What was the last song you listened to?
I’ve just posted a song for today and I listened to it while writing the post, and that was the last song I listened. It was “You Lay Low” by Gurli Octavia and you can check it out in the previous post if you’d like.
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Hi hi peeps! 🙂
I’ve been MIA for a few days, but today I’m back with some music for you. Today’s song of the day post I’d like to combine with the post about celebrating my life because Bee over at The Bee Writes
is running the second Music Monday Blog Party which is an amazing opportunity to celebrate our lives and share some fantastic music.
So, as for celebrating my life, today I’m having a bit of a self care day. The last few weeks were rather tough for me, with all these exams and other stressing stuff. As you may know last Thursday I finally finished my school year, although my final exams are still to come. You could think I should be happy and relieved that finally the school is over and all, and I was incredibly relieved, but also was feeling incredibly depressed for the whole weekend, didn’t just have any energy and spent most of the time either sleeping or self-hating or overthinking or listening to Emilie Autumn. Maybe as the tension became slightly less my brain decided it’s time to slow down and depression was the result of it, I don’t know, but I was feeling really crappy. Today I’m still rather low, but my energy is higher and things don’t seem so overwhelming and hopeless hence I thought about a little self care day.
Actually the thing I’m mainly focused on today is snuggling with Misha. He seems to be very sociable today, is still with me. I had two cups of delicious coffee in the morning chatting a lot with Mum and a few hours ago we went to the confectionery nearby and had some incredibly yummy icecream, and then had a long walk. It’s very sunny today, but not hot, so it felt very nice. I am reading the only Jane Austen’s book I haven’t read before and it’s Sanditon. I love Jane Austen’s books, they always make me smile and I like her way of describing people. They’re light, but not so light that your brain turns off while you read them, if you know what I mean.
So that’s about how I celebrate my day today. I need to recharge because tomorrow we’ll have a BBQ with our extended family – I don’t know who came up with this silly idea you have to make BBQs in May – so I’m recharging before that happens and to get some energy for my finals, of which the first is coming on Friday. I’m sick of fear, but trying to not think about it more than I have to. At least my Dad has been very nice and offered us to drive us back and forth on Friday, so I’ll have to spend only one night there at that boarding school, from Monday to Tuesday, and that makes things much easier and more manageable than staying there from Friday to Tuesday. Of course my Dad doesn’t know how much of a deal is staying there for me, but he just has a day off work on Friday so it was his own suggestion to drive me and Mum and Zofijka will go with us too.
OK, so my song for today is “You Lay Low” by Gurli Octavia. Gurli Octavia is one of the artists I discovered very recently. She’s Danish and lives in Copenhagen.
KD writes about things people don’t understand about migraines. As a migraine sufferer, I also strongly wish more people understood them.
What I feel like people with migraines wish others understood about the experience:
1) it isn’t just a really bad headache. I promise we aren’t exaggerating the pain. And usually we are severely downplaying the pain so we can keep functioning (if you can call it that).
2) migraine sufferers don’t refuse medicine because we’re not in pain. We refuse medicine because once it’s a migraine, medicine will only upset the stomach more and won’t do anything for the head.
3) migraines are whole body experiences, even though it’s just considered neurological. At their worst I can spend an hour or hours with my head in a trash can or over a toilet throwing up because any little sensation is excruciating. I know some people have it even worse. I know some people have migraines that can last days or even weeks.
4) to go along with 3…migraines make sound…
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Hi! 🙂
Today I have another Welsh language song for you. I really like it and I hope you’ll enjoy it too. 🙂
Hi all! 🙂
So today I have another song by Cara Dillon for you, the last one in that Cara Dillon little series. It’s a very popular and, as far as I know, a widely known Irish song.
