Remember the foreigners I told you about? Uhm, guess they’ll stay at my place in the end. I’m excited about this!

I think I might be getting a cold or something. My nose is running, I feel incredibly tired, I’m a bit feverish. I don’t want to tell Mum just yet, I’ll wait and see how I feel in the morning. And no, I won’t drink hot tea with lemon and honey - that’s for sissies!

Today was just another of those hectic days. I went from one place to another, did some work, went to a book release and I finally bought a ticket to the Kumm concert. I was really lucky because there were only a few free front seats left I’m not bragging, but I think it’s quite a good one *the green cross marks the spot*

I feel so out of place spending time at other people’s home. When I was little my parents almost never let me sleep overnight at my friends’, so I kind of got used to being at home most of the time. I slept 2 or 3 times at Andra’s, but that’s all I can remember. So now I’m finding it really hard accommodating in a new place. I mean, it sounds fun spending the night at you friend’s house, but it’s not for me. I need my room, my kitchen, my bathroom, my stuff. And I’m having problems *again* accepting new people in my life. It’s one thing to hang out now and then and it’s totally different to have to make time for someone. Ah, whatever…

This weekend is going to be rather interesting. Jen asked me if I could show some foreigners around Bucharest and I said yes. We’re supposed to meet tomorrow or on Saturday morning. I have to take them shopping, sight-seeing, eating traditional Romanian food and then I have to find a bar where they can enjoy some good coffee. I have a few things in mind, but I’m open to suggestions Knowing how my past encounters with foreigners turned out in the end *here and here* I promise this time I’ll be a good girl But I’m really looking forward to meeting them; hope it’s going to be fun

Until then, I’m taking uRMa and we’re going to bed. Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow morning and I’ll be able to go to classes

Ladystarlight vrea sa stie care sunt cele 5 piese nelipsite din playlisturile mele. Grea leapsa, foarte grea! Ar fi fost mai usor daca ar fi trebuit sa spun 5 albume care-mi plac sau macar 5 formatii, pe cand asa… Dar you squeeze me and stretch me and force me to fit si ma vad nevoita sa stau sa cuget, sa fac liste si listute, sa adaug si sa tai piese de pe acele liste si listute, sa ma supar ca nu ma pot rezuma doar la 5, sa mai adaug si sa mai tai niste cantecele, iar in cele din urma sa le aleg pe acestea:

1000 de chipuri - Kumm: da, da, e piesa aia pe care toata lumea o stie si o canta, dar e preferata mea, m’kay?! Nu pot fi altul decat sunt/ Ma inspaimant

Friday I’m in love - The Cure: mi-a fost tare greu sa aleg doar o singura piesa dintre cele foarte multe care-mi plac de la The Cure, dar cred ca Friday I’m in love ma reprezinta cel mai bine. Si ma face sa zambesc de fiecare data cand o ascult Thursday I don’t care about you/ It’s Friday, I’m in love

Sunt curioasa Roxa ce piese ar alege, asa ca-i dau ei leapsa

Remember my stud I was so proud of? Well, it kind of fell off… I don’t want to get in all those gross details Anyways, I was bloody bored today: I couldn’t read, couldn’t watch Gilmore Girls, couldn’t do a thing. And as I was desperately trying to find out what to do, I took a needle and made another hole in my ear and put another earring. It didn’t hurt and it’s even better than the first one. I think the glass of wine I drunk before really helped

Now I’m smiling like an idiot, I’m hot and happy - thanks to the wine, and I don’t have anything to do. So, what to do? What to do?

Astept de doi ani sa cant piesa asta. Apoi a inceput: Swing a club and climb a tree/ Grab a gun and steal a spoon… Atunci m-am dez-indragostit de trupa Byron si m-am re-indragostit definitiv de Kumm. Si da, inca cred ca locul lui e cu ei.

There were so many coincidences going on these last days. The phrase this is actually nice popped up in my mind several times. I even blushed a bit. But that was all. Life is so ironic sometimes that I can’t even get mad at it; I just put a I understand smile on my face and let it go. And I’m glad I’ve learnt not to get overexcited too soon and I’m glad I’m skeptical when it comes to this kind of things.

