, who all seemed pretty cool. The thing was, for someone who claimed to feel so strongly about cleaning, the house was a mess. The floor was super dirty and cluttered with so much junk. Not rubbish, per say, but just random things piled up everywhere.
We went into what was supposed to be 'my' room and oh my god, it was like a scene from a horror movie: There were stains on the floor that looked weirdly like blood that I'm hoping was ketchup, shoe marks on the wall at near the end of the bed and next to the bed, the wallpaper had been clawed. It was unbelievable. Jen and I shared a look and I knew it was time to leave.
He dropped us off at the train station and I said I'd get back to him after I've looked around at a few more houses. After watching him drive away, I blocked his number and email address and we got on a train to the city.
When we arrived, we were shocked to discover it was only 1 in the afternoon. It had seemed like such a long day already, and it was only halfway through - I guess this is the benefit of getting up early. But that was okay, more time for shopping!
We went into Jay Jays first, the jeans I have now have turned completely grey so I figured it was time to finally bite the bullet and get a new pair. It was a little depressing though; I guess I've grown more than I thought I had. I swear I'm a size eight (Australian sizing), but I tried on sizes both eight and nine and although they fitted my legs and butt really well, my hips were way too wide. To be fair, it's been four years since I last had to buy a pair of jeans, so it makes sense that my hips have widened since then. I ended up having to buy a size eleven. They're not as skinny on my legs and a little baggy on my butt, but at least they fit my giant birthing hips~
After a bit of an existential crisis and coming to terms with my growth, we had a bit of a wander. I feel like I click really well with Jen; although we weren't always talking, we were pretty comfortable just walking around together and making the occasional comment on something we noticed. The only thing we really made a big deal about was when we saw two girls steal a shirt and a pair of pants from another clothing store we were in. It was unbelievable; they didn't even try to hide it. They literally just grabbed the clothes off the display table, folded them, put them in their bags and left. It was right in front us, too. Well, right in front of Jen. I was too busy eyeing off a cute cat shirt, which I ended up buying after we told the manager what had happened. I did see it happen out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't connect the dots because I assumed if they were stealing something, they'd look at least a bit guilty. I guess that's how these things happen, though.
(new jeans and shirt + $200 worth of books)
(for some reason all the black in the selfie turned green when I uploaded it??)
After a bit more window shopping and thankfully, no more thefts (that we saw, anyway), we decided it was time to go home; there was nothing else that we really wanted to get done and I had an arrangement with my partner to get Pasta Cup for dinner.
I read some of my new books on the train home, and my boyfriend picked me up from the station, but it was only quarter to four and I hadn't had lunch, so he bought me a happy meal and a few hours later, we had pasta cup for dinner, as promised.
Once we got back to my house, we both went on tumblr for a while and somehow we got onto the subject of Bridge to Terabithia and how it's apparently shocking that I hadn't seen it? So long story short, I stayed the night at his house and watched it. To be honest, it was a bit lame, but it still somehow managed to kick me in the heart gut.
All in all, today was super busy, but probably one of the most productive and satisfying days I've had in a while. Even though I only spent about an hour the campus, it was a really nice way to kick off the semester and I hope see
Pasta Cup Jen again soon.
♡ ♡ ♡
(the following days at Uni consisted of meeting all my new classmates for the first time and enjoying all the free stuff being handed out at the welcome festival such as unlimited fairy floss, slushies and popcorn - being an adult is great)
