crazy SHIT! --- I really don't know what to do with this blog anymore...

Duuuuuuuude I soooooo want to type something on this site but I have no inspiration. And I desperately need to pee right now but I SHOULDN'T. Long story, personal stuff, can't explain.

FINE let's talk about...INCEPTION! Nah, don't want to talk about that movie. Yes, it was amazing and I'll definitely see it again when I'm in Romania and yes, I'm one of those people who think that Cobb was dreaming the whole time. YOU WON'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE...so....TITS OR GTFO!

Rise Against is really a cool band. I would like to see my cousin and his daughter. I'm still shocked. I NEEEEEEEED a life right now. What is this strange SATANIC music? Let me check. Oh it's that intro song by xAFBx. CRAZY SHIT! :))))

The Beatles music sounds great at the moment. There's a "Straßenfest" going on outside. Looks cool. Too bad I'm ALL ALONE and rotting in my personal little hell for that.

Calm down, Ioana. You'll see him on Monday. You'll make it 'till then. *shock* What if I don't?! :O

AAAAAAAAA I have so much stuff to do! And no, I'm not talking about cleaning up and doing dishes and buying some stuff for my parents and myself....I have to do some "super important official" stuff :( I hate that SO effin much. Random noise what was that?!

Damn, I missed it because I'm listening to music while lying in bed. My neighbour had sex today. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW gross. I mean I know I shouldn't even DARE to complain but I still find it gross. As long as I'M doing it, it's ok. OMG the guy is still at her place. So there's a possibility that they might have sex again pretty soon. Thank God they're not like us..... I'd hang myself otherwise. I want a kitty

Damn, I love him so much.

WHAAAAAA?

So...the season of the fall begins...

LOL

not

Yeah so I haven't written in English for a while now...I know my reasons, even if they're idiotic. He's probably NOT reading this stuff but YOU NEVER KNOW.

I don't really feel like posting anything today, it's just that my last post annoys me. It makes me feel sick but I don't really want to delete it so the only solution would be to post as many entries until I can't see it anymore. 3 more days and I'll be exam free! I fucking ADORE the song I'm listening to. Even if it's sad. I'm going to listen to it again. It makes me type like a drunk duck. Fuck even.

CArriooooooooooooooooooonn xDDD

Right. So the thing is that everything in my life is pretty constant. Nothing major is happening. I got a good grade today. That's always a surprise :D

But life is good. I have nothing to complain about. Well I'm kind of BROKE and feeling pressured because of that but at least I'm healthy and loved. That doesn't stop me from buying cigarettes though. HAR HAR STFU. Ok, ok, I didn't buy any today = WIN!

In a moment I've looooost / Taken from the insiiiiideee

ROMANIAAAAAAA I'm cummming inside your vajaja in 2 weeks!

=) Just kidding. But I am coming to see your scarred but pretty face. I missed ya :*

So. Za question iz. For how long can you be in love with someone if you see them very often? Doesn't it start driving you crazy after a few months? I mean the feeling that you're rotting inside. =)))) Ok, that's not the feeling you get but you know what I mean, bro!

The loooooooooooooooooong 18th century in English Literature *love*. Just joking. I fucking HATE IT! Nah, not really. I don't even know what it's about yet. But tomorrow I'll be like a pro. HELL YEAH!

AAAAANGEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! (it's just a song I'm listening to)

Alright, honeys, I'll go to bed now.

And remember kids, teh SEXUAL INTERCOURSE IS EVIL! Abstinence is the solution to all of your problems. HAHHAHAHHAHHAHA

NOT :| *EXTREMELY serious face*

Fosta lui prietena.

