.: so comes snow after fire :.

I got an announcement to make, thanks to the wonderful harriet_yuuko, on March 15th next year I'm going to a Mumford & Sons concert!!! Because she's awesome like that and checks the band's website for tour dates. It'll be in Florence, which is great because I've never been there, only drove through it once, and that's unacceptable, I know. :D

Weird anecdote of the day, I was in my friend's car going to the gym, and we were talking about Lucca. I was telling them about my cosplay, and all the while her niece was in the front seat, doing what I thought was checking messages on her phone. Not twenty seconds after I mentioned the word 'cosplay', she perks up and tells me:

Her: "You looked really good in it"
Me: "Thank- wait a minute, how could you know that?"
Her: "Isn't this you, in the miniskirt?"

And she shows me a picture of me with other cosplayers on her phone. Turns out she just had to write my name on her phone, and the internet gave her a picture in less than twenty seconds. A picture I didn't upload online, I have no idea where it came from, and it took her less time to find it than it took me to tell this story. This is witchcraft. Also very creepy.

By the way, we have a new lady in our gym group. She's very nice and everything, but she has a problem with rhythm. It's not like the other new girls, who stumble about for a while until they get it right. She moves in an entirely different rhythm from the song that's playing, as if she was listening to another song in her head. I have a feeling it's because she knows... mambo, or something similar, and just does that hoping it'll work. Which is incredibly weird, because she's standing right in front of me, with the teacher two steps further, and they move following entire different beats, and believe me, it gave me a headache. I'd rather die than tell her and risk embarassing her, so I'll have to move to another spot without her noticing. It's either that or doing cardio with my eyes closed, I haven't decided yet.

On the health topic, I skipped therapy today because I wanted to have another couple of days before going through all that "they found cysts in my liver" conversation again. I had it yesterday with my aunt, and it was brutal. She got scared out of her mind, and even talked about jumping on a train and rushing me to the ER to have it checked again. Thankfully, I managed to calm her down with the promise of talking about it throughly with my oncologist next month. Go for the breasts, stay for the liver.

I know that if the doctor didn't make a big deal out of it, it's not a big deal. But in my family it always started with a couple of cysts here or there, and ended in pain, so her reaction was to be expected. I'm taking a couple of days to clear my head and see if I can move my therapy session to sunday. ^^

Changing the topic, I started watching Arrow, and I really like it! Not a surprise, what with me being such a fan of Nolan's Batman. Yeah, new tv show that promises bucketloads of angst! I'll never learn. :D