I got a clinical placement in a head & neck cancer department in a hospital working with laryngectomy patients & I’m so excited but so nervous!! Really hope I’m gonna have the stomach for it because I know this area can get pretty messy & it was probably my least favorite thing to talk about in classes. 😅 But now that I know this is the area I’m gonna be in for a while, I’m starting to become more interested. Very thankful to get more hands-on experience like this!
So I uninstalled Facebook (again and again), Instagram (this is the first time though. And I honestly can't remember my email address for IG. 😂) and all other social media app in this phone. Well of course, except for Tumblr. But I kinda wanted to the other night. I don't know. I just want to cut more social media in my life. The longest time I haven't signed in to Facebook was a month. And I want to break that record.
So I had this dream where my biological mom had actually met one of my characters who happens to be a mom, although this character mom is a foster mom. The character is Rhonda.
So my biological mom was harping at Rhonda for allowing me to cut her out of my life, I think...
I don't remember the argument exactly but I kind of remember Rhonda getting between me and my mom.
For those who don't know or may not know my character who you probably have see on my main blog which is @amestilskin , Bolt's biological mom whose name is Summer is based on my biological mom, and the relationship between Bolt and summer is not a very good relationship. They later split apart and stopped speaking to each other pretty much entirely and there is a grave reason for that but I won't go into it.
I've come to realize that my character Rhonda is a mom that I've always wanted. One that is supportive and understanding whereas my mom is not like that.
Rhonda had fostered and later adopted Bolt when she was a kid... And that's actually rather complicated to explain so I won't dive into that either.
Grenade was tossed through my window when I got back to my cabin this morning.
Nobody was hurt and nothing overly damaged. But I’m clearly making somebody nervous by poking around.
Good thing I’ll probably be getting a new room soon.
Dropped off my payment with Kwanele already; Nomsa should be alright to return to hers too.
The ascension bracelets don’t seem particularly complex; Marika’s hasn’t been taken offline despite her death, and I should be able to duplicate her point total onto mine now that I can see what I’m looking for.
Having a main character moment dancing around to the Bleachers new album while on my daily walk as it lightly rains
#two of the schools here are getting new American TAs in the fall #and I have tried so hard to integrate and the people here know me I know them etc it’s very fun #and I will be livid if these two who have so far based on their emails have made no effort to understand Austrian social norms #the village is literally only big enough for one weird American which is me #journal
la esquina de la casa donde estuvieron tus flores, me olvidé que fue ahí donde te besé, y le quedaron cicatrices a mis labios por esos recuerdos, pero hoy supe que también lo superé // él hizo un cuadro de nosotros sin poderlo explicar, mis fotografías llenan cualquier espacio que era tuyo hace mucho tiempo atrás, y juro que no pensé llegar a este punto un día sin tenerme que matar, estuve a muy poco de querer sumergirme sin saber nadar, ahora lo sabes, tuviste mi todo, no sólo mis besos, pero también mi alma y no me la querías regresar, me odié por eso.
So he wants to meet me again next week. I know I should be excited about it, and I am, but this isn’t looking like the whirlwind romance that I wanted. One, I’m not particularly happy about the 3 week gap between the first and second date. Two, we don’t text as much as I wish we would, but hey, he is super busy, so I guess I can’t blame him for either of these reasons. It is what it is.
I had told myself, if things didn’t improve between him and I by the end of this month, I would get back on Bumble and I did that today, only to delete the app again. My heart wishes for more from him and so next week is the be all and end all of all things between him and I. Hence, I have decided that I would go on this one last date with him and if there’s still no sparks or chemistry and if we don’t kiss, I’ll leave it at that and move on. I deserve someone who gives me butterflies and makes me blush, and all I seem to do here is overthink (I can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t reach out to me all that much because he is seeing other girls as well, which he totally can, but it would’ve been nice if I was his focus)
He is an absolute gentleman and any girl would be lucky to have him. Now, would that girl be me? Next week is the ultimatum. I need sparks and kisses, and if neither happens, I guess I’m leaving.
as a person who hasn't watched spn, if i don't see any spn drama on my dash for a week i declare it as sacred time
#dear god i'm so tired please don't do to my dash #please im literally begging #non spn#spn drama #i'm so done #tumblr is my journal #tumblr is my happy place #gen z culture #gen z humor #gen z life #jackles apocalypse 2021
pruned and repotted my aloe, which i belieeeve is my oldest house plant? it needs chopsticks to stay up and i think this pot is too short for the root ball so fingers crossed i didn’t kill it just now lol (i have deeper pots but this was my tallest terra cotta one and i wanted to try that out since i’ve read they’re good for aloe cuz they’re porous?)
renuncié a escribir, por los siguientes seis meses estaré inspirándome de ti, fluyendo con las olas, corriendo en tu dirección para sentir, voy a bajar la voz constantemente tú me dejas sin nada que decir, no encuentro palabras que puedan contra ti, tus manos bajando por mi espalda detuvieron el tiempo aquí... y voy a quedarme contigo como la primera vez, porque ya no puedo escapar, es díficil mirar en tú dirección y no desear algo más.
It’s finally the weekend and I can’t thank you all enough for making me feel so welcome these last few days. My replies aren’t as as fast as the speed of light, so I’m grateful for how patient you are with me. Whether we’ve spoken or not, please consider this a drink from me to you. Cheers!
((Mod would also like to extend a thank you, you are all so kind.))