A visit to the doctors. What happened to 'oh you're such a brave girl' and 'here's a sticker for you' ?

Mid-sem break. Hardly the middle of semester, at week 10 of 13. And of course I wouldn't be me if I didn't leave all my work till the last minute.

I've been going driving with Dad, in the past week. Not fun. He yells, I shut down, he yells more, I let go of the wheel cos he's taken over. In saying that, I have learned a great deal. For example, don't drive a car that's too big for you, because when you do the head-turning thing to check your blind spot, the rest of the car blocks your view. And never, ever think of Harry Potter and ensuing complexities whilst driving on a rural highway. Not if you like life.

We drove to Moe, a town about half an hour away. Mum was trying to give me encouraging advice, Dad was getting angry, the boys were arguing and the massive truck veering into my lane was scaring me. I don't mind people talking and shouting while I'm driving, as long as it's not at me. And I also appreciate being allowed to make the mistake, instead of just coming really close to about a hundred times.

There's something about making a mistake yourself. Like, you can definitely learn from being told by others, and from their mistakes. But when you do it yourself, you learn it in this sort of intrinsic way. That doesn't make sense - I mean that you LEARN it, not just learn it as a fact. Like, when you realise that one plus one does indeed equal two, as opposed to just knowing it. I think the term understanding may be appropriate.

Anyway. So we drove to Moe, cos that's where my appointment with the doctor was. I had to have some blood tests done, for iron, etc., so went to the pathology place and after about 10 minutes the lady comes out to take my papers and stuff. And she was talking to me in this really loud, slow voice, like yelling but not actually yelling, in my ear. I was frightened. She can't have been talking to me like that because she thought I didn't speak English, because I was clearly using English to try and appease her. Perhaps it threw her off, and she compensated for her ensuing confusion/insecurity by repeating herself even louder?

Or perhaps she thought I was delayed? But that can't be it. Because if someone doesn't speak your language, yelling at them and dumbing everything down is not going to get them to understand the words coming out of your mouth. So maybe she thought I was partially deaf and didn't want any of the important words lost in my state of not hearing? Maybe she thought I'd understand her sentences minus all the unnecessary bits like prepositions and conjunctions?

And all this about a week and a half after I decided to embrace the country. But then again, I'm really only open to the prospect of green, open fields, living on a huge block of land so I won't have to see anyone unless I choose to (excepting during grocery shopping). Seeing the fields and rolling hills on the way to uni every morning is so much - I don't know, freer? - than seeing the grey rush of the city. Not that I don't like the city. I don't know. I thought I was a totaly city girl, given I can't stand bugs...

I'm still pretty awesome. Haha, I remember I posted a goodnight message as my fb status, and next thing you know, everyone's doing 'em. And no one actually cares, unless it was catchy/witty/sweet/whatever, like mine was. Because quite clearly, if you are no longer online, you are not there and have presumably gone to bed, it being 12 am. Ah, world, you amuse me :D.

Ok, so I guess this is enough for one go :) Adios, amigos, and keep safe.

My world has lost its anchor. I suspect one of Nemo's friends.

I took Cupid's arrow
I stole the selkie's song
I sat by the window
And waited all day long

I watched the crowds pass
I watched the rain fall
But I didn't see
What I wished most of all

I dreamed the dreams
I whiled away the hours
I tried to forget
But my hopes it still devoured

I stood on the cliff
I cried into the sea
I searched the map
But still my love didn't find me

I forgot the dreams
I forgot the time
It took till the end before I knew
And turned to my right
I was already with you.

-S.

Bahaha.

Feeling a bit unappreciated, so I decided to follow myself on blogger. Yay!! I now have a grand total of *1* follower....who just happens to be me...Yes, I can see how that might seem a little sad....

Bigheaded Are The Arrogant, and Sorry Are The Wrong.

I just had a fb conversation with someone who made me realise that friends are people you can argue with, admit your mistakes to, and get over it, as opposed to make excuses and turn the argument around. And I'm glad I spoke to them, even though all of this is quite depressing .

I don't appreciate snobs, but then again, I can be a bit quick to judge. Sometimes, it's a genuine mistake. Other times it isn't. Sometimes it's not deliberate, but you get the hint. And then the person decides to get offended, and when you explain they act all ARGH. Like, you don't know whether to rip into them or cry or just walk away and never think of it again. Oh dear.

So, epic fail so far with the whole 'be nice to everyone no matter what'. I'm actually very annoyed with myself. Part of it is that people don't understand that I'm human, and that when I laugh it means I'm joking. But I admit that most of it is my fault. I expect everyone I speak with to be able to tell when I'm serious and when I'm not, and to understand me, and this is very selfish. So learn from my mistakes LOL. (That was me trying to make light of a blackhole-dark situation).

I wish I could just be NICE. Seriously, how hard can it be? There are heaps of nice people, and it isn't at all hard for them, or at least not from the outside. But at least they're likeable.

I really don't know what to do, so I'm going to go and read MLIAs. Here's a few I found amusing:

Today I decided to be mischievous and texted “I love your significant other” to a random number. The person replied “She loves you too, but it will never work out.” He wins. MLIA.

A few weeks ago, I decided to be clever and hide money in one of my pockets to surprise my future self. Today, I couldn't find that money and was angry with my past self. MLIA

Today, I was talking to my friend about food. My friend said "I love food." and I replied with "Me too, it's like all I eat!". There was a silence. Then we laughed. MLIA

Itchy Bees and Other Enchanting Stories

So, choosing an address for this blog was quite the ordeal. Why are the good ones always taken by people who haven't been active since the day they signed up?