I haven’t blogged in a few days (lol most of you are probably like, “yay”). I’ve been feeling all sorts of feelings. Mainly feeling upset about the Somalian children I will likely never see again (insert crying emoji here); this was made worse by the realisation that I would over time forget things about them (I’m scared of forgetting). I started to feel bothered by the fact that I’m still in love with XXX and also I got annoyed when he said “see you soon” but I have no idea when soon is.
Right before XXX left on Christmas Eve, he talked to my parents about New Year’s Eve and it was sort of agreed he’d come over. However I asked him to confirm with me (you never know with him) and in the end he’s decided he’d stay at his house because his parents are organising a party. I felt so disappointed when he told me, as you can imagine. Even more disappointed because it’d seemed he was really keen on coming over. And I was so looking forward to stepping into 2017 with this absurd, handsome, gorgeous, immature, hilarious, lovable friend of mine by my side. But it isn’t to be 😦
I sort of am hoping he’ll invite me to come over but it hasn’t happened yet. I wonder why he’s not inviting me? Maybe I should ask if I can come? Might as well risk another rejection, why not? Finish off this year on a high! What have I got to lose? Another little piece of my heart? That’s nothing! Just yesterday I imagined myself walking or driving to his house at midnight, ringing the bell, interrupting the party, and just giving XXX a really warm hug to wish him well for the new year. Oh by the way yes I would be totally capable to do such a thing. Because I am in love with him.
Apart from that, this whole week’s been pretty boring, really. I went volunteering yesterday which was nice, it lifted my spirits up instantly because this little old lady took my hand and we went for a small walk together in the central yard. I’ve delved back into reading, finished “The Beautiful and Damned” by F. Scott Fitzgerald the other day and I am now reading Animal Farm by George Orwell, Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell and Across the Seas by Klaus Neumann. The latter is a non-fiction book tracing Australia’s responses, policies and general history to do with refugees and asylum seekers (an issue I am deeply interested in).
A few Christmasses ago my cousin gave me this eBook reader and I vouched never to use it (but I never told him, lol), because I love reading from actual books. But it turns out my local library doesn’t always have the books I want to read, and sometimes one doesn’t have the time or the energy to drive to a library. So I’ve now set up my eBook reader (it was a tad complicated because I had to install Adobe Digital Editions) but that means I can now read any book almost instantly; either I buy it either I borrow it from the library. It’s really easy! And all books in the one same place! Perfect from travelling. Nevertheless, I still like real books. For a start, when you have a bookshelf, it makes you look really smart. A bookshelf on a device doesn’t look as impressive. lol. 😛
Well I have a gig this evening, ahhh so cannot be bothered to attend. But it’s the last one of the year, so I cannot wait until it is over. I’m bummed because it’s outdoors and today there’s a lot of wind.
Tomorrow I’m gonna write my 2016 reflection and I’ll probably post it on here, along with the one from last year! In all truths, I haven’t changed much from last year.
So that is all from me at this stage. Ciao!