I <3 Nick Hornby

I took my "Language Practice" exam today. One down. At least I hope. There's always the possibility of failing it. Next one is on Friday.

I finally took Hornby's "31 Songs" in the library to read. And in the first chapter there it goes, one of the reasons I adore him: he writes about me. Well, not about me obviously, but it feels that way. I wish I had the original but I'm reading the Croatian translation so I can't quote it properly but this is what it basically says: he says that he doesn't know what to say when people ask him about the music he likes because he likes songs rather than certain musicians and all he can say is that he likes to hum those songs, and that he makes people listen to them and that he gets mad if they don't like them as much as he does.
That is me. If some of you managed to turn away from the Went-slides on my profile for a second at some point, you may have had noticed that in Music I list a few of my favourite songs. Not musicians, songs. I've had these favourite songs for years and it's pretty much all I ever listen to. Anyway, the point here is that HORNBY IS BRILLIANT. Thank you.

Radio Plus

My classes are over. And the exams are beginning. I kept thinking I had my first one on Feb 2, but then today I found out there's one on Jan 30! I actually have it written down, I just forgot about it. That can't be a good sign, right?
The guys on Radio Plus were hilarious today! I mean, they always are but this is the convo they had today:
They were having listeners sending them text-messages about what they wanted to be when they grow up as children. Then they'd read some messages and play some music. So one of them says: Play some disco music. About growing up. And dreams. And the other is going through the music: Growing up... Growing up... There's isn't any. There's "Grown & sexy"... but that's lame. So I'll play Trini Lopez, "Guantanamera". Because it comes right after it.

Sister's BF

My sister's boyfriend ended up in the hospital today. He went to the apendix surgery two hours ago and he just called and said he was out of the OR and was ok, just sleepy! THANK GOD!

The Making Of Friends

One of our classes got cancelled today and since I had no books with me that I could do some studying from, I went to the library and read some poetry. I don't like poetry, I really don't, but this poem... It's for all of my friends, flesh'n'blood and cyber ones! I love you all!

The Making Of Friends
(Edgar Guest)

Life is sweet because of the
friends we have made
And the things which in common
we share;
We want to live on, not because
of ourselves,
But because of the ones who
would care.
It's living and doing for
somebody else
On that all of life's splendor
depends,
And the joy of it all, when we
count it all up,
Is found in the making of friends.

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed

WHAT LIPS MY LIPS HAVE KISSED
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.


Am I too young to be recognizing myself in this poem?

Bored Blabber

Okay, I'm bored. The game is over (and YAAY! once again! It was tough but they did it!), there's nothing on TV and there's no one I know on myspace or at WFW's.
I was practicing conditionals earlier. Even I am beginning to realize that the time has come to get down to studying. I am really hoping it would all go well, I am really hoping. If those of you who might read this pray, throw in a good word for me , ok? Thank you!
I almost overslept this morning. I have no idea how that happened. I always hear my cell when the alarm goes off but apparently today I didn't. Or it never went off. Anyhow... I was awake at 6.05am but I wasn't supposed to get up before 6.20 so I closed my eyes for just a sec... Next thing I know, I'm jumping out of bed, it's 7.50 (!!!!!), I'm brushing my teeth, my sister (God bless her! the hair-doing pays off occasionally!) is putting books in my bag, I'm getting dressed, calculating the time I have, hoping I'll catch the bus, my sis is giving me some money to buy myself a magazine that I love (did I say "God bless her!" already?) and I'm ready to go...
I made it.
(and I bet you're wondering why on Earth was I getting up at 6.20 if I made it when I got up at 7.50... It's complicated...)

Insults

~Why don't you slip into something more comfortable... like a coma.

~Don't believe everything you think.

~Well aren't you just the most adorable black hole of need.

~Shhh... that's the sound of nobody caring what you think.

~If you have something to say, raise your hand and place it over your mouth.

~You're not yourself today... I noticed the improvement immediately.

~Don't let your mind wander... It's too small to be let out on it's own.

~Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

~I hear you changed your mind at last... What did you do with the diaper?

Thank you, Nic! Did you know that these work just as well in Croatian?

Bored Blabber

I'm in front of my computer, just stuffed myself with McDonald's junk and am bored, bored, bored...
Is this the lowest point a person can find self at or what?
Yeah...
But you know, it's ok. Me... I'm low one second and up the other.

