I've been thinking lots about your mouth

Hiya! It's exactly one week left until Dublin, and it appears that Ed Sheeran had a secret gig in Dublin just yesterday. Oh god how I fumed when I first read about it. If only, arg! Anyway, yesterday the self titled CD by The 1975 arrived in our mail. I ordered it a few days ago because I've actually wanted it for a really long time now. I listened to it whilst watching my sister play the Sims yesterday. And during, I kept commenting the songs by adressing "Matty" (meaning: Matthew Healy, the lead singer in the band). For example: "what are you even singing, Matty?". I never said I am sane. Tomorrow will be my last day at my summer job, except not really? Just the end of the summer job aspect of the job. But it'll be good to have some time off. Oh, and I can't wait to see my nephew. Also can't wait to cut my hair. And to see their dog. The only negative thing is that the weather is going to change for the worse (in my opinion) the few days they're here. Just their luck, really. Erm, I think the tree outside my house has grown? I feel like the branches are closer to my window. Maybe one day I'll be able to reach out to it. Except I hope not, I wouldn't really feel safe with such a big tree looming over me. To be honest, if it's ever struck with lightning and falls down towards my house, I'll probably die. Right, onto more happy subjects-- I had a really great day at work today. Though it felt exhausting, most of my patients were doing good. Because we were more people today, I had less patients to care for, and I really took my time with my patients. And it was just so nice, because I felt like I was able to do so many more things than I usually am. Also, I just feel like I interacted with so many patients today. Just- I had a really good day at work today. I think I am going to turn in quite soon, because I really want to sleep. Maybe read a few pages of that Bridget Jones book first though, because I don't know if I'm able to read 300 pages tomorrow before the visitors will come (I mean, in theory I can. But I probably have to spend some time cleaning and other things). Right, good night. At least good night to myself. 

You're losing your words. We're speaking in bodies

(Picture numero uno: from Dublin City Guide by Lonely Planet. Picture numero dos: from Dublin Gatelangs). Hiya people! I started my morning at 7:00 am in hope to get out of the house before my father woke up. Not that I hate my father, but I couldn't think of how to say no to him if he were to ask me to go driving. Plus as I did write the other day, I am trying to finish reading the Bridget Jones book. And I thought maybe I'd do that at the library. Instead I read the travel books about Dublin, and kudos to Lonely Planet, because they've written a really witty travel book. I found myself laughing along quite a few times (might be because I'm a dork though..). I do always enjoy time in the library, and I think it's fun to just roam the shelves and sit down to look through books. It was peaceful, until my bladder was about to explode. So I went to the mall because it was nearing lunch time as well. When successfully emptying my bladder (hey you shouldn't take it for granted being able to pee), I went to buy myself a cinnamon bun. I will admit that I have not been eating very good the past few weeks, and I can't even begin to count how many times I've skipped out on exercise. But you know, be kind to yourself sometimes. Seeing as I was at the mall, I figured I'd look around for a bit. And I very nearly bought myself some wine glasses. I just couldn't find them in the colour I wanted, so eventually I gave up on the attempt to buy wine glasses. Perhaps it was a sign, I don't know. I told my brother about this, and he replied that it wasn't smart to buy house stuff until I get a place of my own. I just said that it's my obsession, and that I am quite restrictive. I mean, I could have bought so many things already, but I've not, because of the following question: "do you have space for it?". Most of the time my answer is no. I continued reading about Dublin once I got home. At one point I asked my brother if he'd consider coming along for karaoke. He said: "no. Besides, I already did," and then proceeded to show me a picture of him holding a microphone to his mouth. His mate, who was sat beside him, was red from laughing. I asked which song he was singing, and my brother said he didn't know because it was in Polish. Right now I've been watching my sister play the Sims, because that's what I like to do on my days off. There's only two days left until Lynx and co comes to visit. And then it appears that both I and my brother are leaving for travels the 7th of August. Which is in eight days (!). I've yet to start thinking about what to pack. You know what strange thing happened to me when I was sat at the library? I sort of had this thought that I really wanted to be at school reading. This is a rarity, but yes, today at 10:30 am, I had a strong wish to be at school. Another strange, and probably a lot more strange: the other day I dreamt that I had a penis. And like, there were two of me? One with regular equipment, and one with a willy. It was really strange, because I was the real me, but then I was also the willy-me, but I could be both at the same time too? Oh well, I am going to spend the rest of my day off watching my sister play the Sims, read fan fiction and the Bridget Jones book. Basically just chill out. 

