One of the bus drivers that takes me home from the station says “Hoo Roo!” to whoever gets off the bus and says goodbye, and I find this very Australian and very cute.
I didn’t get to sleep till possibly 4:30am because my head was planning the rest of this year of my life.
I worked out a budgeting plan, how many times a week I will have to work to save the amount I need to if I am only being paid a small wage, a new exercise routine, what I would like to plan for my 18th birthday party, the sewing I have to do over the next few days, a way to clean the whole house before lunchtime, the amount I will limit myself to spending when I go out on Friday night/Saturday morning, the order that I will wash the dishes/clean floor/have a shower in the morning and- what I found the funniest but also possibly the most productive - I designed in my head the tattoo that I plan on getting the weekend after I turn 18.
