tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65241179179541430332012-01-25T18:29:12.538+01:00I have nothing to say and I'm saying it.Krissiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14620291759637369340noreply@blogger.comBlogger6711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524117917954143033.post-79915138958358607602011-08-12T23:08:00.003+02:002011-08-12T23:24:19.485+02:00

No, seriously. For the last two weeks I've been substituting for a neighbour as a cleaning lady in the local bank, so she could go on a vacation. Now, I'm not saying it's embarrassing or anything - it's a job, and someone's gotta do it - but don't you think it's a little bit sad to be 29 and the only job you can find is cleaning someone's toilet for almost no money for an extremely short period

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We gave dad the old laptop. Hoo boy.Dad: Have you read the jokes on the Internet?Me: Well, not all of them.He proceeds to tell them to us.~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~Dad Discovers Internet vol. IIor HOW TO MAKE LOOKING AT INTERNET PORN COMPLICATEDMe: Watchu doin'?Dad: Playing strip-poker.I say a quick prayer begging whoever is listening to not let my Dad be stripping for random creepers on the

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Let me tell you about a TV show that I just had the misfortune to watch.It's a show about dream houses. Now, I expected it to be about taking a house and redecorating it to make it someone's dream house. You know, that kind of a before/after show (that I'm almost not ashamed to admit watching).It started with a real estate agent showing some people, with what to me is an obscene amount of money,

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It's 10.16pm, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Well, okay, I'm guessing we're still in Slovenia, but this could easily be Austria as well, as far as I know. Behind me there's an old dude huffing and puffing all the way, as if he's personally driving this bus Fred-Flintstone-style. But then again, he drank a 0,5l can of beer at the bus station back in Osijek, then had a few more on the

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So plz to be forwarding all your throwable rocks to me. TIA.Not just because a certain jailbait boy suddenly realised how young he really is and stopped communicating with me. Clearly, I'm not that resentful a person.No, when I say boys are stupid, I mean men, and when I say men, I mean, that old guy in my computer class, and the mayor of my town, AND the jailbait ex-bf of mine. See? I have

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Have a look at it instead.

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Well, obviously not entirely, but listen to this.My boss' laptop gave all it had to give, apparently, and it died last year or so. Therefore, I have no computer at my disposal.Right now I'm at the reception, charging my iPod and checking e-mail. I figured this would be a great time to upload the first of my video blogs I recorded today. Alas... First, I accidentally turned off the online radio

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I am off to Krk in an hour.I've been absent lately, but it's rather time-consuming preparing for 2 months of living away from home. So, sorry about that. I'd say I'll try to be a better friend, but who knows how much Internet time (if any) I'll have, so.Stay well, have a great summer, and I'll see you when I see you.♥Kris

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...don't you just wanna be somewhere where you can slice them up for cold beverages? Somewhere where random boys flirt with you just because you're the girl with the hand on the beer tap?Well, I do. I want to be there yesterday.

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#1 Yesterday there was a rerun of the "Jeeves & Wooster" pilot, and as I was watching it, my sister said: "Who is that actor? He looks so familiar!"#2 I entered the kitchen today and saw our ancient little square fan turned on, but facing the wall. "Why is it facing the wall?", I asked as I turned it around. "Oh," my mother exclaims. "Is that why it's not cooling me? I thought it didn't

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Because the Internet told me to.Subtle, Internet, really subtle.

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Today I realised the last three guys that expressed their interest in me sexually were all forty-something divorced men with teenage children.Who the hell am I and when did I become her?!

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You know, I haven't had sex in a really long time, but if this is how ~things~ look nowadays, I'd rather pass anyway.

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Not even 2 months old, and already making international phone calls via Skype (with a little help of her Grandma).Baby EmaHow is it even possible to be so cute??!

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I have a beautiful baby niece Ema! Let me show you her!~^~^~^~I have new footwear! SHINY!~^~^~^~You know what would look good on that stumpy ankle? A tattoo. OR*iz thinking*

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Like, someone wants to have this on their body forever?!

