The sun is up
I’m so happy I could scream!
And there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be

I have a exam starting at 4 o’clock. Then I’m going to have a beer with the bloggers. Man, I missed our meetings! I bet it’s going to be FUN!

Tomorrow I’m going to Mogosoaia with Marianne *yeah, yeah, change of plans!* We have no idea how to get there, but we’ll manage it somehow

On Sunday I’ll be at our Bookcrossing meeting, this time is going to be something real special.

Aaaaand, today I found out that Street Delivery is going to take place next week, with the complimentary WATER-FIGHT! Plus, there’s the Bookfest bookfair!

Oh boy, oh boy, am I happy!

Never guessed it got this good
Wondered if it ever would
Really didn’t think it could
Do it again?
I know we should!!!

This Friday I really am in love!

*The Cure - Mint car

…back. I’m in BM, and I’m using my old computer. And when I mean old, I mean ancient. I have to wait hours for it to open an Internet page or whatever and patience is not one of my virtues. My parents really need to buy a new one. Wish me luck, cause I have to work from it. Hope I won’t kick it, smash it, punch it Yes, I have issues. Oh, and the mouse doesn’t have a scroll button. And the computer doesn’t have USB thingies. And it has only 10GB of memory. And crappy old music on it. I’m doomed! Oh, and the printer just turned itself on, out of the blue, at about 8 in the morning o_O

My laptop’s still dead, hope it’ll come alive by the time I’m back in Bucharest. Come on new hdd!

It’s great back home. OK, it’s my first day here, of course it’s great. Anyways, I’ll try and download the pictures at Mum’s working place and then post some here, cause I really like the town during the springtime. It’s so… green

After a three-hour walk with M. I’m pretty exhausted so I’ll go and get some rest. There days will be pretty hectic, with all that church-going, family-meeting, small-talking, but I’m actually waiting forward to spending time with my extended family. Not to much, tough

Ps. Jen’s an angel for taking uRMa at her place this week! Thanks a million! Owe you!

Nothing compares with lazy Friday morning when you get up late with the cat sleeping on your shoulder and a book in your hand. And you run to the bathroom cause it’s cold in the room and oh so warm beneath the covers. And when you return you realise that you want to spend your whole day in bed, reading and eating sweets.

You start reading and the cat coils around your neck and now you have a fluffy purring fur collar. And you smile. Then you take a hot long bath and try not to think about thing you have to do, about the future, about your constant heartache. You just lie there, with your eyes closed, music coming from your room, your mind empty of thoughts. And it feels good. And it feels nice. And you never want to have to get up from the bathtub.

But the water is cold now, the feeling is gone, you have to return to reality. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair has this vague ugly pale orange colour, black where it has grown. Your pimples are still there, your eyes are green this morning instead of blue, your breast as small as you remember them, your tummy is a little fluffier than last time you examined it, and your legs and feet are just like a boy’s: big and without grace.

And then, walking back to your room, you see the pile of dished in the kitchen sink, just waiting for you to clean them. But you shrug and walk past the kitchen door. Your room’s a mess: the bed is undone, there are clothes on the sofa and on the armchair, books scattered everywhere, there’s hardly any space left on your desk - it’s full with mugs, papers, books and useless stuff. Yet again, you shrug and don’t give a damn.

Cause today it feels good to be yourself. No, it feels incredibly good to be yourself today! You with your obsessions. You with your colourful clothes. You acting like a spoilt brat. You reading books till you fall asleep. You with your forever changing moods. You with your egotism. You with your friends you don’t know how to cherish. You who fall in love everyday with people on the street. You with your superficiality. You with your fits of anger. You with your constant babbling. You, you, you. Me, me, me.

Roblogfest party:

didn’t get my hands on a Fredo&Pid’Jin T-shirt, but I convinced Dragos to give me his; too bad it’s L and it’s huge for me and I have to sleep in such a beautiful T-shirt cause I can’t wear it outside

there were 2 other girls with orange hair

I’ve been told that I don’t look like a child anymore, with my new haircut and stuff, but I refuse to believe that; it’s just nonsense

Fire:

Dragos can still boogie, he’s not that rusty after all *don’t kill me, please!*

always a pleasure to party with my friends

last time I was in Fire, I was with the guys. Miss you, dudes Do come back someday

On the way home:

a T-shirt with Roblogfest mysteriously disappeared from my bag - I had 3 of them when I entered the club and 2 when I got back home

I lost one of my new earrings

*The Doors - Light my fire

This week was listening to obsessive songs and dreaming all kinds of weird stuff week. But it was cool

Two nights ago, I went to bed *again* with Pretty killer on repeat. Of course, the dream was of those bloody hell, I’m back to reality dreams. Anyways, it was fun till it lasted Pretty killer, little crime, dancing with another guy … so, where the heck are you, pretty killer?