To My Friend

Your hair is longer now,
but the curls are the same.
Your cheek bones seem to be higher.
You smile
but your eyes are silent.
It's been over two years now.
Sadness becomes you and yet...
If we could only have him back.
Their son.
Your brother.
My friend.

(To my friend. I miss you.)

Reality Report

I literally became wet for Went this morning. I was on the bus, on my way to the Uni, lost in my thoughts. Yes, you guessed it, I was thinking about Went. And I had my backpack in my lap and a bottle of water in my backpack. So I'm sitting there, minding my own business, thinking my (inappropriate) thoughts, playing "Snake" on my cell and I'm feeling something cold on my thigh. But I pay no attention to it, I'm thinking it's just the bottle of water in my backpack that I am sensing. Then, 5 minutes later I realize something must be wrong because what I'm feeling is just TOO COLD. So I remove my backpack from my lap and as I grab it, I realize it's wet. My jacket is also wet! My pants are also wet! Even my jacket SLEEVE is fucking wet! Not to mention my notebooks. RUINED! The water has been leeking out for minutes, soaking everything. Naturaly, I got pissed but then, so unlike me, I thought: "How bad is this really? I spilled some water on me." And I realize it's not that bad. It'll dry.
To tell you the truth, it's drying already. I'm in my class now. The sweet 19yr old brought me S2E13 and a program for converting music to the mp3 format. So that's good. But Maja found toothpaste in my hair. Which means I was walking through the city wet and toothpasted. And that's not good.
It's only 9.03am. I can't wait to see what this day yet has to offer.

(written earlier today)

PMS

What happened yesterday was a bad case of PMS. Then today I got ecstatic around 4pm then sank around 5pm... Yep, that's how it goes... Gotta love the mood swings!
As I was on the bus on my way home, a teen couple sat behind me. Kissing all the fucking way. It was as if they were kissing IN MY FUCKING EAR! And they kept saying I love you! I love you too! in between sessions... OMG! I bet they've been togheter for no longer than a month. If that long...
Do I sound bitter? Unfair? Well, blame it on the that time of the month!!!!

Lonely?

Apparently, I'm lonely. Am I? I don't think so. I like being alone. Alone and lonely are not the same. Am I lacking something? Probably. Will I ever find it? Probably not.

Grateful

I am grateful for a few things.
Mostly for these amazing, hot as hell Wentworth's pictures. Yes, I still stare at them. Yes, I am aware it's been two days. Yes, I will probably be ready for an institution any minute now. Yes, I'm fine with being locked in a cell. As long as I can take these (and some older pictures) with me.
I got an A- today on that McDonald's essay I did last year, before the Down Under frenzy, before the Liquid Sex Live experience, before the Making Tweed Sexy, before the Neon Madness, before THESE PICTURES... What was I talking about? I'm sure it was nothing important.
I am also grateful to Jelena for clearing something up. You see, if it weren't for her, I would be studying the wrong lectures for my Friday exam. I was gonna study the stuff we're doing NEXT WEEK. (that is, if I turn out to be studying anything at all with all of this hotness surrounding me and pulling my attention away from the books)
And did I mention I was extremely grateful for the new Wentworth's pictures? Well, I am VERY VERY VERY GRATEFUL!!!!!!

Waste Of Time

I woke up at 9am to wash my hair before I go to ONE class of 45min at 11. I got up even though all I wanted to do was to turn over and continue sleeping. At 11 my friend picked me up and drove me to the Uni. She was going to hers anyway so she gave me a ride. Then I waited for about 45min for my class to begin. Then professor came. And told us the class was cancelled. FUCKING CANCELLED!!!!!!!
Then I went back home. %*&#@&amp;amp;%#&%*#!!!!!!!

The Holiday

I'm going to see "The Holiday" tonight. Mmmm, Kate Winslet...
I hope it's not crap. I've had enough of crappy movies with "Borat" for the next 10 years.
We're having a drink after the movie. Wanna bet I'll be home before midnight?

So I'm home. It's 10.46pm. Told you I'd be back before midnight! But I loved the movie. Yes, Kate Winslet was gorgeous. Jude Law too. All shirts and tweed jackets. And a black suit and white shirt with top buttons undone at the end. I grabbed my heart and went "Oh my God!". Seriously hot.
But I enjoyed the movie itself. I like movies where people talk a lot and do little if nothing. I only wish Cameron Diaz wasn't in it. She's too annoying.
Well, that's about it. And oh, if you liked "Borat", don't go see "The Holiday".