Hmm. Oare sunt singura care are o problema cu fosta prietena a actualului iubit? Nu cred. Chiar si daca nu o cunosti, numai ideea ca exista si ca probabil il cunoaste mult mai bine pe el decat tine pentru ca au fost mai mult impreuna te scoate din sarite. Afli ca relatia lor nu a fost grozava, se certau tot timpul, sexul cam lipsea si era destul de plictisitor si totusi, au fost impreuna atata timp. Da, nu poti sa te gandesti ca ah, da, cu mine e mult mai bine, are tot ce i-a lipsit pana acum. Sigur erau anumite lucruri pe care el le iubea la ea si din cauza lor trecea peste toate celelalte parti negative.
Bun. Sa zicem ca pe el nu il mai intereseaza problema. Ea i-a dat papucii pentru ca este o jegoasa egoista, emo neinteles (pleonasm, ma scuzati) sau mai simplu, o fata simpla de la tara, care la orice schimbare in viata ei nu mai stie ce sa faca. El a suferit mult timp pentru ca isi imagina ca ea va fi cea cu care isi va petrece restul zilelor, cea cu care va intemeia o familie. O contacteaza, ea nu mai raspunde. I-a spus ca nu il mai iubeste. El inca mai spera. Pe urma te cunoaste pe tine. Si esti un vis. Esti tot ce nu e ea. Bine, in timp descopera si defectele tale, dar toate lucrurile acestea marunte, atata timp cat nu sunt dominante, sunt oarecum necesare pentru a face o relatie mai interesanta. El spune ca nu o mai iubeste. Se poate. Desi nu stiu de ce imi vine atat de greu sa cred ca nu mai are niciun fel de sentiment fata de ea. Macar fata de ce au avut, habar n-am. Trebuie sa mai fie ceva! Si nu, nu ma refer la ura. In fine. Tu il crezi, iti vezi de treaba, totul e frumos. Afli ca ea l-a sunat. Panica. Ea vrea sa stea de vorba, el nu. E bine. Ii trimite un mail. Il citesti (pentru ca el te-a intrebat daca vrei, nu pt ca esti o femeie nebuna care ii stie parolele si ii verifica mailurile, facebook si mai stiu eu ce) si ti se face rau pentru ca se pare ca ea dupa 1001358u0139581 de ani de cand i-a zis "Baiete, m-am mutat la oras, am cunoscut multi oameni, simt ca ma sufoc cu tine, pa." incepe sa realizeze ca ii e dor de el. Probabil ca a trecut printr-un moment nasol de curand si se gandeste des la momentele frumoase din ultimii 4-5 ani petrecuti cu el. Spera ca el sa iasa cu ea la o cafea. "Imi lipsesti." El spune:"O sa-i dau datele contului meu ca sa imi trimita banii pe care mi-i datoreaza." (...) "Daca as mai fi indragostit de ea, mi-as face sperante acum."

Da, cred si eu. Dar din cauza asta o urasc cu adevarat. Urasc cand oamenii fac chestii din astea. Ai fost o gramada de ani cu cineva si nu a mers, e CLAR ca nu o sa mearga niciodata. Dar incerci si incerci si incerci si te chinui ingrozitor de mult si suferi. Si ea tot o sa te calce in picioare. Crezi ca s-a schimbat acum pentru ca dintr-o data s.a transformat intr-o fata de oras? Nu, tot e o vaca ignoranta cu probleme sociale. Desi poate ca nu ar trebui sa-mi fac niciun fel de griji, ea tot reprezinta un pericol pentru mine. Femeile sunt ingrozitoare. Sunt monstri. Dar intr-o astfel de situatie nu as face ce face ea.

Vreau sa zac pe plaja intr-o zi placuta de August......:/

Hmmm...din nou am senzatia ca nu am cui sa ma destainui. Nu am cui sa cer sfaturi.... Persoanele cu care vreau sa vorbesc nu sunt disponibile si simt ca innebunesc pentru ca am nevoie de suport moral! Nu pot de una singura....devine obositor si pfff...nu stiu. Ma simt trista azi. Mai ales incepand cu ora 3 PM. Nu stiu cum o sa reusesc. Imi vine sa vars. La figurat, desigur =)). De ce esti asa presata? Mmmhhh poate pt ca pentru mine totul e mult mai complicat si o sa mor pe scaunul asta, vreau acasa. Inca 40 de minute. AAAAAAAAAA :((((((((
Sunt plina de ganduri din alea MEGA emo =))))). Bine, las-o asa. Have fun de 1 Mai <3 :)

Dressed to kill, you look so right; I am drunk with lust tonight.

