That's right, kiddoes. I'm sick. Have flu-like symptoms that closely mimic what my father had and what my brother had. Which doesn't surprise me. It means I got this bug off Dad who in turn got the bug off my brother. It's a neverending cycle. The funny thing about all this is the person who gets "sick" the easiest (or so she says) is absolutely fine! Hah, sick my ass. Anyway, I feel like my throat is made of sandpaper but I can still taste things, yay! I used to think that if I do get sick, I'd want to be sick for at least a week so it feels like I was sick, not just some passing "Oh, I had two minute sniffles" thing. But now I've just got too many things to do that it would be a bit of a disaster if I was sick. Just a tiny bit, not a gigantuan one.

I better go get ready for uni. Urgh. I don't want to go to uni. Full day from 9-5 with only one 1hour break. I hate thursdays ... aw well that's the price I pay for trying to squash all my classes in two days. Means more free days for me, yay!

Until next time,

The "sandpaper throat"-ed one.

Ok so I'm walking down the same street as last time to catch the same bus as last time to get to work on time. Walking a bit faster than usual, because I left the house slightly later than I should have. After a while, even through the blare of my md, I could hear a ching ching sounds behind me. When I was passing the first roundabout I saw an old guy behind me. So I proceeded to walk a little faster but he caught up. THE MAN CAUGHT UP. He was old as, geriatric would be an understatement for him. Ok maybe not that bad, but it was pretty bad, and he was pretty old and not so pretty at that.

So anyway, he catches up to me, looks at me and says "Hi, how are you?" in this heavy european accent.
I'm thinking "Is this old fogey for real?!" and proceed to answer with a curt "Not bad".
He must not have learnt about social cues when he was younger either that he didn't care. So he completely ignored the signs which were blaring out to him saying "Dude, she doesn't want to talk to you!" and asked "Are you going shopping?", assuming I was going to Box Hill.
I replied with a "No, I'm on my way to work."
To which he asked "At Box Hill?" And points in th direction we were both walking.
"No, in the city" I replied.
At this point we had reached the second roundabout and the old fogey walked on while I waited for the cars to go pass without dying on the road before going to work. He realised that I hadn't followed him by the time he got to the other side of the road and kept walking. By this time, I was thanking my lucky stars he didn't wait for me.
However, after I had passed the roundabout, he turned into the park near Box Hill Hospital and had looked back to check where I was. Gave me the shivers clear to my toes, it did. I rolled my eyes to the skies above, cursing my luck for being born with this geriatric/weirdo attractor imbedded somewhere inside of me, and went on my way to work.

I only recalled the incident now when I read my last entry. I don't know why, I have trained myself to be imposing without saying a word, to cultivate the air of "Mess with me and you will die, very slowly and very painfully". Maybe that's why, only rational, logical and sane people heed the warning, whereas the rest of the population either don't know about, don't give a damn, or think I'm one of them.

Which reminds me, at the gym this morning (way before work) I had finished my program for the day and was getting stuff out of my locker when this old woman (who I see often at the gym with her husband) turned to me and said "You know the best thing about exercise? The feeling you get when it's all over!". To which I replied some inane comment about feelings of euphoria and such. She then left with her equally old husband and that was that. And on the bus on my way home, an old woman sitting in the seat perpendicular to me asked if the bus was going to Box Hill. To which I replied "yes it is" and had to repeat the answer once more for her. She then asked if it would be take too long and I said no, while trying to look out for my bus stop which was coming up very very soon (damn old woman had to talk to me when I had to see when I had to get off). I got off and walked home, not thinking about it again.

Now that I think about it, I really DO attract oldies. Old OOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD oldies.

To all the old fogeys out there in the world - there are other people you can bug, you know. I don't know how you know that I am one of the few people who tolerate you and all your evil, insane and often amusing ways, but you do, and that in itself freaks me out. Just don't try to freak me out too much, I need to live the rest of my ill begotten life in peace too =P

Until next time,

the "harassed by the octogenarians" one.