Lily, cafes and Scorpios

A good old-fashioned blog post about the mediocre experiences in my daily life…

Part 1: If you think I'm shy, I'm not, I'm just quiet and silently judging all of you.

What a crazy week, it's been already. I was at least 30 minutes late for my orientation at the hospital, walking the wrong direction and had to march myself up to death's hill. I arrived panting and sweating in my black cardigan, immediately identified my fellow colleagues anticipating outside the main entrance, with the matching nursing uniforms, amalgamated the group and joined their convo, really casually.

Turns out there were another bunch inside. I wasn't late (Big suprise). Technically I was but, this time it wasn't my fault. Thank fuck. Thank the stars. Thank you.

A quick and failed attempt to break the silence with the lady sitting next to me from another university.. "This music is quite relaxing.." I said. We were greeted by a Scottish lad as pan flute music was playing from a YouTube tab, a video named "Beautiful and relaxing Celtic music" with a photo still resembling an etherealistic female elf from LOTR as we entered the room. I forgot my pen.

One Bob Kelso-positioned-mother-figured-lady, that appeared rather lovely, was attempting to encourage/motivate/inspire us and I've got to say, sort of working. Then a girl (not the girliest of girls) that pointed (a lot) taught us about washing hands. It was intimidating. She ended the presentation about stalking. I was scared for my life.

It was OH&S, fire drills and all that generic stuff.

Afterwards, I travelled alone, shopping for hair dye. Ended up buying it at Coles. I dyed my hair black-ish later that day. I felt a little bit like Lily in college from HIMYM.

Hey Liam, it's us.

Part 2: No, I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at myself in the reflection of the window.

I departed on a long-awaited journey to "Cawfee", a cool cafe, it was kind of an inside joke because me and Liam were walking pass that place one time, and we had another inside joke about saying "Coffee" (K-WARFF-EE) and "Cup of joe" in an American accent. It was a chill time, mostly because I was excited to see him again and we walked across the road to "Le Bon Choix" a pleasant obviously French patisserie.

Although the Frenchest thing I know how to say is from a song lyric by Art VS. Science:

Si'l vous plait ma cherie allez tombez la chemise!

Part 3: Walk past someone you used to know, feel that weird energy and just ignore them

Apparently, Scorpios can hold a grudge for eternity. I believe this is true. I'm not a huge believer, rather a little skeptical about astrology or whatever, but I want to believe it and pretend that things will go well and plus, I like being reassured, even if it's just a few words from a newspaper. Anyways, I did some research. This feels petrifying, but everything described on this website is somewhat/almost exactly spot-on. I'm an expert at hiding my feelings.

Scorpio is the most misunderstood of all astrology signs. They are all about intensity and contradictions. They like to be aware of a situation and always know what's going on, figuring this out with their probing mind, on the other hand, they are interested in the occult, the paranormal, conspiracy theories and other types of similar unknown mysteries. They are very capable of hiding their true feelings and motivations, they often have ulterior motives or a hidden agenda.

Random thought: I want to drink alcohol. Because I just finished the one class that I loathed the most. Cheers to that.

“Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them“

I think Bob Dylan said that.

“I’ll let you be in my blog if I can be in yours”

I said that.