Pfff...m-am mai simtit vreodata asa? Habar n-am... poate ca pauza asta o sa fie buna? Sper sa nu se schimbe nimic pt el. :D
Ah si ascult numai muzica emo in ultima vreme. Dar e asa placut pt ca am din nou senzatia ca am 18 ani. Si e asa...a never ending youth. Ce dulce eee. Multumesc :)

Pana la urma am postat asta xD - eram la serviciu atunci

Bun. Decat sa stau si sa ma gandesc si sa nu pot sa ma adun mai bine scriu. Nu o sa arat nimanui asta, dar nu conteaza. Asa. Tipul ala...Aaa parca mi-e jena sa scriu pt ca am impresia ca o sa citeasca cineva. In fine. Vreau sa incerc sa ma conving ca nu are chef de mine si ca vrea sa-mi spuna ca bai, uite cum sta treaba...bla bla bla. Pt ca atunci nu o sa fiu CHIAR atat de dezamagita. Dar totusi, de ce m-a contactat dupa atat timp? Da, pt mine aproape o sapt inseamna o vesnicie. Nu stiu cum sa reactionez. Oare o sa tina minte sa ma sune? Parca era dragut. Nu mai stiu. Stiu ca avea un piercing in buza. Si ca se comporta ca un homosexual. Ce draguuuuuut. =^.^=

Asa, sa fim realisti. N-am nicio sansaaaa si daca am, sigur o sa intervina ceva. Ori din partea lui, ori a mea. In afara de asta...ce dracu facea de unul singur in club? Cum sa te duci intr-un club de unul singur doar pt ca prietenii tai nu vor sa mearga? Adica, inteleg ca ai chef dar e aiurea. Omul nu a vorbit cu nimeni toata seara. Iti creezi o aura dubioasa stand singur. Nu poti sa dansezi pt ca e aiurea si daca stai si te uiti la lume arati ca un violator in serie sau pur si simplu un tip singuratic, probabil pedofil sau criminal care nu are prieteni. E ciudat..bine, nu era multa lume in club dar in mod normal ar fi sarit ceva gagici pe el. Mereu se intampla asa. Pana si cei mai fraieri sunt acostati de tipe. Ma rog, el a cam evitat pe toata lumea. Speram si eu ca se uita la mine si cand trec pe langa el intoarce capul O_O. INTOARCE CAPUL in partea cealalta like "whoa nu pot sa ma uit la tine, hai, treci mai repede". Groaznic. Ma gandeam mda, mi s-a parut ca se uita la mine. Probabil ca se uita la mine pt ca EU ma uitam la el si se intreba ce e cu aia? Ce se tot holbeaza la mine? Ma vrea...pacat ca e pocita. LOL. Ma intreb daca m-a vazut cand m-am pupacit cu Olga. X_X Who knows. Dar cand a zis cati ani are ce reactie a avut parca "hmm...hai sa gasesc ceva care sa o faca pe-asta sa zica ah, esti naspa bai, nu ne potrivim, mie imi plac gnomii de fapt...Ah, am 25 de ani! :/ *sorry, i hope you don't mind*" cu o fatza din aia "am prietena, SCUZE", "am deja ceva de baut, SCUZE", "nu-ti sta bine cu par, SCUZE"...stii?

Vai ma pis pe mine aici nu mai pot. Ma cam strange cureaua. Dar hai ca mai rezist eu 45 de minute. Mai bine nu scriam asta. 45 de minute! Iisuse! xD Imi place sa zic Iisuse. Suna asa dramatic. Vaiiiiiii oare ce are sa-mi zica? Japonezul ala nu mai vine. Asta e. Probabil ca nu o sa ne vedem niciodata. Nu ca eu as fi avut vreo intentie sa il vad IRL dar daca tot s-a ivit ocazia uai nat? Trece cam greu timpul. Nu-mi place. Sunt paroasa. Najpa. Poate zice Janoooo hai la discotheque avec moaie! Si io nu pot Ioane ca am per pe maini! Slaaabe sanse. Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe rau. (3,14)² striga vezica mea. Imi pare rau, darling, trebuie sa le servesc patria la ajtia. O singura persoana vorbeste la telefon in cladirea asta acum. I can has toilets? 21:21 Termina-te bai ca-mi strici freza. Da, hai ca a trecut. E si 22. Daca e, la fara un sfert ma duc la baie. Nu se poate. Si n-am chef sa sun pe nimeni sa le zic iar, fietilor, ma duc si je la baie, pot sa pun tielifonu pe redirectionare apeluri? Aha, gracias darling. Sunt o printesa. Nu pot sa dezvalui adevarurile dureroase din spatele acestei masti perfecte. Nu vorbeste nimeni la telefon. Pot sa plec? :) Inca 20 de minute. Vai ce mult!