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It happens when, for the first time, you talk to someone from the other side of the world, and they sound just as dorky and adorable as you pictured them. (I'm looking at you, Lindy!)It happens when your cousin, who you and your family could barely stand visiting once or twice a year, stops drinking and once again becomes almost a brother you remember from growing up.It happens when his 6-

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I love Maichan because she brings rainbows and ponies into my life! Often combined.There goes her street cred... :PTo restore it, I must add she also scared the crap out of me with her card that SPEWED A NINJA BUTTERFLYINTO MY FACE! Gaaaaaaah! Scary motherfucker.I've since scared my Mom, Dad, sister, sister's BF, and an unsuspecting neighbour. MT would be proud - she first send it to

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The roof is fixed.In other news, the glass on the oven door exploded yesterday.

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Think about baby animals.Think about your childhood stuffed toys.Think about picking up your favourite purple cow from a box and finding a nest of newborn mice living in the butchered insides of your childhood stuffed toys.There. Now you know how I feel.

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Well okay, I'm not Oprah, therefore I don't actually have a book club. I do, however, have a book I'd like to introduce to you. Lo and behold! (I don't actually know what that means, but it seemed appropriate.)RAZOR WIRE PUBIC HAIR is the touching tale of a living, breathing, thinking, sex toy that is hopelessly in love with its owner who views it as little more than an object.It's not as

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You were saying?

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So we're cleaning our attic. For the first time in 63 years. Yep. The crap in our attic has been through a war intact. We found stuff my late grandma left there, the grandma that remarried and moved to another town in 1981. 'Nuff said.We brought down our old school books and my diaries and notebooks with poems. I was one fuckin' emo teenager. The one with no gift for poetry whatsoever.

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Mom: I think this year, when you go to Krk, you should bring some protection with you.Me: I'm bringing myself with me. Trust me, that's all the protection I need.

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...and be envied by every boy in town.

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The Inappropriate Egg Stickers EditionThis little dude at least had the decency to turn around, thus hiding his ~business~ from us, the innocent by-standers.This one, however... Well. Let's just say it's a good thing everyone in my family is an adult.

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My Mum thinks my 41yo computer course teacher is hitting on me. Yeah. Just because he came over yesterday to hang out a bit with me. Which, okay, might be a bit weird to her, but that doesn't mean he's trying to get into my pants.Him telling me I'm ~fascinating~, complimenting my make-up, and my perfume - that might mean he's trying to get into my pants, but my Mum doesn't know about that.

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Ugh, no. I think a dude from my computer course is hitting on me.

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There's this across-the-street neighbour lady who likes to poke her nose into, well, everything. She was over yesterday when I came home from the course, and as I was heating my lunch she said she had to tell me about this thing her granddaughter said the other day. Do tell, I say all politely, although I couldn't be less interested in this topic of conversation.And this is what she says:

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During the last three weeks I've been attending this ECDL (European Computer Driving License) course. Maybe you've noticed I haven't been around as much in the evening (that's my evening, not Maichan's), and that is why. It takes place every weeknight from 9 to 11pm. Funny, when I'm at home, I'm easily up till 1am or so, but there? I get sleepy at 10. LOL Anyway. I've learned so much

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For no reason whatsoever, my sister bought me 2000 Calories mascara and my favourite lip gloss, Silk Gloss, in a fabulous shade of peach! ♥ \o/ ♥In other news, Mom went to her 3 week rehabilitation therapy thing to a thermal spa. Which means PRIVACY and ALONE TIME! Woooot! It also means cooking and cleaning and doing laundry and going shopping but... ALONE TIME!!!!!And it's almost Advent so YAY!