It was written by the Irish singer and songwriter Tommy Sands and it’s based on a true story. It’s about the situation during political conflict in Ireland referred to as “the troubles”. During that time there was a particular clash between Catholics and Protestants in Ireland, apart from having different beliefs they had differing political views which as far as I know led to a lot of misunderstandings and issues between these two groups. But despite of that, Tommy Sands describes the story of two friends (whose names are changed in the song), who were still friends despite different beliefs and views and they both were also Sands’ friends. Until the one of them who was protestant was killed by republican paramilitaries. Loyalist paramilitaries wanted to do the same in retaliation for a catholic, and ironically, one of the friends who was Catholic – Sean – was killed by them.
That’s a sad story, but the song is beautiful and I love Cara Dillon’s version, actually this is the only version of this song I’ve ever heard.
So many brilliant names here. My favourites are Camellia, Celestia and Cornelia, and I also really like Clementine, but I like it much more when it’s pronounced with -een, the pronounciation with -ine is much more popular I guess though.
Is there anything you’d like to tell me, or any question you want to ask me?
I’m gonna tell you guys things that I want to tell you at the moment.
My answer:
Hmmm, there could be a lot of things I could tell you, my lovely readers. First of all I’d like to thank you once again for the fact you are here, reading all of my scribbles and for all your likes and comments. I am thankful for all of you – those already 103 followers (yippeee!!!! thanks) and those of you who don’t follow me but still read my blog more or less often. And I am thankful for each one of you separately, all of your reading, likes, comments and follows, that means so much to me. You probably already know that I had a few other blogs before this one, they were much more humble, I even had one Polish blog on WordPress, but I’ve never got so many followers and I could only dream about so many comments and likes, it was in a big part due to my very poor idea as for how to promote myself and that although there are many blogs on Polish blogs, interactions on them are, usually, fairly poor. SO when I came here to the English language WordPress community, I felt shocked immediately, since I was getting likes actually immediately after I published my first post, and it was something I absolutely wouldn’t expect after my experiences with Drimolandia (that was how my previous blog was called). So yeah I’m so thankful for all of you.
What else can I tell you, I think I can tell you a bit about my day. So again, unfortunately, it is a Zombie day. Ughhhh. For those of you who may not know, Zombie day is how I call every day after a night of no sleep. ‘Cause well you literally feel and perceive the world a bit like a Zombie then, don’t you? I hate it so much, but not much I can do about it. It’s after 9 AM now and as for now I feel pretty decent and not sleepy at all, but I know that if I want to keep it this way or at least similarly I’d soon have to help myself with a coffee or two. In my case catching up on sleep during the day isn’t a good option and I do it only when I’m so exhausted that my brain falls into pieces and can’t function anymore because it doesn’t help my sleep cycle to settle and most probably I’d have another night of poor sleep ahead. So I’ll just have to get through it and then go to sleep possibly early hoping my sleep cycle will set up properly at least for a while. Shit I wonder what I’ll do if one of the days when I’ll have my finals will be a Zombie day. That would be a nightmare, but I guess that since I can’t do much about it, I shouldn’t think too much about it as it won’t help. So during that sleepless night I was reading a very interesting book, in Swedish. Almost half a year has passed since the last time I read a book in Swedish, so decided it is definitely a time to change it, and this book seemed so cool. It’s called “Konsten Att Vara Ela” (The art of being Ela) and it’s written by Johanna Nilsson. It’s kinda psychological novel about a girl, or actually a woman, who is very lost in her life, her family has fall apart and she can’t accept it, she isn’t really a grown up and she doesn’t want to be, she wants to be crazy, wild and free and so she’s criticised by her family. She generally feels very lonely, but then she finds a little, neglected girl called Klara whose mum is a druggie and homeless and can’t take care of Klara So Ela takes care of her. And she generally starts to change. Don’t know where it all is going yet, as I’m still in the middle, but it’s very interesting. My Mum woke up very early so