Sadly, I haven’t always been as fortunate as now in terms of love. Even though my experience is not that extensive, somehow I still managed to meet some jerks on the road, or let’s not be that bitchy – some good boys who acted as jerks in particular situations. Is that better? And I am not the only one; my girlfriends’ stories have honestly left me speechless (those who know me are aware how hard is this to achieve). Some of the phrases we have heard just made me wonder what the hell the personas we went out with even thought. Luckily, I was granted with permission to reveal some of those ‘Tell them, boys, bye’ encounters. Just to make it clear, I am not trying to expose or humiliate the boys, but rather to expose the idiocy of their actions so they do not repeat them with someone else. Don’t worry, guys, both ours and your names are changed. And some of yours – happily forgotten, but your nonsense will be remembered by us for the years to laugh at 😉
I am a lucky girl, no, wait, I am the luckiest one…yet the past couple of weeks felt like months, some days even like ages. I have had quite a few goodbyes in my life, especially in the last three years since I am abroad, nothing unusual for someone studying in a foreign country. Silly me, I thought I have mastered the art of ‘pretend-we-will-meet-tomorrow ‘ with my family and friends. Well, I admit, I still share some tears when my mum wishes me safe travel on the train/ bus station or at the airport. But as Sinéad O’Connor sings – nothing compares to…him.
This was one of the longest waits I have ever had in my limitted travelling experience with almost 8 hours spent at Stansted airport between my first and second flight . Well, I guess I should just be grateful I had a chance to come back home for the Easter holiday taking into account the fact that I bought the tickets at a reasonable price only five days before I flew. And I am glad! Anyways, I had an unbelievable amount of time to kill on my own and since at one point I was too tired to do something productive such as reading I began consciously observing the surrounding airport environment.
It’s one of those Monday mornings when so as to wake up I need a mug, yep a mug of coffee, a cup of the what is supposed to be an uplifting morning tea, a glass of water, a…well, you got the picture. While switching between the drinks (this would sound unappropriate in another context), I caught myself thinking of how I’d rather spend my morning…
A sweet boy once told me that the perfect day for him is the highly productive one. As much as I agree that the feeling of getting a job done and checking things out of your to-do list is indeed pleasant, I can sometimes be the embodiment of The Great Procrastinator… and at the same time be extremely efficient while doing that.
I swear this wasn’t the initial idea behind my post today! I realise that the following article is probably the cheesiest I have ever written but blame it on some recent events in my life and mostly on the song I heard this morning called ‘Любов/ Love’. I am not a huge fan of those singers and I’m not claiming that this is the most romantic or rich in musicality piece. It was just something I put as a background to my morning coffee and it somehow touched the romatic strings of my heart (puking from my own cheesiness).
I’m at Waterstones Cafe again and I finally managed to get the nicest right-in-front-of-the-window table with the amazing view towards Princes Street Gardens and the Castle. I came here as the place always inspires me and triggers my writing creativity (and because I had a group meeting for a uni project but that’s not the point). It’s a sunny day, sunny for Edinburgh at least, so I feel quite upbeat, an unfortunately rare state of mine in the last couple of weeks. I am still getting used to the fact that my 22nd birthday was five days ago. It got me thinking about maturity and having to get a grip of my life and my future, which are somehow slipping between my fingers recently. To be honest, It’s been a while since I last felt like such an overall failure, which of course doesn’t help in maintaining my status quo of a positive smiley person.