Dun dun dun! *dramatic*

Have you ever watched a movie or something similar in a language you don't understand and without subtitles and during a dramatic scene where someone starts crying you can't help but cry too and feel for the character? It's fascinating! I guess it's called good acting but that's not what I'm trying to say here. A few days ago I took a cab to work and the driver was Serbian. Friendly guy. We started talking about the languages of the world and how odd they are and that even if we don't understand each other through words, we still are the same. And we understand the body language and bla bla I don't want to get into this. It's one of those topics that lots of people write on and everybody knows something about it and it's not hard to figure out how it works. But yeah, I was moved by a scene in a TV Series episode and after feeling like I was about to burst into tears I realized that "hey, I don't even know what they were arguing about but she looked extremely hurt and she never cried during the series and the other guys there were like WHOA, she can cry! which means that this is a special intense moment and the guy who yelled at her looks like he feels sorry for what he did but he won't apologize yet." It was probably the background music too, which I didn't notice but I'm sure was there. *sigh*

I have to go to work tomorrow. And then go back to being anti-social.

Peace!

No offense, but your friends keep turning up dead.

"She nearly ran into the person standing in the hall. Her gaze jerked up, off her own feet, to take in fashionably ratty deck shoes, some foreign kind. Above that were jeans, body hugging, old enough to look soft over hard muscles. Narrow hips. Nice chest. Face to drive a sculptor crazy: sensuous mouth, high cheekbones. Dark sunglasses. Slightly tousled black hair. Bonnie stood gaping a moment.

Oh, my God, I forgot how gorgeous he is, she thought. Elena, forgive me; I'm going to grab him.

"Stefan!" she said."

Things that tend to look the same? Or just bad timing. (+movie trailers at the end)

Ok. As much as I hate these:

Paris, Cathedral of Notre Dame

Chartres, Cathedral of Notre Dame

Reims, Cathedral of Notre Dame

Bayeux, Cathedral of Notre Dame

I pretty much find annoying all these new movies that will hit the cinemas this year. Don't you have the impression that they all tend to be the same? Well at least the trailers do. It seems that we're such a depressed folk that we desperately need to dive into some sort of a fantasy world which obviously involves lots of fighting and sweating in wars. Oh and mythology. And the music in the trailers!!! It's like they just discovered that heavy guitar riffs go perfectly with action scenes put in slow motion and then sped up. I mean I'm excited to see these movies, I'm not going to lie. Still, it bugs me. And is Sam Worthington going to be the main character in every awesome movie from now on? I really like him but it's hard for me to switch my brain from one story to another having the same face in front of my eyes.

Here are the magnificent trailers:

1. Clash of the Titans

2. The Season of the Whitch

3.Robin Hood

4. Solomon Kane

5. Prince of Persia

6. Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Some old things I wrote in a notebook

12 Sept. 2008

Ce de motociclisti pe autostrada.
Anberlin.
August evenings bring solemn warnings to remember to kiss the ones you love good night.

Succes. Succes?! Asta a fost tot? Dupa atatia ani? Dar presupun ca asa se termina tot. Cu un cuvant banal. Pa. Bafta. Te pup. Succes.

Nine in the Afternoon. Song of the year.
Abia astept sa ajung acasa. In Oberbilk. M-am razgandit. Cred ca vreau sa raman in Germania. Insa nu am precizat cu cine.

Parca e mai bine asa. Oh, Cinema Bizarre. Stai. Ce vis am avut?! Cine era ala?! Mai blond, asa. L-am intrebat stanjenita daca e vampir si el a zis razand ca da. Asa in stilul " Evident ca sunt, nu ti-ai dat seama pana acum?"
Awkward! Da. Normal ca exista vampiri. Sunt pur si simplu oameni cu anumite preferinte si placeri diferite de cele ale "colectivului". Oamenii tind sa exagereze cand povestesc intamplari. Si asa s-a ajuns la tot felul de monstri.

Hmmm.
Stefan, Dan, Remus, tipul ala dubios, Cum il chema pe ala?, Flo, ala cu dreaduri, P, Mihnea o_O wtf?! Bleah. Nu mai. Never. Everything is average nowadays. Cred ca Marcus m-ar injunghia din cauza asta. Sau mi-ar da foc =). Thank God he's in Salisbury.

