2/5/14

Sudden bursts of confidence.

Tafe was a steady and normal day however Mr Spa Guy and I thought that we should do something afterwards as the thought of going home wasn't yet firmly in our minds. Everyone was busy so instead we hit the pub with the bros which I think I quite preferred. It was also Jeffs first time at a pub anyways. I didn't feel like a beer so I went with a coke. Apparently White Russians cost $9.20... I just wanted my milk.

Last night I had that surge of confidence again where I felt that I've been lacking when it comes to communicating with people through electronic means. I decided to message a few people I haven't messaged in a while. The results of the conversations? A booty call, a stripper and a teacher.

I'm really confused myself but whoop-de-doo life has a way of throwing things at me.

Today... well at least this morning as the afternoon hasn't happened yet was a trip to the optometrist (fun fact, according to my spell checker that word doesn't exist). Other than a focal point issue everything was fine. Now I'm not sure what to do.