Frazzled

My day consisted of running around filling out financial aid forms in my appointment, picking up forms, printing things off, returning library books, buying textbooks, buying stationary, going to the post office and emailing teachers.

I'm frazzled. I never use that word but it's perfect for how I feel. My fro is out and I'm drinking tea, it feels good to be home.

Something funny about today is, while I was waiting for my dad to pick me up, I was waiting behind a building that's lined with little cafes and African variety stores there. I was sitting down with my notepad and receipts making a list of today's expenses when a man came up to me. This is how our conversation went:

Him: Hello sister.How are you?
Me: Fine, thanks. *thinking: he's dressed like a pimp. i'm not interested go away*
Him: Are you a detective? writing so many things down haha
Me: I'm just writing down my expenses from today
Him: What are you doing here?
Me: Waiting for my dad to pick me up *emphasis on dad: hoping he takes the hint*
Him: Where do you work?
Me: I don't work, just study. Detective you're funny hahaha
Him: What university do you go to, sister?
Me: It's a tafe in the city.
Him: Ohh okay. I just finished from work now. I've just come here to socialise.
Me: With who???
Him: My friends at the cafe.*points*
Me: Ohh right.
Him: It was nice to meet you, sister *hand shake*

Update: Awww my five year old sister just came into my room with a sandwich she made for me. How sweet!

Update: just got home from a supermarket run with dad. I am now re-stocked in the bird seed department. Went with my dad and stopped at some coffee & shisha lounge along the way because my dad got a call from his friends brother to meet him there. It was weird, man. I mean. I walk in, on the right side there are a bunch of teens smoking shisha and talking. On the right there are a few adult couples smoking shisha and playing pool. I sit down far enough that I don't have to talk to anyone but close enough that I'm not away from dad. I felt like everyone was staring at me. Turns out, I was right. Conversation with dad on our way out to the car:

Me: I have never seen this place before. I didn't know it was here.
      That was weird. As soon as you walk in everyone stares.

Dad: I think it's a pick up place. They chat, then pick up. That's why they stare.

Me: If I ever happen to walk in there again I should make sure the words "fuck off" are printed on my forehead.