Awkward turtle ahoy

A couple of nights ago I had a conversation that ended up being an exercise in the many different forms of social awkwardness. After a long day walking round in the wind and rain I was heading for my train home when I saw one of my friends and my Scottish ex coming towards me. Let's count the different awkwards:

1)  I stopped to talk to my friend, but she was obviously planning to just say 'hi' and walk past me.

2)  I said hi to the ex's chest, being completely unable to look him in the eye.

3) After that I was unable to look at him at all despite being intensely aware of him standing next to me.

4) I got mixed up explaining my new living situation to my friend and sounded like my brain had fallen out.

5) At this point I realised that my hair was everywhere, I had bags under my eyes and random stains on my trainers.

6) The ever-present problem of not knowing how to say bye to people without it being horribly awkward.

So that was an interesting end to the day. 

It was a good day before that though. Mum and Grandma came up to visit me and on the way Mum sent me a text saying that she had a surprise for me. I can't just leave things like that alone so I spent the morning thinking what she could have brought me; my best guess was a potential graduation dress. Turns out it was my brother! He's the last of my immediate family to come and visit me up here so it was really good to see him and show him round Glasgow. I was a bit disappointed with the weather, and the fact that Bute Hall was locked for the first time I've ever seen, but it was so good to see them and get some hugs.

In other news, I have a Christmas job at the post office. Hopefully things will turn out as they did for Dad and they'll offer me a permanent job so I can live off that until I can find something that doesn't involve shifts but does involve lots of paper. Yay for admin.

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Yikes

So yesterday I saw my backside for the first time, what an eye-opening experience. I mean I've kind of seen it before; glimpses of it as I walk past shop windows and I usually do some weird craning motion when I try new clothes on to see if it looks okay, but the positioning of my friend's bathroom mirror was absolutely perfect to give me a full, colour, HD view of it. My word. I'm still a wee bit traumatised. I always knew it was too big, I just didn't quite realise the exact proportion of big-ness.

 The only thing stopping me having a ginormous breakdown right now is the fact that I lost two pounds over the weekend. Not a huge amount I know, but it's more than I've managed to shift in the last month so I'm incredibly happy about it. Hopefully it'll be just the boost I need to get off my (incredibly large) backside, go to the gym and carry on losing weight.

  On another self-improvement note, I've become absolutely sick of listening to people reel off the list of languages they can speak before turning to me and going "so what can you speak?" and every single time I feel like the dumbest idiot ever when I have to go "only English."  So I've got myself some Spanish-learning software and I've already made a start. It's such a long time since I tried to learn any language so I'm not sure how well it's going to work, but I at least want to try. So far I can say; good morning; good evening; how are you?; I'm fine, and you?; and I'm sorry.

Anyway, my sister is coming for a visit quite early tomorrow so I'd better go to bed in a minute.  Look at that, a whole post without one mention of salsa! Oh wait....

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Gutteeeeed!

So I got to do a sexy bachata dance with my favourite Scottish instructor this week.  Right before I found out he's got a girlfriend.  The strange thing is, now I think about it I'm actually less gutted about this than I was last week about not getting to dance with him. I think the reasons for this are:

1 - I made friends with his girlfriend (she's just too nice to hate). 

2 - After yesterday I feel more like he and I are friends, instead of just two people who do salsa.

3 - I never really expected him to like me anyway.

I'm considering taking them up on the offer of going to a salsa club on Wednesday. At the moment it's fairly likely that I will do it because I really want to go to a salsa club, and it would be fun to spend some time socialising with non-uni people. Wonderful as the uni people are, you just can't spend all your time with one lot of people. That's why I'm so excited about the fact that I have visitors coming this week! Two friends coming all the way up from Crewe for the weekend. I can't wait :D

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