Useless Facts

Ok, my last post was really boring so I'm gonna list some of these useless facts, the ones I found to be the most interesting. If you wanna read them all, HERE they are.
This is my selection.

~The name Wendy was made up for the book "Peter Pan." Wendy, did you know that?
~No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver and purple. I can't help but trying to think of at least one...
~There is approximately one chicken for every human being in the world. I wanna meet mine.
~There are 1 million ants for every human in the world. Them I don't wanna meet.
~The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets. There's a name for it?! Not in Croatian, I think.
~Sex burns 360 calories per hour. No wonder I gained all that weight lately...
~It has been estimated that humans use only 10% of their brain. That sounds about right.
~The common idea that only 10% of the brain is used it not true as it is impossible to determine the actual percentage because of the complexity of the brain. WTF?
~Coca-Cola was originally green. I knew that. No, really, I did!
~Dr. Kellogg introduced Kellogg's Corn Flakes in hopes that it would reduce masturbation. That worked out...
~Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying. Thank you!
~Einstein couldn't speak fluently until after his ninth birthday. His parents thought he was mentally retarded. See, people? Just give me time...
~There were always 56 curls in Shirley Temple's hair. Now this is what I call useless.
~Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin. I knew that. And ewww.
~A whale's penis is called a dork. So when we say Wentworth is adorkable, what we're saying is that... OH MY GOD! *bangs head against wall*

Uni Blabber

I came home from P.E. I bought myself a new cardigan, dark brown. It's pretty. Ok, it's not pretty, it's plain but it suits me.
I have another class today, at 5.30pm. It's probably my favourite class of them all. We have to read a lot of really boring books for it, that are in addition written in archaic language, but this professor is amazing. He likes to discuss about the books and the discussion usually leads us in the most unexpected directions. And the best part is that he takes us seriously, really listens to what we have to say even if we're just talking nonsense. Like that one time when I literally burst out with laughter when we were discussing a legend about St. Margaret (or at least I think that was her name) and the way she was tortured because of her faith. I just couldn't restrain myself when the dragon appeared! THE FUCKING DRAGON! So I laughed like a crazy person but he totally took me seriously and said that maybe the author meant to write a parody. ?????????? In Middle Ages???? Uwwkey... But it was really great.
Oh God, this was so boring! Sorry.
What I wanted to say was that we were supposed to read the first Croatian novel for today and I tried, I really tried, I went through half of it but OH MY GOD! It is soooooo boring... No way is there gonna be a live discussion over that one. No way. So I don't exactly feel like going to that class today. Oh well... A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

The Wonderful Horrors Of Waxing

I'm just stealing this story. It's too funny not to share! ENJOY! (well, this will seem inappropriate in the end...)

The wonderful horrors of waxing

As many of you know, last year I had a near-death experience trying to
do my own bikini-waxing at home... Praise God that it didn't go as far as it could have! Please read the following account--it is a cautionary tale! All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my
mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the
medicine cabinet."

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other
stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right! ) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.

It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship!, drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself...

RRRRIIIPPP!

I'm blind! Blinded from pain!... OH MY GOD! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!
Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious... Do I hear crashing drums? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy, the
wax-covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!

There's no hair on it. Where is the hair? WHERE IS THE WAX? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair; The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake ...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DANG! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *Hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut! - - Butt? Sealed shut!

I do the penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water! Hot water melts wax! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off.
Right?

*WRONG!*

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment? I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub ... in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax ... So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!
God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and may have the secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" I calmly tell her. There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from
me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH! Right! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions, I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling
for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace...the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and ...OH MYGOD!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It is s-o-o-o painful, l but I really don't care. "IT WORKS! It works!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair...THE HAIR IS STILL THERE... ALL OF IT!.

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color....

