Rewind

Ain't being a teenager a total bitch?

I dug out my past a little tonight.
By accident, you can imagine, since I was merely cleaning my room and not looking forward to a tearful remembrance of old times.
I stumbled upon some old notebooks and diaries, and looking trough them I became more and more amazed of how I used to present myself, bare everything out in the open, in front of those little wankers I thought will be my buds for the rest of my life.
It's kind of weird how my entire world used to revolve around one small group of people. In my defense, being a 13 year old kid living in Romania with no brothers or sisters and nothing more than time to waste, I thought that they truly saved me from a life of total boredom.
What is that surprises me is that all those little people and those so prodigiously associated with them, have, since then, changed RADICALLY. It's unbelievable.
All that was needed in order to take the step from 'sticking together and writing our names in blood' to realizing the total humiliation that was generated by the named above individuals, was time. Five years to be exact.

'He was crippled, but only his body was cracked,
It's not simple, nor is it an easy matter to explain,
Let's just leave it at that - she says
And closes the Holly Book of Lies
She covers her eyes
Denying to herself what she thought happened'

Not such a nice trip down memory lane.
Now..who can place an author on this quote? And afterwords, could anyone make the spooky connection between what was made up and what was real? Were we the ones acting, or was all of that really about us?

Exciting news!

I'm off to England! I've booked my flight and everything. I'll be celebrating Christmas here, in Romania, and hopefully New Year's Eve in Austria, and afterwords London. But that will be at the end of January.
I can't wait. I'm good to go already, I swear!
Other than that, things have been good here lately. I mean, as good as they can be considering the all-around bad vibes.
But I'm used to that. And as a plus, I'm getting to know other people, with different priorities and different ways of thinking. And acting.
I've really ended a chapter in my life..hopefully the one I'm opening now will have a better ending, a result that will make all those years of feeling so fed up with all the nonsense around me worth wile!

So, life's good, in general. I'm waiting for my secret obsession with the coolest TV series ever to be brought back to life..

I hate the fact that nobody knows for sure when season 4 will be starting. Oh, the pain!

Pfft..

End Of The World Party was such a waste of time, energy and money..


absolutely fucking useless.

What a load of crap

I've been called:

A loser
A fatty
An idol
Ugly
Stupid
Inspiring
Inventive
Gorgeous
A tease
A genius
Funny
Paranoid
Lucky
Sloppy
Embarrassing
Intuitive
A liar


But always at the wrong time and in the wrong place.
So in the end what do all these words that were so easily thrown in my face say about me?
Nothing, I can imagine.
But I know one that can describe all of those who made these assumptions and observations. And that word is "judgmental".

As if..

As if it wasn't enough that I'm so irrevocably sick of this country, now I actually have to be sick in this country.
And being sick here is just like being sick in the eighteen hundreds: a death sentence.

Once upon a dream

Maybe I forgot to mention this before, but my only goal in life is to be loved, admired and desired.

My hope is that after I die, I will be longed for, remembered and looked up to.

Thank you!

It's sad that only he gets my point..

Fie..

Sa imi fie scuzata absenta.

Vacanta mea este postata in mare parte aici.

Sper din tot sufletelul meu sa ma pot duce pe 22 la concert. Poate daca o sa fiu in compania unor oameni blajini, vama cea disgratioasa o sa para "locul ala unde petrecerea nu se termina niciodata", asa cum este pentru restul muribunzilor care vin un weekend, cersesc, se imbata, si-o trag cu gaurile din perete si pleaca luni dimineata satisfacuti si cu banii in buzunar. In cel mai bun caz.

A new PETA game.

It's hereeeeeeeee!

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Johnny reminds me of the headless horseman, played by Christopher Walken in Tim's Sleepy Hollow. His voice also resembles Christopher's. It's so cool.

Oh, what's the use?

Cred ca o sa astept Anglia. Mda.
Nici o sansa de a primi o educatie draguta pe meleagurile proprii.





Inca vreau sa fiu printesa. Acolo sigur o sa reusesc..ce naiba, daca nici la ei..

Uhu! Am gasit!!!

Eu stiu pe cineva care poate sa faca Rubik's cube ala in mai putin de 15 minute!
(aceasta persoana chiar exista, nu este cineva inventat precum restul prietenilor mei)







Horaaay for ze very, very, very talented family I am apart of. Gen.

Pastrati-va linia, ba!

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Doamne!



Dumnezeule!



Just look at the freakin' scenery.





Si Anne..e..absolut incredibila.



Arata exact ca un desen de zombiepoptarts



Helena Bonham Carter este FIX ce trebuie sa fie, atat de aproape fata de cum imi imaginam ca ar fi The Red Queen in realitate.



Johnny looks so perfectly evil. Gorgeous!!!




Eu nu pot sa inteleg ce le face omul asta.
Nu pot.
It's beyond me.
De unde le scoate, frate?
Mi-l imaginez stand ore, zile, luni intregi intr-o camera intunecata, ingramadit intr-un colt, printre mobile din lemn masiv pictate in culori tari, cu un caietel si niste creioane in mana, desenand tot filmul pana la ultimul detaliu.
Altfel, ar fi imposibil ca un alt om, unul nascut pe aceasta planeta, sa poata reda cu atat de multa exactitate ce se petrece in creierasul lui Tim Burton.
Am vaga impresie ca o sa fie un pic cam genial filmul.



But we'll just have to wait (ANOTHER WHOLE YEAR!) and see what it's really like down the rabbit whole.

O minune!

Imi place ca nu conteaza daca e cineva sau nu in camera, daca il asculta sau nu cineva, daca il vede cineva sau nu, daca ii pasa cuiva sau nu

el continua sa vorbeasca.