I had a ripper of a day today... and the most special thing about it (besides meeting up with my old uni chum) I took multiple photo's of my feet throughout!! Ah is there anything better than a photo of your own feet; distorted grotesquely wide thighs in the foreground, little pointy pin-pricks of feet in the distance. I ask you, is there anything like it?
Just a little sidebar before I get into the beauty of my feet: I'm a little bit tired, so if I sound at all delirious just join in.
First I woke up. It's still a bit wintry in good old Queensland, so I slept in socks. And for some reason have a coat hanger on my floor, that was however the cleanest bit of floor I could find to take the photo without picking something up (heaven forbid).
It took about twenty minutes to get from my house to this, the nearest bus stop. I saw a heck of a lot of birds on my journey, as per usual, including a native pheasant which both my parents had seen but had managed to elude me. It was Pretty hot in the sun here, had to take my cardigan off for fear of sweating.
On the bus now. I took this photo with my phone because I was sitting in the open wheelchair area near the front and didn't want to look too conspicuous.
At the second bus stop. Do my jeans look really dusty or is just me? They weren't dusty I can tell you that, how odd. I forgot to take a photo of the second bus, and can't even remember where I sat now.
I met up with my friend, I'll call her Alberta (she'll love that) for anonymity's sake, at UQ. She's still doing honours so had some business there, while I had had to hurl abuse at the evil academic dress hire empire for attempting to screw me over (my may be exaggerating a tad). I had ordered my academic dress over the phone for my graduation over the phone, but on the day of my graduation they had no record of this and I had to order and pay again so I would have something to wear. At the time the lady was very helpful and polite saying that if I emailed her a record of the payment she'd give me a refund. I did. I didn't get a reply for a whole week! So I went in with record of both payments. She was extremely cranky and seemed to be looking for a way to blame me, which was very annoying. In the end I got my money back rather painlessly, all's well that ends well.
After all that hullabaloo Alberta and I went shopping at Indooroopilly.
We ate sushi and ice-cream! (I wanted a coffee but was too full).
We then went to the city where Alberta lives and where I can catch a bus back home.
The city also held a most wonderful surprise for me... Alberta bought me my birthday present, which was a DVD of... wait for it... Barbarella!!! So, so cool.
Then it was time to say our goodbyes. We'd laughed, we'd cried, but in the end we always knew it couldn't last, I wanted to go home and sleep, and she'd bought a video game she was dying to play. There was just too much against us in this world.
And now I'm home amongst the many magazine clippings on my study floor (I told you about the procrastinatey scrapbook idea right, well it's still going strong, in the sense that, it's still a mess I can't be bothered cleaning)
Happy Feet!
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