I gave up on trying to get at least some little bit sleep in the morning and got up to, it was like 6. We talked about Zofijka’s school. Mum always talks to me about all her issues, that’s nice, well I mean I appreciate it because I guess it has to mean she trusts me, but she also almost always asks me for advice, and this time it was so too. Zofijka’s having lots of trouble at school, with her friends, and Mum doesn’t know what to do about it and how to be objective. The problem is I don’t know either, as I am not a children specialist and don’t plan to be one ever, so I just told her to go with her instinct and she was like oh wow yes you’re right I’ll do so thank you! like I said something extremely original and completely new, which made me kinda confused. 😀 But maybe that’s how it feels for her and if so, I’m glad I could help her. Then also Zofijka came and we all talked about it. She’s so poor, I really feel for her for all these stupid school affairs she’d been thrown in. That’s very complicated plus it’s her thing so I won’t go in the details here, I’ll simply tell you that it is a classic school issue. Because she’s different, has a different view on lots of things, because we as a family are different so she has a slightly different upbringing or way of life or call it what you want and a little different outlook on some things than all of those so very typical kids in her class, she’s now not liked in her class apparently by anyone. And she’s actually alone. It is a big deal for such a social butterfly who is made for and get used to be always in the limelight. And it’s hard to be wise in such situation, you know. Because she also isn’t a docile angel, and can be very moody, bossy, egocentric and stuff, so as we suppose, part of the guilt for why they don’t like her is on her side too. Zofijka was so stressed out that she didn’t even go to school yesterday, Mum actually drove her, but as she got out of the car she started to cry desperately and keep saying she doesn’t want to go to school, so Mum let her stay, if things are so very stressful, one day shouldn’t make much of a change. Today she did go to school though and on her own and I really hope things will be improving. There are always some kind of affairs in Zofijka’s class and somehow she s always involved in them, don’t really know if by her own choice or accidentally and don’t know what to think about it. Now there are only Mum and me and Misha inand I think I’ll soon have that coffee.
And the question I want to ask you, other than the main one is, what do you like the most on my blog?
So yeah, very curious as for your answers for both these questions.
So as I told you guys today I also have for you a song by Cara Dillon. This one is also a traditional Irish song, apparently was particularly popular in Ulster, in modern times it was popularised by the band called The Chieftains. I really like Cara’s version.
Tell us…
1. The problem with you in 5 words.
I’m too complex and conflicting.
2. 5 things you want in life.
Learn all my languages and do lots of interesting and useful things with them, have something to do as a job which would be satisfactory and not too much anxiety provoking, experience at least one real friendship and romantic relationship, not live too long, be happy. 3. 5 things you need to quit.
Overthinking, escapism, pessimism other than defensive, people pleasing, sleeping or not sleeping at not civilised hours. 4. 5 things you require in a lover.
Creativeness, intelligence, sense of humour, sensitiveness, protectiveness. 5. 5 things you are tired of.
School, anxiety, nightmares, my Dad’s constant ranting, anything to do with mathematics. Bonus: What 5 things will you never share on social media?
My first name before I legally changed it, my phone number, my address, my mental health issues in detail, my pictures other than in profile or something like this. It also depends what kind of social media it is, whether are there any people I know and from where I know them, and how public the information is, but these are things I wouldn’t share completely publically in places like Facebook or Twitter or other big social medias. https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2018/04/23/tmi-tuesday-april-24-2018/
Today, or for some people, like me, yesterday, was/is #WYF, over at Revenge Of Eve
and this time it’s about our favourite food/meal/style of food.
THe problem with my favourite food or meal is that I’ve never had just one that could be my absolutely most favourite number one food/meal. I have a lot of them and it’s really hard to say what’s more and what’s less. But some of my most favourites of most favourites are olives, red pepper, chips, Silesian dumplings, chicken soup, spaghetti, crisps, chocolate, almonds, salted nuts… oh so many things.
