I'm writing this from the office so there's no photos in this blog, so the full extent of my lack of blogging skill will shine (I just wrote "shite" then; Freudian slip?) through, sorry!
Yay!! I have been waiting for this moment for a fair few days (like maybe five). It's finally the weekend! I have been sleeping so badly that the thing I am almost looking forward to the most is the sleep ins... Booyah!
So on a skin update I am still getting a fresh lesion every couple of days, so am never without a spot on my face. The nodule in my hairline has gone right down though, and despite being more red now is actually a lot better. I'm getting a new one above my eyebrow now though, but I've been gelling it morning and night in the hopes that it'll go down faster, the bastard. I'm hesitant to say it, because each time I do seems to tempt fate, but I haven't had a breakout on my back for a little while, and besides a few discolourations on my chest and a weird "what the heck is that?!" burn-like mark I had earlier from a scratch or something (photos to come), there's nothing else to report.
Now onto the fun stuff! Last night I had a very surreal experience. After an incredibly shit-tastic day, I was carrying a couple of green bags with groceries ready to board the train, and this nice young guy saw I had full hands, opened the door and stepped aside to let me in before he did. "Wow, how chivalrous" I thought, since manners and courtesy in someone my age are sometimes a rare thing. So I smiled at him, and said "Thank you very much". Then, after exiting I gave him another (full-wattage) smile, and headed on my merry way thinking "Gee, maybe the world isn't such a disgusting snake pit of lecherous humans after all". Next thing I know, I'm almost out of the station and I hear this "Excuse me!", and when I turn around there he was, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Yeah, um, I kind of jumped off the train. I'm supposed to be going to (insert further stop down the track)" - Doorman.
"Oh." - Me. (I'm very articulate when put on the spot).
"This is going to sound weird, but you have the most amazing smile." - Doorman.
"Wow. Haha [awkward laugh]. Gee, thanks. Wow, that was unexpected. ...Did you get off the train to tell me that? " - Me. (incredibly observant, I know).
"Yeah..." - Doorman. Something, something, I can't remember what else he said (I know, I'm an awesome story teller) but then he ended up asking for my number and I was too shocked to think, and gave it to him, because he was quite good-looking with a nice smile himself (I know, I'm super shallow) and totally caught me off guard. ...Whiiich meant I ended up having to text and apologise to him (my friend helped me word a friendly, non-bitch message, which seemed to go down well) and explain that I wasn't interested in dating anyone for now, and that I'm being selfishly single for a few months. So, what could have been the most amazing story for how I met a guy, turned up into the incredibly awkward story I promised to include in my blog, haha! Oh well, he was really nice about it, so that was good, and hopefully no harm done. On a side note, another embarrassing story is that I perpetually spell "embarrassing" incorrectly, unless I really stop and think about it. So every single time then. Thank goodness for spellcheck / autocorrect!
This weekend I have lots of plans, including definitely going for a jog after work, and then possibly joining my friend at a new little boutique bar The End, for his birthday (This is the same birthday friend of the last blog entry; he's decided he's having a birthday week). On my spotty friend's suggestion, I am contemplating finally wearing the dress I bought, but haven't decided if I will yet, depends how full I feel after dinner, since it's a 50s-style dress and is a little toight. If I do wear it I'll try and get a photo with me in it.
Then tomorrow night I have tentative dinner-and-a-movie plans with a girlfriend that I don't get to catch up with very often these days. Originally we were planning to go to the markets, but I'm hoping that's no longer the case, because that would involve me relinquishing my sleep in.
I have this internet friend that I think is really funny and attractive, and she wants to take our relationship to the next level by having a phone date. Now I'm really nervous, because I'm worried my personality is only pixel deep, and what if she doesn't like me, or I become completely unfunny due to performance anxiety? I really want to talk to her, but every time I think about it I get sweaty hands and need to run to the bathroom... What do I do??"