54 stitches

Ouch. That has got to hurt.

Today was long. I spent it on a train.
I said good bye to Dad early because he had to work, my brother was still asleep. I actually wanted to say goodbye to him, and I think, for the first time, we went a few days without being nasty to one another. Shock. Horror. Mum drove me to the station. I felt my lip begin to quiver as I said goodbye to her. I enjoyed people watching for a few hours. I didn't say anything, I just sat, watched and listened. I listened to the two women seated behind me talk about their friend who was suffering a terrible illness. I felt like I was intruding but the emotion was so true and raw, I was hanging on to their every word. I felt sorry for one lad who was seated on the opposite side of the train next to me. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, he was travelling to try-outs for the NSW Indoor Cricket Team, talked rather loudly and didn't seem to notice the body language of the lady sitting next to him. Telling her his life story, she was not interested in the slightest and I could sense her itching for a smoke. The poor boy lacked a few social ques (and headphones for that matter). He pulled out his laptop, opened itunes and cranked the Savage Garden. Eventually he moved to another part of the train to sit with his cousin or something...

The old man infront of me smelt like rotten eggs and the woman next to him did considerably well. With two kids who were bored out of their brains, she kept her cool and no one got hurt. One of her daughters seemed rather interested in me. Turned towards the window, I watched in the reflection as she assessed me. She seemed, perplexed and curious. I counted. It took her 4 hours to ask me what my name was and where I was going. Her name was Taylor and she liked to dance. She was 8.

I like watching the world pass me by. It feels like a old time film.

Naturally, I got hungry after a few hours and all I wanted was something to nibble or a cup of tea. I only had $2 but a cup of tea was $2.50. Waiting in line, I briefly spoke to a young man, probably the same age as me, wearing an ACDC shirt after he started laughing at me struggling to stand upright on the moving train. He had dark curly hair and brown eyes and we both had in common, the fact that we were poor uni students. Dissapointed at the absurdly overpriced tea and coffee (and forcefully letting the staff know my opinion of this abomination), I bought a cookie and sulked back to my seat. After one bite, I realised I needed tea. A few minutes later, the boy with the brown eyes was on his way back to his carriage and as he passed me, smile and placed a white tea, two sugars on my tray table without saying a word.

Home is dead at the moment. Give it a few more days and everyone will return. Eamon swapped my door sign around, and tired and hungry, I did not realise and with the help of Jimmy, broke into Claires room. It honestly took me a few seconds to figure out what had happened, but I had no doubts about who had done it. I saw the funny side of it. I played pool for an hour or so to work off the horrible dinner. Went to the Regent and watched football with Coops and Hamish. Little brother comes home tomorrow, Black Books session is in order.

It feels good to be home.