I feel like I'm waiting on a train platform.

I am waiting for school to re-start. I'm waiting for info on a tafe course so I can be a quaified trainer by the end of the year so I can afford to look after my brother. I'm waiting for rental applications. I'm waiting for my mind to finish doing what it needs to do. I'm waiting for my surgery. I'm waiting to say hello.

I'm waiting for all the effort i've put into changing to pay off.

I'm making the most out of the time I'm spending waiting.

I guess thats what they call living..

I got derwent watercolour pencils and they are almost better than sex. Almost.

I carry around a little sketch book to draw random things in when I'm bored. I'm working on a watercolour of a mack truck - it was supposed to be on a 15 x 30 inch canvas but its not happening so it's going on A3 fancy paper to be framed instead. I hope dad likes it. Will post when done.