Gosh, I got a lot done today. I guess that's what happens when you get up at seven-thirty. I mean, by half past eight I was in town at a quick meeting with a lady who works at Mamello English School. It's a school in Lesotho, mainly attended by HIV positive, disabled or orphaned children, and I did my bat mitzvah charity work raising money for it with a charity spelling bee. We're organizing another bee fundraiser for the school together this year, and we needed to go over a few details. After that, to the supermarket to buy them out of dry goods for my dorm kitchen. Onwards to other shops for things such as chef's knives, a mobile phone and a Hepatitis vaccine. That one was all right until I started reading the information sheet that the nurse gave me afterwards. Shudder. Oh, and an eye appointment for contact lenses! I have, I'm told, a very strong blink reflex. I took the things out just now before having a bath, as on the first day one is only meant to wear them for four hours, and I got the second one on my first try! They're very difficult to put in, and my eyes are a little sore now, but it's just magical to be able to see perfectly with no glasses. I'll get used to dealing with them, and it's so nice (if strange) not to have anything on my face. I shall probably decide to start wearing eye makeup a little more regularly (which means the happy coincidation - why isn't that a word? - of my remembering, having time and caring enough to deal with it), because my lashes are so pale they are actually invisible, and I look very different without frames, but no matter. With a class schedule that doesn't start up until NINE THIRTY every day, I can afford to spend a little more time getting ready. At the moment, though, I'm just spending time getting excited.
A friend who's been away almost as long as me this summer just got back home, and I am going to have people over sometime this week to say goodbyes and parti. Tomorrow holds blueberry fields and a final visit to the cinema before I venture into the vast and internet-less depths of the first two weeks of school.
Yes, you read that right. I shall have to figure out how to auto-post.
Another note: I have decided to be more cynical. Not in life - I don't know that I could. I mean here. I feel that I have been deceiving you, my dear sweet millions, my gasping, adoring masses, of my true nature. You may not like it, and I may not care - unless you are reading this in a country with a truly gorgeous flag, in which case I adore you with every fibre of my heart not already possessed by baklava - but we shall manage, shan't we?