I leave this place so soon. Stepping out of KFC with another unhealthy meal and yet another Coke (2 a day, it seems), the lights were just coming on in Bathurst street and I thought, my god, the things I've seen here.
Not in Bathurst street, silly. In Grahamstown. Although, Bathurst street has seen its fair share. The scene of the almost-didn't-get-a-bus-ticket in first year (I was so scared my folks would know I was going to Cape Town); the scene of goodbye with Ian, bus again; Nick Cage Gareth's drunk 21st at the Naughty Angel bar. Other Grahamstown streets have held more for me, but Bathurst seems to cut it tonight.
Driving home, the lights lined up and I wished so bad I was like the Dame-Lion Schumacher and carried a camera absolutely everywhere. The logistics of stopping my car in the middle of the road and trying to avoid windscreen flash reflection issues ran quickly trough my mind, and then I realised that NOPE, I DON'T HAVE A DIGICAM WITH UNIMAGINABLE MEGAPIXELS and so I just kept on truckin'.
My magazine, she eees finish. That has put me in a considerably better mood for the day. Tomorrow I start an 8000 word research paper. Good mood, not so much then.
The end is nigh. About 10 days nigh.
Haircut pics to come.
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