Then I spent my days listening to Bright nights. Koop is one of my summer bands, cause every time I listen to it, I picture lazy days, the summer sun, nights spent out at Tom&Jerry, sleeping till late in the morning, my usual summer routine. The music is a steady groove I relax and watch you move and if I close my eyes instead you’re dancing in my head… every time I hear those lyrics I feel like actually closing my eyes and dancing and dancing and dancing… in my head, in your head, doesn’t matter where, but I’m dancing…

Yesterday was one ugly day - it rained and the sky was grey, I was feeling depressed, my normal state of mind during weather like that. But I remembered that Mihaela was coming to visit *omG, I can hardly waaaaiiiit!!! * so I skipped school *some people have such a bad influence on me *, went home, cleaned the place *sort of*, cooked something to eat *was OK* and I couldn’t get rid of Equus from my playlist. Allow me to show you the way which I adore you… Or better not.

And 16 hours ago, I finally managed to get my hands on Sex with the animals and it’s been going on and on and on ever since. This is like the year’s biggest musical obsession. I’ve been waiting for months to have this song on my computer and here it is. And I can’t stop dancing and God, it’s the bestest song ever!!!! Wanna be a lover to nobody else but myseeeeeelf!!!!

And due to this song, I had one of the sweetest dreams ever!!! Somebody sent me a blanket, only it was a chocolate blanket!!! Like, you know, a chocolate as huge as a blanket!!! And it wasn’t any kind of chocolate: it had real pieces of oranges in it. And the taste… and the oranges… and the size of that chocolate! My God, I could kill for something like that! If you ever find out of such a thing, please let me know!!!

Is this orange enough for you?

Thanks, Monk, for you know what

Sometimes I have the impression that my life is just like my wardrobe. In the beginning it’s all tidy and nice, with all the clothes nicely folded and arranged and then, as I gradually take out clothes and put them back, it gets messier and messier. And I don’t have time to tidy the place all the time, so it remains like that for weeks, even months.

And I buy new clothes and have to give up old ones. I love my old clothes, because I have memories with them - my RHCP T-shirt, my now too small jeans from the 8th grade, my Adidas jacket - I love each and every one item of clothing I own. But I end up wanting other items, more items, I want something new, something more colourful, I want something I don’t already have. And when I get home with my new clothes, I know some of the old ones have to go. But I don’t want that, so I put off for as long as I can the moment I have to clean my wardrobe, the moment I have to throw out something that once was dear to me.

Just like people: I love to meet new people, but I sometimes stop seeing other friends. And that’s simply unfair! But I guess that’s life, huh? I can name at least a dozen people I was very good friends with and now we don’t even talk on YM or whatever. And no matter how much we’d like to see each other, we don’t ever make the effort of actually doing something about that. I just have to accept that fact that some people are not meant to stay in my life for ever.

So, today I took out all the monsters from my closet: all the old clothes I didn’t wear, all the ones I didn’t like anymore, anything that was just hanging around there uselessly for ages. It wasn’t easy letting go of all those memories, but I had to make room for new ones.

And I thought a lot about her today. In a way, I still love her. I love her as a person, as someone real special. She is the most kind and amazing girl I’ve ever met! She has all those qualities that I don’t have, she’s incredibly nice and she’s so smart and funny. I learnt so many things from her. And she’s one of the best huggers ever! But… I don’t know. The distance, other people, insignificant stuff… fuck, I don’t actually even know why we’re not friends anymore.

Wish it was as simple with people and feelings as it is with clothes. Wish I could get a plastic bag and shove all memories and unwanted feelings in there, tied it up and throw it away. But I can’t.

I cleaned my wardrobe, now I’m waiting for the day I’ll actually be able to clean my soul.
[before]

múm - Green grass of tunnel

I got tea, oranges, chocolate, a good book… still, no one to read with

I’m at Mum’s working place, cause at home it’s freezing. There seems to be a problem with our central heating and Dad had to turn it off and now we’re waiting for a plumber *or however it’s called* to come and fix it.

I’m a bit behind with work, so I really need to *actually* work today, so I came here where it’s warm and cosy. The funny part is that though they have an Internet connection, I can’t access certain sites: Gmail, Yahoo! mail, Meebo etc. Buuut, I can blog So I think it’s rather useless that they blocked the access to those sites, as long as you can blog. Imho, blogs are more time consuming than checking your mail from time to time.

On another topic, I’m almost falling asleep here. I’m going through another can’t get enough sleep period and I’m sleepy most of the day Sucks! I was on the point of falling asleep while I was correcting the book, so I went and bought an energy drink. I’m thinking: I’ve refused to drink coffee for as long as I can remember *though I looove the smell of hot coffee*, but I’m ok with drinking energy drinks. Am I a hypocrite? I mean, I’m so proud I’m not a coffee-addict, that my day doesn’t start only after I drink my coffee, but when I’m exhausted/sleepy and I need to work, I turn to the same thing I’m running from: caffeine. *Ok, this is only the second time I’ve been drinking an energy drink, I don’t know why I’m making such a big fuss about this *

*Procrastination mode enabled* I’ve got only 2 more days *well, one and a half * to spend in Baia Mare. I’m not really sure I want to go back to Bucharest with all that snow and cold weather and the blocked roads and the crowded tube. I’ve been thinking about my relationship with this town and I came to the conclusion that as long as my family is here, there still are a few people I love meeting with and the second hand shops still have cool clothes, I don’t mind coming back here from time to time

Ok, I’m not sleepy anymore, I think the energy drink really has effect Back to work with me.