I slept in today. It was the best. Not only did I not have to wake up at some ungodly hour to get ready for class, but I also managed to get out of bed without having to pretend I was a pensioner. With that extremely optimistic start to the day, I headed out to explore.
I started with a tiny café that I have passed numerous times since moving here, and have always wanted to check out. It is the smallest building I have ever seen, and is literally crammed in between two other buildings, with three little tables fighting for room. I ordered an Iced chocolate, and despite how much I wanted to like it, I would have to say that it was the worst iced chocolate I have ever had; just some chocolate topping and milk poured over ice. Apart from my disappointing beverage, I was pleased with my little adventure and decided that it was a great place to people watch, as it was right across from a station. I also found great satisfaction watching people come out of the nutritionist/gym next door, and thinking how glad I was that it was my day off.
I then went job hunting and handed out resumes at all the other quaint little cafes and places I thought suitable, and went home with slightly sore feet. While eating an extremely boring lunch, I fund myself talking to the people in the music videos on Channel [V], asking them about their lyrical choices, and berating them for being stupid. My main victim was Samantha Jade with "Soldier," as she is asking a guy if he would be her soldier, fight for her and die for her, when he hasn't even decided if he's going to stay the night, and in my opinion, does not look at all interested, no matter how many dresses she wears. As the song finished I realised I wasn't used to downtime and that I should get out of the house again.
My second attempt at my local Westfield went much better than the first, and I found the book shop. Even better, the cookbooks were on sale. I picked up healthy cooking one with a nutrition guide to help with my dance meals, and one that had sparkles on the front because it looked pretty. It has turned out to be an amazing book (a complete bargain for $9,) but I have discovered a sentence that I am not totally comfortable with; "these long expanses of pasta need lots of lubrication." Something about that just doesn't sit right with me.
I also developed a scepticism for fold up washing lines, as the trusty thin white wire ones have disappeared, replaced by thick barred ones with bulky plastic hinges that feel the need to advertise all over their packaging that they are high quality. Somehow I don't believe them.
I am now off to bed, reminded of the glorious fact that I get to sleep in again tomorrow!!
Xx, Little Duck
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