A Debate

We had an interesting debate today in my "English Language Practice" class. We were handed out these taboo-statements and we were supposed to agree or disagree with them and then discuss it.
Now, I'm not all that good at hearing other people's opinions, mostly because I'm really stubborn and I have an opinion about everything. And I'm ready to fight for them. But I held myself back since I was in class. Here, however, I can say anything I want...
Anyway, these are the statements:

1. My friends should come from the same social background as I do. I mostly agree, simply because I don't feel comfortable around really rich people or people from the margins of society.
2. It is impossible to have a happy family life and a successful career. I think so. Well, maybe certain people can find a way to balance the two, but I really believe that at the end of the day at least one has to suffer due to the other. Especially for women, who so often have to make the choice between being a mother or having a career.
3. War is not an option for solving international disputes. It certainly isn't. It only causes more problems, more misery, more pain. I've been through a war, I know what I'm talking about.
4. Multinational global corporations are to blame for most problems in the world today. Well, I wouldn't say I blame them entirely but they are certainly not helping. I don't think they have caused the world famine and poverty but they are contributing to keeping the status quo.
5. Women will never be equal to men in the workplace. Unfortunately, I agree. Not because I think they are worth less but because that's the way they... WE are treated. I somehow don't see it changing soon. Or ever.
6. Marriage is outdated. There is no need for state or church approval or recognition of a partnership. I do believe it's outdated but only because people are not willing to work on their marriages anymore. A lot of people just leave at the first sign of trouble. Me personally am the first who'd do that so no, I don't see me getting married in the near future. Or ever.
7. Gay couples shouldn't be allowed to adopt children. That is just fucked up! Why the hell not? There are millions of abandoned children all over the world in need of a home and a family. Wouldn't they be better off with any kind of parents than in the streets or in institutions? If a single father can raise a child, I can't see why two fathers wouldn't do even a better job (same goes for having two mothers).
8. The death penalty is acceptable in some cases. YES. Pedophiles and rapists should be exterminated.
9. Celebrities earn too much money. Yes, they do. And we are to blame. (And I am aware of the irony...)
10. The government is responsible for making sure that all citizens of a country have at least a minimum living wage job. I couldn't agree more. If you knew the unemployment rates in my country, you'd agree too. I think Sweden is the way to go.
11. Quality of life will greatly improve in the future. With the way we're destroying this planet, get sick with the new sickness every day, allienate from each other, devote our lives to earning money we can then spend on stuff we neither want or need... I really think NOT.
12. Military service should be obligatory. No.

If you feel like commenting on anything, I really hope you do.

Being Shown

As I walked into the classroom today, Tomislav said: "You are in the newspaper." Then Maja came and smiled awkwardly and pulled the newspaper out of her bag and there it was, my nostril, taking over cca 60% of the photo... Maja, lucky bi***, got to be all blurry. DAMMIT!

Being Photographed

A funny thing happened today. We had yet another break between the classes, 12 - 2pm, and it was a beautiful, sunny, rather warm day so Maja and I decided to take a walk by the river Drava instead of having coffee in a darkened, smokey cafe. As we were passing by the ice cream shop, we just couldn't resist and we bought it. I had cookies-punch and she took cookies-nutella. So we went to the river and took a seat at a bench. And there we are, minding our own business, having our ice cream when out of the blue this guy shows up. And he has a camera in his hands. And he tells us he wants to take our pictures because he's writing a story for the local newspaper about unusually high temperatures in the city so us eating ice cream would fit just perfectly with it. And then there he was, taking our pictures for about 10 minutes or so, telling us to act naturally. YEAH, RIGHT! We were laughing like crazy persons, Maja stuck her nose in it, a piece of it fell on my jacket... So if you see two mad girls in newspaper eating ice cream in January, yep, that's us.

Back To Classes

I survived the first day back. I was really happy to see my girls again. Funny how it took me only few months to really like them, Maja, Anja and Jelena in particular. You know, I was quite scared it would be weird for me to spend my time with girls that are that much younger than me (I thought I'd be isolated) but they are so nice and smart and funny and they totally think of me as one of their own. So seeing them made the first day go much easier (seeing them and hearing they hate to come back just as much).
I have a headache. I think it's a symptom of crisis. Seriously lacking Wentworth today. Must get my fix tonight.
But when I think about getting up at 5.20am tomorrow... Bah... Is this another wave of depression I feel coming up? Nah, I'm good. Just having a headache.

Back To Classes

So it's back to classes tomorrow. Damn. I like laziness. Seriously. I'm the Queen of Lazy. I went through years doing not a fucking thing. Now I got the taste of it again and I don't want to let go of it... Blah... Back to school it is. It's gonna be stressful, I can tell you that, these next couple of months. If only there was a way to get a sneak preview of how it's going to turn out at the end of the day, you know, once it's all over. I would like to know if it's gonna be worth it. Am I being unreasonable? Maybe. It's who I am. Lazy. Unreasonable. Moody. Bitch. I'm not easy to put up with. Sometimes it's hard for me to live with me. Honestly, I can't believe my friends can take it. If I were them, I'd run away ages ago. That's me now, getting depressed again. I remember being happy. I wish I could go back to that...