As for meals, my ideal big meal would be something like: very spicy chicken soup with homemade noodles, a chicken breast (it’s the best the way my Mum does it, in almond flakes) with chips and fresh, well seasoned Chinese cabbage, and some Pepsi, or kefir will do to. I don’t think I’d manage a dessert too, I usually don’t eat a lot at once and I’m stuffed very quickly, but if I’d be able to eat it, ideally it would be either Toffi cake or a jelly with fruit – blueberries would be the best, or peaches, or grapes, well anything except for bananas, avocado or papaya would be cool – and maybe a little bit of whipped cream on the top.
As for the style of food I like, to put it simply I just like spicy food. Not everything on Earth that is spicy maybe, but yeah, I love a lot of spicy things. Therefore it’s predictable I like Mexican cuisine, as well as Indian. I also like mediterranean food, particularly Italian. And OMG a few years ago I was in a Moroccan restaurant. I was at the boarding school then and it was my birthday and a person that was visiting me from time to time to make my life more manageable took me there and there was so much yummy food, I still can’t get over it lol. Pity I was only once there and hadn’t have much experience with Moroccan cuisine besides that episode. 😀
Today’s quote is:
“Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”
Hans Christian A ndersen
What is your favourite type of tree?
My answer:
Actually, I’ve never thought much about it. Since I know that my Celtic tree sign is cypress, I have some liking for cypresses, but that’s not like I have a deep love for these trees, so I don’t know if I could call it my favourite tree.
Since we moved here, I also developed some kind of special relationship with acacias. I know it’s not everywhere this way, but here in Poland our streets are named either after some famous people, or pretty randomly, after places that you can find there or nearby, after where they can lead you, after how they look, I’ve even came across a town where the streets were called after famous cartoon characters lol. And, in the town where we live now, or more exactly here in the outskirts, in the part of this town where we live, most streets are named after trees. Pretty randomly I guess, because as far as I know, there aren’t any apricot trees on the Apricot Street, nor any birch trees on the Birch Street. My street is literally called Acacia Street, and, as far as I know, there weren’t any acacias either here. Until we moved here. ‘Cause my Mum decided that since it is Acacia street and it’s such a nice name, there should be some acacias and she planted some in our garden. I thought it’s very cool. We have a lot of other trees here too, especially pines, my Mum loves pines, particularly more since I’ve told her that pine tree is her celtic tree sign. I also told Mum, a bit ironically, that if our street is called Acacia Street, so maybe we also should call our house, as people in England or Canada did, or maybe still do. I was pretty surprised when she took it seriously and said it is a good idea and started pondering about the name. At first I thought the idea itself is a bit snobbish, but generally I think you couldn’t find a less snobbish person than my Mum anywhere, so I guess it would be OK for her, if someone would thought she did it because she’s a snob, they would just have to be stupid or not know her at all. And so she thought we’d call it Acacia Hill, but, wait, we don’t have any hills here. 😀 But we have a river running through our backyard, so I came up with Acacia River and my Mum was thrilled, although for me it seemed a bit odd at first to call the house a river, but well, I like odd things, so, why not? We told Dad about our idea and he said it’s a “total nonsense and stupidity”, but even though he made kinda little signboard of Mum’s design with the name “Acacia River” and some other graphic stuff on it. 😀 As you can guess, people always comment on it, but are even more shocked as they enter our house, especially those who have seen it before we finally settled in. So yeah, I think I can say my favourite tree is acacia.
And then I also like jasmine. I know it’s more of a shrub than a tree, but well, does it really matter so much if you’re not a xylologist? I am talking not only about that jasmine that perfumes are made of but also about mock orange. Don’t know how about English-speaking countries, but in Polish language these two plants are always confused. Mock or ange is called jaśminowiec, but everyone calls it jaśmin colloquially, while in fact jaśmin is the name for jasminum. That’s at least what my grandad told me, I’ve never gone deeper into it. Anyway, I like jasmine for its smell, I like jasmine perfumes, I like the name Jasmine, I just like all about it. And I like jasminum. It grows on my grandparents backyard, or earlier mine, as I lived there –
or my parents and siblings did anyway – for my entire childhood. They have a lot of trees there and when I was little my grandad showed me them all regularly and taught me how to differentiate them, 😀 that was fun, and this jasminum is my most favourite, it smells so beautiful and looks so nicely.
