Turned my old phone on for the first time in almost a week and had received 6 texts, compared to none the week I actually had the phone on, lol.
One fun thing about going abroad is postponing things in terms of years (at least one year). One text was from a friend who’s been borrowing some of my books for a year – we’d joked about me wanting them back at least before I went to China, but he’ll just have to hold on to them one more year. A couple of others from friends, and one from a guy I met and helped out once last summer who now wanted to have a coffee with me one year later. Eh? Still, it’s not often you can take a valid rain check for a year.
Random observation: why is there so much white trash in banks during the day? Sure, I did see old people and occasional businessmen and women as well, but every single one my age had bad dye-jobs, five layers of make-up and interesting piercings. One of them even came with her dad, who was proper and well-dressed, but she had hair so white-blond it looked like an extension of her skin colour, up until her roots of course.
OK, that was mean. But true, nonetheless. And I’m hungry and cranky and have had an upset stomach for almost a week, and getting seriously stressed about my exam.
Oh, and me leaving for China for a year. Gahh. The word “year” has featured way too prominently in this post.