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And I had a whole post typed up when stupid Firefox froze and now it's gone. In any case, I'm alive and slightly less zombified.Here's my question: is Time Traveler's Wife to girly a film to ask the Boy to come see it with me? I really wanna see it and it's supposed to come to the theatres tomorrow.At least I won't cry (I did when I read the book) because I don't feel shit. The bad side

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My mouth is cotton dry, I trip over my tongue, I'm dizzy, and I barely slept last night. JTYSK.Oh and my sister is giving me shit for feeling bad. I'mma tell Mom!, she threatened. And I'm like, she knows. Jesus.

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I feel cured. No, really. I'm cured of the delusion that one could get some actual help in this commie state. But let's go back a few hours...'Twas night before... uh, today when I woke up. It was actually 4.55AM but it was no brighter than midnight. Grumpily Cheerfully I dragged myself jumped out of my warm, cosy bed, put on pretty much every item of clothing I own, and went into the night.

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... this would surely make me. Why oh why does the initial psychiatric examination takes place at dawn? You think I'm over-reacting, but I'm really not."Can I make an appointment?""No, you just come as early as possible.""Um, till what time do you take the patients in?""Until a certain quota is fulfilled.""So, uh, I should be there at 7am?""As early as possible."Oh good. I'd love to get up

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In short, I've been having a rough time lately, and I've decided to ask for professional help, because clearly I'm not doing well on my own. Hopefully some therapy will help, because I can't really deal with the mood swings and depression anymore. I'm apathetic or hysterical, crying or screaming, cannot concentrate on ANYTHING. I mean, I can't stick throughout a movie, let alone study for

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From the bushes.No, seriously, we had a voyeur in front of our room last night. It was around 11pm, my sister already asleep, me at my desk reading fic, mom asleep... when the phone rings. The neighbour from across the street called to let us know there was a creep on a bike in front of my window looking into my room. Then the neighbour's husband shouted out: Seeing anything interesting there?,

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So our Prime Minister quit today. Out of the blue. One minute he's the Prime Minister, the next he's quitting.I mean, I understand the guy. It's a tough gig nowadays. The country is in some deep shit. In the words of the man himself, U BANANI SMO. (We're in a banana. = We're screwed phrased in an extremely informal way, so very unfitting for a Prime Minister to use.)You know the recession? Well,

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It's funny how I came expecting lulz with Fat!Jensen. Instead...“You said you don’t have sex. Why not?” This time it’s Jared asking the question, and Jensen wants to stab himself in the eye for letting that fact slip out. Because the last person he wants to discuss his unfortunate celibacy with is Jared.But Jared just waits for a response.Jensen snorts derisively. “It’s not like I can just

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Long story short, boiling oil exploded all over my kitchen (not an exaggeration) and burned my arm.Me: If you look closely, this burn looks like a tank.Him: ....Me: Well all right, it's not exactly Rorschach...Him: Haha, I did actually think of Rorschach as you said it.Me: I knew you would.Him: *implied facepalm* I'm so professionally deformed...

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So today we had another non-date.You know, if he's not into dating me, he should at least have the decency to not look so fucking adorable when meeting me! But nooo, he shows up looking like a million dollars, reducing me to a giggling moron. AND it's probably not even for me because he's off to a birthday party after the non-date. Can you tell it's highly frustrating?!Anyhoo. Had it been a date

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Just turn around.~ Holy shit, SovCro postcards are hideous. True story. I apologise in advance.~ Oral presentation postponed till next week. Oh see me weep.~ Sons of Anarchy. NEXT TIME FORCE ME SOONER. Seriously.~ I think one can totally tell just by looking that I've lost weight. V. happy.~ If I never hear about Star Trek again, it'll be too soon.~ Fuck you, PB writers. Fuck you up your ass and.