What is your favourite tree? 🙂
Hi guys! 🙂
Today I will most probably share with you two songs, so, be prepared, but for now, here is a song from Cara Dillon. Also I’d like to do a little series with Cara’s music, since there is more than one song I’d like to share with you, and, as always in such cases, it’d be a crime to pick just one, so in the next few days you can expect me to post some more songs by Cara.
Cara Dillon is from Ireland, she is a sister to Mary Dillon, who is also a singer and a leader of a Celtic folk band Deanta. Cara is also in a relationship with a musician Sam Lakeman, with whom she’s been collaborating, for some time under tHE NAME Polar Star. She is known for interpretations of popular Irish traditional songs and for her clear, youthful and melodious voice which I really am a fan of.
If you’re curious what Dubhdara means, it’s a Medieval Irish name meaning “dark oak”.
Anel writes about some of the situations she got in with some ignorant people. I guess anyone who is blind/visually impaired will be able to relate, and I think it can be a very interesting and maybe educating read for those of you who aren’t.
This week at work, one of those incredibly awkward blind moments happened to me. I was trying to walk around someone and didn’t see that the person had actually stopped in front of me to smile and wave… He then just assumed that I was rude until others explained that I am blind and could therefore not see his “hello wave”. Anyway, that got me thinking of other blind moments and while some leave me laughing a little at how uncomfortable it was for everyone involved including me, others annoy me to wits end. What follows is the most awkward things about being me.
While there are so many to choose from, my mind keeps circling back to a few particular incidents, that happen over and over again and every time is just as bad as I remembered.
1 No matter where I go, someone always wants to pray for…
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It’s Sunday Social at Rachel’s. Come join and mingle a bit. 🙂
Sunday Social is a place to mingle, collaborate, and share our blogs. Sunday Social is one more place where you can share a post that maybe didn’t get as much feedback as you were hoping for. Sunday Social is a place to meet new bloggers.
This weekly post is a “wild card” of sorts. There aren’t many rules but I do ask that you follow a few guidelines.
How do you participate?
It’s very easy.
Voila! That’s it.
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Time for another quote in the challenge. I fully agree with it.
“I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to”.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Have you ever had to deal with any kind of pests, in your house?
My answer:
In the house we lived in previously, there was a while when we had to deal with mice. And no Misha wasn’t with us yet, and even if he would be, I really doubt he’d be able to hunt mice and do something about it. My room was in the attic and they particularly liked it. It was so that I’ve never had more than one at a time in my room, but after we managed to catch it and put it out of action, soon another mouse replaced it. I am not afraid of mice, but I was quite concerned about it, my Dad didn’t seem to be able to catch them easily, I didn’t know what to actually expect from them, I’ve had a lot of all kinds of wires in my room and was afraid what if they’d bite them or something. Plus they were extremely annoying. They were silent during the day, so that it made it more difficult to find them, and activated at night, maybe weren’t noisy, but still, those weird grates they made were annoying and sometimes wouldn’t let me fall asleep which pissed me off greatly. Sometimes – like when my anxiety was higher or when Dad had to get up for work at night – Mum would sleep in my room on the matress and we both were entertaining ourselves with imaginings what if that mouse would come out and decide to “make friends” with my Mum. She’s generally afraid of such little creatures, more of spiders than mice, but still. Luckily it wasn’t a long period, but it was rather pissing off.
