Smelling the roses

These past few days have been quiet, sunny and happy. Rarely have I felt better. The only thing I am anxious about at the moment (and it's a rather big deal) is university. I desperately want to know whether they will let me into second year or not, and I still have to get the Dean's approval. What makes it a bit worse is the fact that everyone is busy registering for the study-units of the coming year. Only God knows what infinity of confusion I shall have to face as regards study-units and late registration, if they let me in that is. But despite all this, it has been a great few days. I went swimming, met my friends, went out, shopped, the works. AND I finally started reading again. I had been having a bit of a reader's block, maybe because of the heat but more probably because of the confusion in my poor little head.

Yesterday was a particularly nice day. I met two friends I had not spent time with for a very long time- Diana and Demelsa. Together with Claire, we went to Sliema and I bought me a nice girly pair of gold earrings and the flip flops that had been continuously eluding me. (My beloved old ones are making an odd rattling sound when I walk.) It seems that simple, plain, FLAT flip flops with DISCREET straps which BLEND IN with whatever you're wearing and are NOT made of plastic are a rare commodity these days. Or else, I'm a lazy shopper. After that, we unexpectedly met Desiree :-D!

Anyhows, when I started writing this blog, I had this grand, sublime idea about how I was going to convey the feeling of being blessed, that I had been sensing of late. Yet, it is turning out to be just another mundane blog full of mundane trivial little things. The thing is, as I was sitting on the bus a couple of days ago, I realised just how lucky and blessed I am, and how sweet life is at the moment, despite the odd fact that I was passing by the smoke-stacks of the Marsa industrial estate at that precise moment. It really would be an act of excessive emo jaded-ness (This word does not strike me as existent) to complain much at the moment. Naturally there are a good number of things that I would like to see change, yet compared to all the pain and misery I can glimpse in the world, well I have to be excessively cliched, but one has to count one's blessings. Moreover, the fact that I am finally on my way to changing my course is really a huge sigh of relief. I was genuinely quite terrified of teaching and it gave me a dull yet undeniable sinking feeling. You might be thinking that I am an awful wimp, but I have to be honest to myself, wimp or not. Now it is easier to talk about what I want/need to do, even if I have acknowledged that I might need to go and find work as a translator in Brussels/Luxembourg. For once, I can say "we will see" ("issa naraw") - my favourite phrase- without a tone of dread and a sigh of resignation.

This morning I dutifully kept my promise to cook for the family, naturally under my dad's watchful eye. After a certain unsuccessful attempt at cooking pasta back in a Home Economics class in Form 2, it has been rather difficult to convince people to trust me alone with water and raw pasta( I had thrown the pasta in cold water). Anyhows, being the awesome illustrious person that I am ;P, I pulled it off brilliantly and am proud to say everybody simply LUURVED it!! Poetic licence allows me to exaggerate a bit :-D.

The excessive length of this blog forces me to conclude it, but not before I gleefully announce that my first driving lesson is on Friday. Smell that? It's the maturity emanating from my every pore :p. Till next time,

Take care,
Lizzy
xxx