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I want to crawl under the covers and cry, cry, cry.Of course, I can't because I share the room with my sister. Who is, of course, here with her boyfriend who's watching a football game on TV.I can't even watch "Vanished" in mute and feast my eyes on Mr. Harold. Speaking of, I finished QaF last night and... well, I cried. (Silently, of course.) That was NOT a happy ending so fuck you whoever wrote

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WHYY??! o.OI had a productive afternoon - I saw episodes 1-5 of season 1. And it was good.Tomorrow should be interesting - the Ministry has decided the classes are to be held according to the schedule, but the students refuse to give up on their demands. There could be police involved... I'm only going at noon, so I guess it'll be over by the time I get there. Of course, we got nothing, even

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Well... I wrote it. The timestamp to my "fic". I can't help but to add these quotation marks to it because... well, it's not exactly fiction if it happened, right? I mean, yes, it didn't happen to the characters in the story but it happened to me. More or less. Of course, I changed the names. Hell, I changed the genders even! But it's still pretty much what happened (or at least how I remember it

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... we decided WE DON'T NEED NO EDUCATION. UNLESS IT'S FREE.EDUCATION IS NOT FOR SALE.Croatian students are on strike. We want free education.This is us and we voted YES:On what, you might ask. UNI BLOCKAGE. It started in Zagreb, then spread to Osijek, Split, Rijeka and Dubrovnik.No classes, no quizzes, no partial exams until our demands are met. Students actually invaded classrooms in which some

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There've been too many tears falling, And there've been too many hearts Breaking in two.There are things I cannot write about here and it's really fucking annoying. I locked this place for a reason and then I fucked myself up with letting people in without thinking it through. Oh well. I have LJ. Speaking of, if it seems like I'm not blogging as often as used to, I actually am. Just not here.My

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I might be little bit in love.Please, check this guy out. He's one of the candidates in Cro Pop Idol and he's just ridiculously awesome. I hope he wins. Not enough to actually pick up the phone and vote, of course, but I cheer in front of the TV. I DO WHAT I CAN, OKAY?Anyway. He's singing "Here I go again" and "Stairway to heaven". How could he not be made of win?

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It's funny how they said "six months to a year" a week ago. ONE WEEK is not SIX MONTHS and it's certainly not A YEAR.But.She had lung cancer as a starting point and it spread to all of her bones and to her brain. So I'm calling a blessing.Yes, of course it's sad. My Dad now has no parents left (he lost his Dad to brain tumor when he was 7 [my Dad, not his, cuz that would be... it's pretty obvious

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You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every dayAnd I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that wayWith the blink of an eye the Lord came and asked you to meetYou went to a better place but He stole you away from meAnd now she lives in heavenBut I know they let her outTo take care of meThere's a strange kind of lightCaressing me tonightPray silence my fear she is nearBringing heaven

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Today my hair isn't stupid.My sister, on the other hand...So I'm watching Gilmore Girls and surprise!, there's Dean. Well, it wasn't much of a surprise since I only D/Led episodes with young Jared. Anyway. This convo ensues:Sis: Dean! And it's our favourite one, too!Me: Yeah, about that... *awkward pause* He was the only one.Sis: What? No!Me: Yeah.Sis: Really?! You sure?Me: *rolls eyes* From the

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I took pictures today. I'm sorry I bore you but they're so PRETTY!!!

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Christel sent AJ, MT and me a Gilmore Girls fanvid of Rory and Dean because MT's been having Gilmore Girls marathons for a while now, and I'm almost done with Dark Angel so I'm gonna start with Gilmore Girls. Don't judge me, I'm pretty sure they're both legal in those.ANYWAY.When we first watched Gilmore Girls, my sister and I kinda sorta crushed on Dean. From his very first appearance on screen.

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I love you.

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"Daffodils" (1804) I wander'd lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their

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I wish I could talk about everything that's on my mind and in my heart but I can't. It just makes me wanna cry.If you've noticed my gmail status says Busy all the time, it's just because I don't have it in me to talk right now.I read your posts. I just don't really feel like interacting.Instead, I'm just watching How I met your mother and ignoring the world.

