The race.

So I'm sitting by a Mac at uni, have to wait around for abooout 5 hours and it's one of those rainy days that makes my head and stomach hurt because its so DAMP and grey...so i thought i might write up what's been (kind of) in my head the past week.



Ok Thursday today, but I'll start Tuesday (i would start with Monday but i think i had a day off and i can't remember anything.)
Tuesday morning i woke up. My mother told me the Candanian Fam were coming over later that night so i had to make sure there was a bed for them, did that then got ready and left for uni.

Uneventful walk but good music, got a train to waterloo east, then walked through the mad rush of people to se when my train was and bought some doughnuts.
Got on an hour long train to Farnham, where this gets even more boring, i listened to music, doodled softcore stuff then gave up and stared at the legs of the person opposite me.

Then he left, so i moved to a place next to his vacant seat because the sun was shining on it. Then another dude two seats away stared at me between the gaps of the chairs. So i kinda questioningly looked at him in a 'are you going to say something to me? Or are you just gonna keep staring?" And he stared. So i first ate my doughnut really slowly while looking at him, then got embarrassed and lay across the seats and pretended to sleep.


and waited...


THEN this punk came on, number 1 brown army haircut, brown t-shirt ordering the reader to "make me a cuppa-I'm lazy and going to bed" which i liked, and listening to music. He also looked at me so i thought "what the hell is on my face?"and then left it. BUT every so often he'd look again (he was to my opposite right, no visual barriers, we could see everything the other person was doing)

Well, the train got to my stop so i stood up first and stood there for about 2 minutes waiting. Then the doors opened and i just walked off. Then the punk suddenly strolled past me. (I say strolled because that's what he was attempting to do but he was trying to look cool while obviously power-walking) So i just shrugged my shoulders and put Body Movin' (beastie boy original then Fatboy slim remix) on repeat.

At the stairs i overtook him but didn't really notice. Then as we were leaving the station the punk ran past me and then slowed down so he was walking DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME.


Well, i was shocked and i thought, if its a game this punk wants, its a game he's already lost.

I speeded up and as i overtook him (my short legs going into overdrive) i turned my head away to the left so he couldn't see me smiling my smug face off. And then i slowed down, because as far as i was concerned the game was done. THEN, yes, THEN, all of a sudden from a side road the PUNK appeared and was walking in front of me. Now i got mad because i thought; he either knows a shortcut or he sprinted down some road just to beat me. So we continued walking fast, but i couldn't catch up...Until...


The Traffic Lights
O how i love those traffic lights, and o how i will always love you the most you beautiful red one. Yeah, i caught up as he was waiting. We crossed one pair, then waited in the middle for the next. I won't lie, the game was still on and i looked at him out of the corner of my eye (I'm sure the punk did too) Then i got my advantage, while he was looking at the beautiful red light, i saw that after this next car, there was a huge gap long enough for my short legs to waddle me over to the next side-so waddle waddle i went.

I kept on going til i could see his reflection behind me in shop windows. Then he did his unsneaky jog again and went in front. By this time Boomin Granny by the beasties were playing and i smiled as i thought of a book i made for ariege based on this song.

THEN Bossy came on, AND i noticed his hands in his back pocket. ALL the fingers were hidden except his middle finger! He was giving me the finger! I wasn't going to back down. Basically to cut it shorter than it can be, we were neck and neck, some points right next to each other walking-people might have thought we were friends who powerwalked together with bags on busy roads.
In the end there was no real winner, he crossed the road and we walked parallel along different sides of the road until he went up some big hill.



It was fun though, made me laugh after realising, what if he was just staring on the train because i was in bright red and kept laughing at my music? What if there was no race, he was just in a rush? What if his pockets weren't big enough for his fingers to all fit so he was keeping the others warm???

I'll never know, nor do i want to.


O and then i had uni, got home woke up my brother at about 10 and pretended it was morning and he had school and a happy birthday, and the Canadians never turned up. MSN was softcore as expected.
xxxxx