Idiot

Of course, going out was a complete waste of time. Dammit, you'd think I know better by now.
Funny thing. I got out of bed this morning and I felt something was rather ... peculiar. For a second or two I couldn't really put my finger on it... but then I realized I went to bed in my sweatpants instead of my pajama. (In my defense, it was 4.30am. It doesn't justify me? Yeah, I know...)

Saturday Blabber

Well, it's an early Saturday afternoon. Nothing is going on in Wentworth-wonderland so I get to breathe normally.
Actually, he's not winning at Hello! Magazine anymore, so if you wanna help, please do. Thank you!
I'm going out tonight. That's too much going out for me, first at Christmas, now tonight again... I know, you must be laughing at me, but I just don't go out much. I don't enjoy it. The music is usually bad (from my point of view) and the fucking kids... You know, 14-year-olds smoking and drinking and yelling... (Now you're wondering where the hell do I go out! Well, unfortunately, it's pretty much the same everywhere you go here.) Not my kind of good time. But I guess it gets better when I'm drunk enough.

2006 Review

So this has been another year in my life. I heard a woman on the radio yesterday saying that the year 2006 is about to be "erased". Well, I certainly hope it wouldn't be erased entirely. This has been a good year. And I don't get to say that often.
It didn't start that well, that's for sure. At the beginning of the year I was unemployed (still am), living with my parents (still am), sharing a room with my sister (yep, still am) and I was sure I'm not going back to school EVER (aha!).
I've been looking for a job but it wasn't going well (it's a Croatian thing, you have to know people to have anything done around here). It was really depressing.
Then a friend of mine asked me to come with her to Krk to work in a diving centre. Now, I'm not the kind that just leaves everything and takes of. But this time I did. In two days time I was at the other side of the country (I know, it's not a very big country but still...).
It was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I met wonderful people, people that took me in as one of their own. How often is your boss a true friend as well? Well, this one was!Boris, Ivana, Robert, Irena, Dragica, Anton, Štefica, Dule, Goga, Dražen, Janko, Damir, Damir(Os), Toni, Luka, Rea... HVALA VAM SVIMA!
And a huge "THANK YOU!" goes to JELENA and BRANIMIR for not letting me give up of my dream. They are the ones who convinced me to give it another shot and now... Now I'm back in school, studying what I always wanted, English and Croatian. And I love it, everything about it, especially this little study-group of mine: Maja, Anja, Jelena, Martina, Ana, Tomislav, Davor and Nina. And yes, you guys, the others are just weird!
And finally, I became aware of the presence of the pure perfection in this world. You know what I'm talking about... WENTWORTH MILLER, a man of many talents, a man that amazes me every single day, a man that is a sight for sore eyes, with a voice that sends shivers down my spine, with the eyes that got me under a spell, a man that is a true 8th world wonder... Thank you, Wentworth, for giving me a reason to smile and laugh and cry a little, and thank you for bringing me together with these wonderful people: Fien, Julie, Perla, Jo, Wendy, Vills, Vir, J.S., Ruthie, Claire, Tami, Goga, Michelle, Stacy, Belinda, Lexie and WFW and everyone there. They are a great bunch to spend lonely hours with! I love you, guys!


I na kraju, ali nikako najmanje važna, SONJA... Stara, šta da ti kažem? Fala, Soliteru, za sve (znaš vec, za upis na razne nacine, za kafenisanje, za informacije, za to što si tu...)!


HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! I HOPE IT'S A GREAT ONE FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!

Amused

Oh my God! This was so hilarious... I laughed my ass off!
It's New Year here, just begun, and my sister calls me from the party she's at with her boyfriend to say "Happy New Year!" to me. In addition she tells me that there's a boy, her boyfriend's cousin, that would like to get to know me better because he thinks I'm awesome!!!
I laughed so hard... He must be drunk!!! I am too, but not that much!
What a start of a year 2007! I hope there's more laughter to come!
Happy New Year!!! (again!)

current music: Can't Hurry Love, Phil Collins (but I'm not kidding!)