the last 24 hours
My dear journal,
As I write to you, the sun is soaking into my skin for the first time in weeks. Laid across the new bedding in my cosy college room. I like it a lot. I like the fact that no one other than me has been near it or even seen it. White background with black polka dots and pink roses scattered across. It reminds me of something my Nana would’ve had, but maybe more modern. My lilac throw with red threads around the edges is thrown over these beautiful sheets. Found out not too long ago that my Mother loves polka dots. Mother and Aunt used to get teased by close friends for their alleged love for the pattern. I love that fact about my Mother, even if I didn’t know it four weeks ago.
My feet hurt. Just came back from work. So is the way. My dear journal, it feels like every day adds more hours than the last and yet there still isn’t enough time to get everything done. Blessing, really. I find myself thinking, “The last twenty-four hours have been busy”, basically every day at this point. I love it. Yesterday was no expectation. Woke early to get to work on time, thanked God I’m currently on break from my second job for college, so the usual dread of work-after-work wasn’t present. Met the Sun as she rose while walking the Quay. Found a credit card on the ground, and my half-sleeping self took it. Placed in my pocket only to be remembered hours later, and as I searched for something during my break. Work was nice, despite how much I complain about getting up early, I really do love the morning shifts the best. Treated myself during break at the cute café next door. I don’t know what it is about this city and having amazing lemon muffins, but nowhere has failed me yet.
Clocked off. Immediately went to hand in the credit card to the police because I felt dirty even having it. Popped into Boots for the usual bits and bobs. Wished [Redacted] and her boyfriend, who we’ll call Homer, were there. Surprised [Redacted 2] and I the other day by picking us up from work and bringing us to the shops. My dear journal, I got such nice pudding and mochi there, my mouth is watering even thinking about it. Anyways, got an email that shockingly made me excited and sent it to my mother. Dyed my hair for hours while listening to the latest video from Rotten Mango, before slapping on some makeup. Threw together a “cute casual” outfit. Sat in our cosy college apartment living space with [Redacted] and [Redacted 2]. [Redacted 2] and I were sipping wine in preparation to go out as we showed each other TikTok edits and planned our next few films. Eventually left. It was [Redacted 3] ‘s 21st birthday. Lots of birthdays are happening this week. {Redacted 3], [Redacted 4] and [Redacted 5] are all in the space of this week. I adore [Redacted 3]. Went for a few quiet ones, which meant [Redacted 6] was there, whom I also adore. I want to put [Redacted 6] in my pocket and give her a mini megaphone so I can carry her around while listening to her talk. She’s a really good storyteller. Bought [Redacted 3] a shot and knew I had done what I came here to do.
[Redacted 2] and I left a bit early because of my work-after-work. Linked arms as we walked through the city together. Not drunk but not quite sober. Barely tipsy, only enough that it settles in the back of your brain. Talked about all sorts of topics. I think [Redacted 2] and I talk too much sometimes. Sometimes I think there’s no one better I’d rather talk to. Sometimes I have to shoot them to make them shut up. My dear journal, I’m afraid of what will come with this new obsession [Redacted 2] has over Project Hail Mary.
I would love to talk to you some more, however, I desperately need to shower before my date night in the cinema with my two cuties tonight.