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Dear movie theatres in Osijek!The both of you suck ass. I hate you. GIVE ME FRIDAY THE 13TH! I was promised Jared Padalecki on April 2nd months ago. You, apparently, do not deliver.Oh and did you know that IMDb says it should've been here on FEBRUARY 26TH? Yeah, NO.I just want to go to a theatre all alone, sit at a perfect spot with a huge bag of popcorn in my hand, maybe some pumpkin seeds just

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Oh my God. I actually finished what I now think of as the first half of my story. It has a prologue and a title and warnings and a summary, it's been beta'd by Christel, and there's even a little shout out to the demanding hors (you know who you are).I'll be posting the link to it as soon as I'm completely happy with what it looks like.Writing this stupid story is one of the ways of avoiding the

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My Grandma had a stroke this morning. Dad's at the hospital and he's seen her as they brought her in, but he said he didn't think she recognised him. He says she seemed pretty bad, but people usually do immediately after the stroke, right? I mean, they often recover, right?My aunt's coming in from Germany tomorrow.Dad just got home. She'll live. Phew. She's pretty bad, though. She doesn't speak.

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Oh God, ahahahahahahahaha! These Pop idol auditions are always hilarious! There's a guy who sang one of the judge's song and in the FIRST LINE he sang a non-existent word. What the fuck? You can't do that! Then there was a guy fully dressed as a cowboy: the boots, the plaid shirt, the hat... He said the ladies in Osijek look at him funny for the way he dresses. Um... This is not Texas. You're not

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I need to write, so bear with me.I dreamt of The Boy. We were sitting in a bathroom stall in some school, down on the floor, and we were talking. But he wore a metal box on his head. You read it right. He had a metal box. On his head. As in, his head. Was. IN. The box. There was some sort of locked door in the front so he opened it so I could see him. It was really weird.Wow, this was one hell

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It's been brought to my attention that my friends have sort of been on a suicide watch for me.Well, DON'T.I'm not gonna kill myself. Hell, I'm not even gonna cut myself - I imagine it hurts like a bitch, I even hate paper cuts, okay? I'm not into hurting myself. Or others, for that matter.What I'm trying to say, stop putting extra effort into "maintaining" me. Yes, I need it. Yes, I demand it.

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I'm weak! I caved in! Add me.TWITTER

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So it looks like no one reads this blog. Which is fine. I'm most likely not reading yours either. I would totally shut it down and move completely to LJ, it's just that I love this layout so fucking much! I know, what a reason to keep a blog, eh?Anyway.Wow, my life is boring. I could be reading the book I'm supposed to read by Friday but Oh. My. God. Why are Croatian writers so uninteresting?In

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breathe in, breathe outand smileeffortlesslystep one, step twoin lineeffortlesslytick-tock, tick-tockin no timeeffortlesslydon't even know howa part of my lifeeffortlesslyA friend. Or a new love. Take it as you will. They're just words.

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From Tiffany and Christel, respectively. Because they're amazing like that. I love you, ladies!

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A while ago my sister came to me with something that has been bugging her. Every morning, while she was at work, a certain radio station would play the same song. A familiar song, a song she sort of knew, but not really. She wanted to know what the song was. This was where I came in. But... Yes, there's a but. But she didn't know who sang it. She didn't know the title of the song. She didn't

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When I was 13 or 14, I had three friends. Sort of. They all lived in the building next to mine and we would hang out. Mostly.But from time to time I'd go to my balcony and see the three of them outside, playing or whatever. The first time I asked why didn't they call me, too. They said they had forgotten. The next time I also asked. They said they were gonna go home in a minute anyway. The third

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When I was 16 going on 17 we returned home. I never had a big circle of friends before, but somehow, in the next year I met a lot of people that had also returned home, just like we did, and we started hanging out. Suddenly I was out every Friday and Saturday with a group that varied from 8 to 15 people. And I loved it. The year between 17 and 18 has been the best year of my life. Suddenly, I