When I was at the boarding school, there were some cockroaches there. I didn’t realise there were cockroaches until I was 8 and when I moved rooms for one of the multiple times I was moving rooms there. I just came back from home, a lot later than usual, it was after 10 PM so actually all the other girls that were already in were in beds and one of the staff had to open the building for me and my parents and she notified me that from now I am no longer in the room I was but in a different one. When I was making my bed in that new room, it was like 12 pm and I was quite surprised when I saw something small and hideous sauntering leisurely on the matress under the coverlet. I had no idea what it is, I just knew it was gross and that I have to get rid of it, so I just grasped it quickly and rushed to the bathroom, crumpled it and threw the stinkard into the loo. Yuck! I remember I washed my hands for about 5 minutes afterwards. No one else was around at that time so that was all I could do. I didn’t know it was a cockroach and I didn’t observe it or wonder what it could be, but so said my Mum when I told her about the situation. I’ve never had another direct meeting with a cockroach there, but lots of other people had and it was an issue. I’m glad I didn’t have to deal with it more, it was quite awful. 😀 Although my Mum said that if she was me she’d start to scream and wake up everyone, so I guess it could be much worse for some people.
How about your experiences? 😀
Hi guys! 🙂
Today I want to show you a song that I like a lot lately, it’s one of my newish discoveries.
Camilla Rosenlund is from Norway and although so far she haven’t released a lot, things she did release sound really promising and this is my favourite song by her. 🙂
What’s the time where you are now? Would you like a mug of coffee? Well here is 11 PM at this moment, so maybe not the best time for having coffee for most people, but who cares. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll make you a mug of strong black coffee, or a cuppa some more delicate latte, or a mug of hot tea, or anything else. 🙂 I’ve been in Sleepland for most of the day and came back not so long ago, so I guess I’ll stay up late, so let’s have a chat. 🙂 Enjoy your drink. 🙂
If we were having coffee, I’d be nosy and ask you how you’re doing and what’s going on in your life right now…
So I’ve told you I’ve been to Sleepland today for a big part of the day. That’s weird, even if someone’s biological clock is as insane as mine, well if your biological clock is crazy it’s rather foolish to make it go nuts even more on purpose and sleep during the day. I usually don’t do that if I do’t have to. But I had to, I guess. I had an awful morning with lots of awful anxiety and lots of other awful stuff, just couldn’t focus on anything properly. Don’t know clearly what caused it. I usually take my anti-anxiety meds in the evening, I don’t know what’s wrong with them or with me but most of them make me so very groggy and drowsy, I thought it’s not just me for a long time, but now I see most people who are on anti-anxiety meds and with whom I talked about it don’t have it so bad. Maybe it’s somehow related to my always low blood pressure, dunno. Anyway, because of this I rather try to avoid taking them during the day, especially if I have something important to do, or requiring. My regular anti-anxiety medication has been Hydroxizine, but if a situation is particularly bad, I also take Afobam. Afobam also makes me less groggy – which I find weird because technically it’s stronger – so usually when I’m very anxious during the day and just need something to help me, I’ll usually take Afobam. It doesn’t make me sleepy as Hydroxizine always does. But since I’ve been using it more than usual lately with the session going on and it’s apparently pretty addictive, I wanted to be careful and took a Hydroxizine, the more that it’s weekend so I can do whatever I want. I even started doing my Welsh challenge afterwards and completed it, but felt more groggy every minute, as if I hadn’t slept for days, so as I did my Welsh, I quickly packed all my goods and chattels and got on the plane to Sleepland and getting lost in Sleepland for hours. And boy did I have weird dreams! They were weird, but funny, or beautiful, or creative, or just cool. That’s another weird thing I guess because as far as I know, people usually don’t remember or even don’t have any dreams when they’re on sleepling/anti-anxiety pills. I usually don’t have them too, but today I’ve had a real abundance of dreams. Quite a few of them had to do with my current music crush Gwilym. Obviously I love having dreams with my crushes, especially if they’re bright and clear – dreams, not crushes. I haven’t had many dreams with Gwilym until now, which I thought was sad, I usually dream about my crushes a lot, since they iare a huge part of my life, inspire me, motivate me, and so on and so forth. The term crush isn’t actually accurate, I think I’ll have to come up with something more fitting. You’re lucky guys, because