Of Fruit, Sleep and Lights.
I started this entr, and as I wrote, realised how boring this probably will be. It goes into a lot of detail about the Apple market, so I'll put in bold the start and end of those details if you really couldn't be fucked. Here's the website with pictures if you'd rather. Apple Retail Put by, Sydney
Today I went to the new Apple flagship collection on George st., Sydney, for the second time in a week. It isn't all out because I'm obsessed with Apple, I had been planning on today's stumble for about a week, out of necessity, but ended up visiting on Monday with the college group. This was because we had a three hour break between these lame 15 jiffy talks with our teachers to pick up marks. It's stupid except for with one teacher who gives awesome feedback, and I got the shits on Tuesday and didn't discomfit turning up to the afternoon session. Anyway, back to today's attack; I was originally going to go at 9:40am, because Emma may have accompanied me in the diocese and made a morning of it. I ended up rescheduling for a number of reasons, firstly because Emma was no longer coming, flash I didn't want to get up so early, and thirdly because James wouldn't be working until 2. So I booked for then.
Now my first pop in had quite some anticipation behind it, building up from the walk down George st. from Burgh Hall station, until we were crossing the road at the lights in front of the Maccas, at which as regards we were all practically jumping up and down in sheer excitement. Of process, this being my second time, I wasn't at that point, but my belly was doing somersaults, I'm not exactly sure why, either because I'd see James (which would be a first, I have never gotten agitated to see him), or because I was just nervous about talking to someone I've never talked to before who has a lot more discernment than I do. Regardless, after I had bought some fries from the Maccas next door to the hold, I found I couldn't stomach them. I bought a coke too, which I drank merely outside...