Ce tot cade pe mine?! Ah, esarfe. Kippen!! Ba nu. Vreau un pat nou.
Blah. Stiu ca nu ma place. O inteleg ffff bine. Dar e asa o chestie...te urasc dar imi place de tine cand ma bagi in seama si te iubesc cand ma asculti si purtam discutii de suflet.

Tocmai a cazut un album foto peste mine. Ma doare bratul. M-a injurat cineva.
Sheeeee isn't real.... I can't make her real..... Bine. Kris.

"Urasc ziua asta de tipul 26:2=13" =))))) O gandisem mult pe-asta atunci.

Brusc, vreme oribila. NRW sux anus. Dar asezarea orasului asta e ideala. Intr-o zona aglomerata de orase mari, aproape de 3 granite si de UK.

Au ramas urme de la basicile facute de sandalele alea negre. Dar a fost o zi/seara draguta. Exceptand faza cu Irina x_X.

"Mergeti 3km, pe urma, si parasiti autostrada." =)))

16°C afara. O_O. Vreme de Noiembrie.

Inca un sfert de ora si ajung acasa. Trebuie sa imi ingrijesc bronzul. Hmmm...ce o sa fac cand o sa vina Calin? Pe unde sa-l duc? Eh, o sa incerc sa fiu spontana :DDD Abia astept.
Uhhh va trebui sa ma intalnesc cu Olli intr-o zi. Nu i-am zis lui Igor la multi ani de ziua lui O_O. Uh-oh. O sa-l sun.

My stalker is still out there somewhere. Cine naiba o fi?!

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Sunt in biblioteca. Urasc momentele cand te uiti in jurul tau si observi ca tipa care sta la masa alaturata are un pulover LA FEL ca al tau. Bine, al ei e un gri mai deschis. Si ea e naspa, iar eu sunt o printesa superba. Gata, m-am linistit. Back to the wonderful revision.
505 va fi dulapul meu cat timp stau pe-aici. Asta daca nu or sa mi-l ocupe altii. Blah, ce naspa e sa fii singur aici. Adica e plin de studenti, dar nimeni cunoscut. Oh nu, cred ca se apropie tipa cu puloverul. O aud dupa cum isi tot curata gatul. Smexy. Ah, nu vine. Joy. E pretty naspa tipul ala care fuma...ce fuma? Lucky Strike sau Marlboro. Poate crede ca il urmaresc. Nah, s-a asezat strategic langa WC-ul fetelor. El ma urmareste =). Ok, cu siguranta nu. Facultatile sunt pline de coincidente. Eu chiar nu credeam ca cineva imi citeste blogul. Adica vad un nr de oameni care mi l-au vizitat, dar...in fine. =) Multumesc persoanei care citeste acum aceasta fraza in acest moment. Un *muah* lipicios. Eww. Din ala cu lipgloss care ramane pe obraz. Dar nu sunt data cu nimic pe buze.

"Mehr Leistungen für Menschen mit Demenz...
Fachjournal des bad e.V. background
August 4/2008"

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Nu stiu cat o sa mai rezist aici.
Nu gasesc puterea de a ma convinge ca poate e mai bine asa.
- Ce imi doresc?
- Cand a inceput sa se intunece atat de devreme?
- Am un zid in fata (la propriu si la figurat)

Yogi Bear - Boomerang

Nu vreau sa fiu realista. Realismul nu te face fericit.
Am realizat ieri ca daca as avea acum foarte multi bani, nu m-as simti mai bine.
Money instead of happiness - PANICA (m-am speriat de un om in curte X_X)
Nu ma pot obisnui. Mirosul...nu e ce caut, nu e ce vreau, nu e acasa.
Trebuie sa-i scriu aluia. Navy. Frate. Nu stiu, nu cred ca as avea curajul sa ma bag la asa ceva. Dar are un vis si are sansa sa si-l urmeze. Eu ce vis am? Nu am. Visez tot timpul, dar mereu e alta poveste, alta situatie, alt viitor.
Same as 5 years ago. August, Take this Bottle, lacrimi peste lacrimi.
Throat-decay.

*note from the present (a.k.a. 09.01.2010): Si acum urmeaza poezia inspirata de ce am scris mai sus. Nu o sa o scriu aici, o gasiti pe Writers-Network.com

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Fortune cookie messages:

1. You are a splendid tactician.
2. Wisdom can be given from one generation to the other.
3. Do you always need what you want?
4. You will overcome many difficulties without great problems.
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FASCINANTTTT!