Every night I'm losing you in a thousand faces. Now it feels we're as close as strangers

He said he fell in love with you the moment he saw you smile at the sky. Only a week after you met. You wake up one day, and you can't remember your life without him in it. All those days you used to spend alone, are suddenly filled with him. You're doing everything together. He's there when you wake up, and he's there when you fall asleep. It's all so quick, and although you're terrified, you let yourself fall in love with him. But the thing is: he has a very big heart, and he falls in love quickly and intensely. One day when you're doing the laundry together, he'll be chatting to you about that person he met on the tube home on Tuesday evening. And he'll ramble on about how they were hilarious and that he got their number. There's this little unpleasant drag behind your sternum, but you ignore it in favour to smile at that stupidly gorgeous boy in front of you. It doesn't take long until he's fallen in love with the person he met on the tube. And it's then you realise how much space you made for him. In your life, in your heart. It makes your chest hurt, because his love was so overwhelming and great. But maybe you already knew how it would end anyway, maybe that's what your chest was trying to tell you when he first told you about this person who could make him laugh so hard that he started crying at 8:00 pm on a Tuesday. You don't spite him because you know it's just in his nature, maybe he loves in a different way than what you do. He still loves you, and you still love him. Just not in the same way. 

I swear she's destined for the screen, closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen

Hullooo! I still don't think I'll ever be able to pass a driver's test, and I didn't read more of the Bridget Jones book yesterday. I also skipped out on exercising, and I had a lot of crisps instead. However, I did spend a lot of time reading up on Dublin whilst watching my sister play The Sims yesterday. You know how I'm a big fan of Niall Horan? Well, he spends a lot of time golfing-- but I never thought much of it because he's a fan of a lot of different sports (football, boxing, golf, rugby, etcetera). But when I was looking at maps of Dublin /Ireland yesterday, I was amazed by the amount of golf clubs. So it might not just be a coincidence that Niall is such a big fan of golfing. I jokingly said to my sister "maybe I'll get the others to join me at golf". It was a joke, because I've only ever held a golf club once in my life, and that was in the back yard of my childhood friend's house about a decade ago. It's been very nice having the weekend off, and I can't wait for Friday to come again. I've got the late shift today and then the early shift tomorrow, so it'll probably be a bit tiring. Luckily I have Wednesday off. My goal for this week is to finish the Bridget Jones book before Lynx and co comes, because I don't think there will be much reading done then. Also, I've still got two other books on my side-table, waiting to be read. There's only ten days left until Dublin, and I ought to start thinking of what to pack. Because Dublin is apparently a very weather-changing place, which is the most difficult thing to pack for, I think. It's seventeen days left until I start school, and I'm a bit stressed, because there were so many things I was supposed to do before I start. Blah, it'll be alright anyway. Oh the picture is of the face mask I used yesterday. It was one of the bits I got in my birthday present from Volla. I've never tried an actual cloth mask before, so it was quite interesting. I have to go grab something to eat now, and prepare for a day of work. Have a good ol' Monday x. Reflect on all the things you've actually accomplished in your life. It's quite amazing, and you should be proud of yourself. 

having trouble with the right words, but you tell me with your eyes

The other day a co-worker showed me the trailer for 50 Shades of Grey. I said it looked intense and she agreed. She asked if I had ever read it, and I answered "no, but a lot of my friends have". I'm not a book snob, I don't point out books saying that they are horrible. But I don't think I'll ever read 50 Shades of Grey. Because I've only heard that it's basically a bad fan fiction, and I've read enough of those. What's scary, is the sudden popularity of the trilogy(?). Not only grown ups have read them, but teenagers. And believe it or not, books have influential powers. Yesterday I came across this post on Tumblr about the movie, and I just think it's so true. "Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture" (1). Sorry for this ramble, but I don't think people realise the importance in the influence of books. Good on you if reading these books will make you more open for new things. But for some people who are young, more insecure and unsure of themselves- they might think "oh, so that's how I have to be in order to please". Anyway, I woke up around 8:30 am today, and it's been nice sleeping a bit more than usual. I stayed in bed and read a few fan fictions, before my dad knocked on the door. "C'mon let's go drive," he said. I got out of bed, had my brekkie, and then we went to drive. This time it was the car with manual transmission, and when I got into the car I was a bit unsure if I actually remembered how to drive it at all. Today I practised changing gears and parking. I still can't see how I'm supposed to manage to pass a driver test, like ever. Anyway, once we got home, I very nearly crashed one of the side-mirrors into the garage. But it went well in the end, and I'm happy about today's progress. Throughout the whole day thus far, it's been lighting and thunder. And for a bit there was a lot of rain, in which Monchita and I decided to go run around in the garden. I put on my bikini and ran outside to the grass where Monchita and I did some gymnastics whilst looking at the lightning. My mum was shouting for us to come back inside, and in the end I did because it was getting a bit too chilly for me. I can't wait for Lynx and co to come this Friday. I want to chop off my hair so badly. Once to change your hair regularly, I find that you long for change more often. I've only got four days left of work: tomorrow, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. And then I have just less than two weeks off. I think I might spend some time trying to make plans for Dublin, and then attempt to finish the Bridget Jones book. Oh and I think I might have a face mask tonight, just because "I'm worth it". Lols, have a great Sunday!