Making: This blog post, I suppose
Cooking: A salad I’m going to eat later. It’s very much a ready-made salad but have to pour the dressing on myself AND remember to take out the fork before I do that. It'll take some artistry and skill but I'm up for the challenge.
Drinking: Water, and I need more of it.
Reading: The Pact by Jodi Picoult. Got bored and read the last few pages though bc I wanted to know if I was right about the ending (I was).
Wanting: A decent gym session
Looking: Out the window to avoid looking at creepy train men.
Wasting: My laptop battery. Why don’t trains have plugs in Australia? It’s 2015.
Wishing: I hadn’t eaten so much beige food the last two days.
Enjoying: My Ned Kelly photos
Waiting: To get to Melbourne so Maddi and I can have a business meeting about our lives.
Watching: Prom, a DCOM that is more magical than you could imagine.
Liking: Nobody romantically and that feels hella good.
Wondering: When the creepy man across from me will get off the train.
Loving: Ned Kelly
Hoping: I can soon make it illegal for men to look at women for longer than ten seconds unless given permission to do so because boy oh BOY am I uncomfortable rn.
Marvelling: At how dudes can wear literally just shorts so low their underwear is fully showing and half their ass is on display but I’m told off for wearing short skirts.
Needing: To fill my body with coloured food.
Smelling: The subtle, stale stench of air conditioning.
Wearing: Velvet black skirt, cropped striped shirt and chunky boots.
Playing: Chilled music (the Blackbear, Shawn Mendes, etc)
Following: My own advice, which is good.
Noticing: That the creepy man has gotten up to use the bathroom
Knowing: He’ll be back and creeping soon enough so truly appreciating this time alone
Thinking: About meal plans and gym routines- should probably get to writing these down.
Feeling: Dehydrated and gross in general. My body is not happy with me.
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| went running here and cried bc hills |
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| didn't cry here on my run. good times |
