Today is friday, i;ve been home since tuesday morning. I think I have finally caught up on all my sleep.
Before i left perth i got my lip pierced and britta and i dyed lis' hair brown. Oh and i saw rach bailey in for a cider back at little creatures in freo. Once i was back in perth i met britta and lis at perth station. we went to price attack or somewhere like that were they have a hairdresser as well as all the take home boxes of hair dye. Lis spoke to the knowledgable hair master who told her that as a blondy blonde she had to put this stuff in her hair before dying it brown so it wouldnt go green, who knew? So we bought all sorts of boxes of colour and went on our way with a complicated list of things we had to do to not stuff up lis' hair. lovely hairdresser, so helpful.
Then we went to get my lip pierced. i really wanted a ring and wasn't keen on a stud but someone i met told me i could have a ring straight away so in we went. This was flatly rejected by the lady at the piercing place. She was very strict, giving me an epic list of things i wouldnt be able to do for either two weeks (alcohol and kissing) and 8 weeks (changing the stud) then she asked me one million health questions like 'are you lactating' and have you been drinking. due to the cider from earlier on she told me i;d have to have a quick snack and come back so i wouldnt vomit or pass out (which apparently happens on the regs) just as we were discussing this i started feeling a bit queasy, the place was underground and there was all this incense and heating. lis says 'romy?' and i thought she was asking me if i was ok. i look at her to tell her i'm fine as her eyes roll back and she falls, luckily into the arms of teh lady behind the counter who was surprisingly agile. we put lis on the floor and she looks like she is seizing, the lady asks 'is she epileptic?' shiiiiiit i didn;t know, well i did actually but at the time i worried that she might be. luckily she stopped and woke up. we fed her water and the lady brought her chocolate. so much excitement!
after chocolate milkshakes we went back for my 3.30 appointment. i was super nervy thinking that i would throw up, imagining all this blood in my mouth etc.. the actual room where they do it reminded me of the dentist. it didn't hurt at all, less than an injection. i thought he was just prepping the area but he was done. how underwhelming. so now it's been four days of having a pierced lip and i'm still talking like a bit of a spastic but it doesn;t hurt at all. 7 weeks and three days until i can change the black stud to a silver ring.
we asked the piercer man if we could take some of his medical plastic gloves but he said no. i thought he was joking until he never said, joking, here you go. very strict man. the chemist only had a box of 24 which would couldn;t afford (this was for dying lis' hair) so we got lots of free plastic bags.
back at the hostel we raided the kitchen for a bowl and a cup for mixing and measuring hiar ingredients. my towel was sacrificed. lis is now a brunette.
chris pointed out that my 'friends of convenience' necklace has fish bones on it. he told that his nickname is fish, how fitting.
Goodbyes were not fun. i haven;t improved at them, i always play it ridiculously cool and then feel awful as soon as the person has gone. i said goodbye to nicolas the night before, lis at 9, then chris and i went to the kitchen to see what we could make. all we came up with was teh delicious and nutritious meal of pasta and tomato sauce, of ketchup variety. Britta refused to join in, she jsut watched us and laughed at our pathetic meal.
Then Britta and Chris walked me to my 11pm bus. Chris carried my bag which was surprising and a little bit lovely. Perth highlight: you can get to the airport from the city for $1.50 with a concession card and $3 for normal people.
As soon as i got to the airport i discovered that my flight was delayed and wasn't going to take off until 2.30 am. There was not much to do in the airport. I found a toasted sandwich and that took me about an hour to eat with my piercing. then i wrote in my journal and eventually napped on the airport floor (all seats taken).
It was really upsetting thinking about finishing writing in my journal, i thought about keeping on writing in it once i got home but it seemed wrong. so i finished as we started landing. It felt like another goodbye to a new special friend.
i landed two hours late, poor mum, and there was steam coming out of my mouth as i waited 30 mins for tiger to start sending bags through. Bloody tiger makes you wait for luggage outside. freezing.
I wonder, where to next?
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