And then I’ve realised I’m not yet ready to make anymore compromises, that I’m actually busy with school, work and friends and that I don’t want to waste my time on things I’m not 100% into. And I’m quite satisfied with how it turned out in the end, though for a moment I might have wanted a different ending.

That’s it! Next summer I’m going to Stavanger, Norway. It’s going to be bloody expensive, but I’ll do it. Yeah, I’m outta here!

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Cat hair on my french fries!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Uhm, I’m lazy… well, very lazy. I think it’s perfectly all right to spend a whole day in bed reading and watching Gilmore Girls. It’s warm and cozy and I sometimes doze off while reading and, of course, uRMa always wants to play and she jumps up and down on me or she stays on my chest and she’s heavy and I can’t read cause I can’t see… ah, only good things happen on such days. The tea is perfect, the chocolate is amazing, the music is soothing and I’m feeling… well, lazy

But of course she has to disagree with me and spoil this nice day. Ok, so I didn’t go to classes today. That’s not a big deal! She knows I can’t get up at 7 in the morning and she knows that the theoretical classes I have are crap. But apparently that wasn’t the problem. She got upset *again* cause I don’t go out and shit. She even started to tell me how cute Carturesti is and that I should go there more often Geez, thanks Mum, I really didn’t know that. I know she only wants what’s good for me *and the other bla-bla that parents want for their kids*, but I hate it when she hints that my life sucks and I should be doing all those great things teenagers do, that I should go out more and have fun, meet people and hang out in bars etc. Well, sometimes I miss having a more active social life, but right now I like things the way they are. It has to do with this horrible, horrible autumn weather. It’s cold and rainy and I hate caring an umbrella around and if I don’t take it then I’m gonna be soaking wet and cold, and I miss my Globe shoes *the ones someone stole from me at Rosia Montana* and I have to wear my winter boots and they are heavy and big and old *but they still look good and are functional, the bastards!* and I’m simply sick and tired of them. AND I never know how exactly what I’m supposed to wear; like, won’t I be cold if I take only one cardigan? And if I take my jacket won’t the weather improve and I’ll sweat and feel uncomfortable and swear all the way home? And should I take a scarf just in case? Ah, it’s bloody hard being a girl!

I just hate it when we fight. But she has this stupid ideas and she wants to impose them on me so badly and I’m stubborn and I don’t take orders *she of all the people in the world should know that* and we end up arguing and being upset and barely talking to each other for several days. And it’s hard being a daughter.

Ok, ok, enough bitching for one night. I have to be in bed early cause I got bloody classes starting at 8 in the morning!!!

Shut up and go. Si am plecat. La un concert Kumm. In Clubul Taranului Roman. Ieri. De pe la 22. Cu Roxa, Diana si Vic.

Daca as avea un singur prieten… Un lucru tare dragut mi s-a intamplat ieri in timp ce asteptam sa intru in club. Asa, dintr-o data, am intrat in vorba cu un el si o ea din spatele meu. Oameni frumosi, care nu s-au speriat de debitul meu verbal, care mi-au zambit si cu care am stat la povesti. Blame the angels and the clowns … sau mai bine blame Silva Dark. Ea mi-a dat afisul ei cu Kumm. El mi-a dat o castana. Eu nu am avut sa le ofer decat niste eugenii, doua adrese de blog si o invitatie *verbala* la Schimb de carti . Nothing comes as expected. Bucuriile astea marunte si neasteptate sunt cele mai frumoase!

Spune-mi ce vrei sa imi spui. Timp de vreo doua ore mi-ati tot spus: cantece noi, dar si mai vechi, toate vesele si tare frumoase. Laughing and smiling, dancing around - cam asta s-a intamplat in tot acel timp cat ei au fost pe scena. Lumea s-a simtit excelent, cu totii am fi vrut sa nu se mai termine, sa ne cante pana dimineata. Whatever else may come and go, dar cand vine sa vorba sa plec de la un concert de-al vostru mi-e tare greu, zau.

Lasa-ma sa nu te las. Nu v-am lasat; dupa concert am continuat sa cant Yellow fever si sa dansez pe strada. Nu pot fi altul decat sunt si nici nu am fost: eram eu, cea cu 1000 de chipuri, hyper happy, imbracata in haina mea de om fericit, haine pe care, culmea, doar dupa concertele voastre pot sa o port. Multumesc, baieti!