We’re having like a mother-daughter relationship. I sneak up when she’s sleeping or any other time and I pat her, take her in my arms, kiss her, tell her how much “mummy loves her”. And sometimes she purrs, other times she just stares at me like I’m crazy. Hope I’m not going to suffocate her with all this love and she won’t grow up hating me

The new soap is really funny. It was very fancy packed *I bet it was for what I’ve paid for it!* but it looks really pathetic: it’s a brownish thingy with no smell and which doesn’t even make bubbles But, on the other hand, it does a good job: in combination with the cream, I’m already starting to fell a difference. Only the hydration part kind of sucks. I’m really, really trying to drink at least 1.5L water/day but, believe me, gulping down that much liquid is not that easy I’m constantly pouring water into the mug and I’m forcing myself to drink it. And I’m going to the loo every 30 minutes 10 minutes! AND I drink only a certain type of mineral water and if I don’t find it at the supermarket, well, that’s it, no water for me that day. I’m not being snobbish, it’s just one of my many obsessions [I drink only Tusnad green *in green bottles, that is*].

I had to wait for an hour at the bloody post office to pick up my books! I don’t know how I managed to keep calm and even thank the bitch when she handed over my packages, but deep down I was furious!!! I bloody hate that place and the people working there! The future BookRing is supposed to be fun, but I dread even the thought of going to that place again!

That’s all, folks. I’m going to drink some more water and tea, eat a chocolate, watch the last episodes from the second series of Desperate Housewives, work a bit, read something, take a shower and go to bed. Nothing unusual today.

Thanks for all your suggestions, but I have to tell you that it wasn’t Neutrogena in the end. I went to the pharmacy and the dudette recommended something that she said was even better than N. So, I have a hand cream called Klorane - damaged and dry hands and a new soap called Aderma [hope that’s the name]. It was pretty expensive, but I don’t care if they are really going to work for me. She said these are dermatologic products and not cosmetic ones, so they should do the trick. I really hope so.

It’s almost 2 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I watched some Desperate Housewives episodes then I played some crappy Yahoo! games and now I’m like wide awake not knowing what to do. Uhm, can’t sleep, don’t have movies to watch on my PC, don’t have games to play *though I miss Dominos*, don’t feel like reading, don’t feel like writing about the last book I read, don’t don’t don’t. Blah!!!

In a way I’ve kind of missed this “I can’t sleep and I don’t have anything else to do” ranting. There were some very good old days when I used to blog about almost everything. Now I’m more like “uh, something important to me happened, let me blog about it!” But I guess this is good as well.

I’m still thinking if I’m going tomorrow *uhm, today* to Flugtag. I’d love to go, but I don’t have anyone to go with, so I’ll sleep this over. I don’t mind going alone at concerts and theatre plays and stuff, but this is going to be so much fun that I want to share the laughs *and stupid remarks* with somebody. Eh, fuck it, I think I go alone. I’ll have Garfield *my iPod* tough

I like Norah Jones a lot but I’ve been listening to her all day so now I’m a bit bored with hearing the same songs all over again. Ok, I’ve changed the play list: I’m now listening to Placebo. To be more exact, to Post blue. Great song! *It’s in the water baby,/ It’s in the pills that pick you up/ It’s in the water baby,/ It’s in the special way we fuck.* Gotta love this song

Yes, yes, I’m still ranting. Can you keep a secret? Weeell, I always feel awkward when I see that someone from CJ read/reads my blog. I’m always wondering if it’s Cata. I loathe even the idea of him knowing I have a blog, not to mention that I’d go berserk if I knew he read it. Oh, uRMa’s doing something really disgusting: I gave her a bone to chew on and she brought it in the room and now she’s chewing it in my armchair. Great!

I can’t believe how fast days go by! I don’t want school to start. Blah! I just feel like being a couch potato, but instead of watching TV, I’d be reading books. I’d love to stay all day in bed and read. Yeah, take a shower and eat, but nothing else. Speaking of eating, I think I’m faced *again* with an eating disorder. This time it’s pretty serious. For about 3 months now I haven’t been able to eat chocolate like I used to, about 1bar of chocolate/day. Now I have 2 bars of my favourite chocolate in the fridge and I’m not obsessed about them, I don’t feel the need to open the fridge, take them out, rip off their wrapping and stuff them into my mouth. But at least the tea part of my life is OK. I’m still a teaoholic

Eh, wtf, I’m going to eat some chocolate and then I’m going to bed. Good night, dudes!

My hands are always dry! I know that my skin is suffering, but I don’t know how I can actually help it. I use Dove soap and have Nivea cream, but apparently it’s not enough. Do you know other creams/soaps/anything that can do wonders for dry skin?

Yeeees, she’s eating the special kitty grass I’ve grown for her! YES!!!

Cause a friend in need is a friend indeed, oompa and me helped Jen dusty her books. Along with her grandpa’s apartment, Jen inherited his books too. What can I say? I envy her! But, looking on the bright side, I can borrow any book I want so I guess I’m not that jealous after all

Anyway, we spent all afternoon caring books and dusting them. There were many books. Very many books. Very very many books But it was really fun. Though I was tired when I got home, I’d do this all over again So, if you ever need help dusting books, send me an e-mail

Ps. the exam went fine. I wrote something at both subjects [the history and the literature one] and I’m very sure I’ll pass this time. If not, there’s always next time

Pps. I love the way I smelled of old books

I have a pair of jeans which I bought when I was in the 9th grade, almost 5 years ago. I don’t like them very much, but I wanted a change from my other pairs of jeans, so today was supposed to be their big day. I took them out of the wardrobe, put them on and… I couldn’t bloody do up the last button!!! AH!!!!

That’s it! I’m back to my baggy pants!

I deleted all e-mails and logs and messages from both Alex and Cata. Who the fuck needed them anyway? I’m inner demon-free now.

This is my face, covered in freckles with an occasional spot and some veins.
This is my body, covered in skin, and not all of it you can see
And, this, is my mind, it goes over and over the same old lines
And, this, is my brain, it’s torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane

Kate Nash - Mouthwash