somehow I haven’t talked a lot about my crushes on here yet, especially in comparison to my old, Polish blogs. I just used to write about them sooo much. Don’t know what happened that I don’t do it now, maybe am too busy with these finals and stuff, but… things may change as my feelings for all of my crushes, but mostly for Gwil, since he’s my newest crush, are still as strong as they were back then. I also used to describe at least some of my dreams with my crushes on those old blogs, or parts of these dreams that were sharable and easy to explain to an incidental reader in detail. Now I won’t do it though, they were pretty intricate and very many. Anyway, I’ve had such a fantastic trip to Sleepland, and, until I got back, everything changed and started to look much better, and my anxiety, or most of it, I guess it got lost somewhere in the middle of my journey and haven’t found me until now so, shall we celebrate.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that, ugh, my finals are coming and it’s so awful. As I told y’all last time at the coffee share, I’m not as much afraid of the results, will I pass or not etc. but the whole process is much more frightening for me. I just so desperately want it to be over!!! Luckily, my exam session at school is over, I passed my last exam on Thursday. Now we’ll have the end of the school year next Thursday and I pray to not have to be there till the end of all those celebrations. They plan on doing some slideshow presentations, my term plans, I mean, so I’d have to just sit there and pretend how very interested in everything I am, while anything I could be interested with at least theoretically is visual. 😀 I’ve also heard there will be some meeting, with coffee and cake and stuff… ughhhh! my “dream” will come true. I just absolutely LOVE eating in such official situations. I don’t even feel like I know these people well enough, I’ve been learning at home for two years, and during my first year at this school, I just felt like I’m invisible, ’cause hardly anyone besides some more sensible teachers and one guy in my class talked to me just because they wanted, the rest did it only when they really had to or didn’t do it at all. I’m curious though what they will be talking about. About school? 😀 Because usually when I heard any conversations they had, they were about school and stuff we need to do for school, which is normal, because what can a group of completely different people with their own adult lives talk about when they’re at school? My Mum is also very happy at the prospect of it and feels this situation in a similar way, at least that was what she told me. She likes socialising in general, but she also doesn’t know these people and she says she thinks it’ll be incredibly stiff to just sit there and sip coffee with all the students and teachers. In my opinion, drinking coffee together is something rather… hmm, maybe not intimate, but… I’d say reserved for our friends and close ones, just those we trust and feel comfortable with, right? Yeah… I’m glad you agree with me. 😀 So let’s have some more coffee, shall we? Anyway, I really hope we won’t have to go through all that socialising shit just because the school year is finally over and I can be free.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’m quite worried about my Mum lately. A few weeks ago I was mentioning she had gastroscopy and colonoscopy and how it scared me, yeah, even thinking of gastroscopy makes me feel like a jelly lol, and this week she got the results. And they say she most likely has coeliac disease. Well that’s surely better than cancer, or some other things that were coming to our minds, but still, it’s a serious thing. And it would make a lot of sense because she has anemia all the time and nothing in the world seems to be able to change it. They say she needs to do some other more speciffic tests for coeliac disease, I’d be so relieved if they would be negative.
So, because I’m so damn nosy, let me ask you again, how are you doing this week? How’s your weekend going? What would you tell me if we were having coffee? 🙂
Hope you enjoyed your coffee and the coffee share. :*
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1. New… things are… coming. Soon I’ll be taking my finals and I’m curious what will come afterwards. I have no ideas, to be totally honest.
2. I love to…. listen to my music on the…. road to anywhere I go by car. When my Mum drives she usually listens to her own music, and I listen to my own, and that’s OK for both of us. We still talk to each other though, especially if we go somewhere further.
3. When I was a child, I loved to play… with balls. Glass balls, iron balls, usually. Or figurines, I had a lot of glass figurines. I hardly ever played with dolls and although I had quite a lot of stuffed animals, I usually just slept with them, not played.
4. One… day I… would love to speak all my most favourite languages, and maybe even some more, that are not strictly among my most most favourites.
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