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Holy shit, Jared Padalecki!*ahem*In other news, YAY, I'm alive! Turns out, the girl, Marina, is NOT a homicidal maniac, but is, in fact, a very nice girl. \o/Horror movies scare her, apparently. I LOL'd. So did the kids up at the gallery, they sounded like they were having the time of their life. Sadly, we've only got the lame 2-D version. Y SO LAME, SOVIET THEATRE? *chagrin* But still, HOW

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I'm at R+ forum, as I often am, and this one guy politely asks the others to resize their pictures before posting them by suggesting they hit resize image in imageshack. It's a perfectly reasonable request. Or it would be, if most of the people there weren't complete idiots that have no idea what he's saying. (I was a noob once, too. I know what I'm talking about. Before I went and did anything

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That's this Friday, people. That's Jensen Ackles. On big screen. In 3-D. Oh boy oh boy oh boy!

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DEBELI2002-2009R.I.P.

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Here's a song that keeps me smiling. Pure joy. Have a listen.SKY

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Dear new boiler!I know you're new to the family. Welcome. I hope you're enjoying your stay so far. Here's the thing, though. You're a little boring. You actually provide us with warm water. It's not that I don't appreciate your hard work. I do.But see, we used to have a boiler that pretended to be doing its job, but wasn't really. I'd get into the tub and it would mislead me into thinking there

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This may never happen.But.This MAY happen.Aarika might come to Croatia in November. And if (when) she does, I'll be there to meet her.How far is Split from where you are?, she asked.As far as can be, I said.But it's not far enough for me to miss this.Keep your fingers crossed.

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Last night, around 6.30, as I was walking home from the train station, down my dark, half a mile long street, a car, a huge pale yellow Mercedes, pulled over next to me. The passenger side window was down and, as I looked into the car, I saw a guy, my age, maybe a couple of years older than me, saying something to me. I shook my head indicating I hadn't heard him, so he repeated: Are you going to

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PRE-ORDER NOW!!!Personally, I think I'll wait for the movie.

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It's 5pm and I just printed out my paper! Woot! I am very proud of myself for NOT reading fic when I came home and turned the PC on. Instead, I actually wrote the paper first. Yes, yes I did. I am awesome and responsible.If you disregard the fact that due is tomorrow and I had the entire semester to write it. *ahem*But in my defense, it was fairly easy to write the paper after a whole semester of

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Overwhelmed. That would be the word of the day. Hell, of the week. Not surprisingly, really, seeing how it's the end of the semester and finals are knocking on the door. They're one foot in, really. And me being me, leaving everything for the very last moment, is now swamped with work. Yet here I am, blogging. I'm letting off steam, okay?Ashley asked me to record a podfic for her. Why, I'll never

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Today is not good. Today I feel a lil' sad. Today I feel ugly. Today I feel useless. Today I feel weak. Today I want to bite somebody's head off. Today you can't make me laugh. Today you can't make it better.Yesterday was just as bad and tomorrow ain't lookin' up.

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It's Sunday morning and my Mom comes (WTF? I just paused for a second to think about whether I spelled "comes" correctly.Seriously, brain, what gives?) to our room to tell us about a phone call received. A friend of theirs called to inform them that his son came home with a girlfriend, possible future wife. Um, should we call people to let them know that our children are seriously dating people?

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Or at least from you to me.AJ, you are so awesome! I can't believe how well you chose, I wouldn't have picked a more me set myself. I can't wait to wear it! Thank you so much! I love it! And you. xoxox

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... and that's just what they'll do:One of these days these boots are gonnaWalk all over you!For those who may or may not have boot fetish *coughtheboycough*, here's my newest pair.

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Holy freakin' shit, Kauboji was as awesome as the first time I saw them, only better because I was closer and Živko was right there in front of me. *sigh* But a month ago I saw what has to be the worst play ever. Seeing how it was a class requirement, we're supposed to write a review. And so I did. In Croatian. I don't have the time to translate it now, but maybe I'll do it at some point

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As I was walking to the train station from Uni tonight, freezing my ass and various other parts of my body off, I kept thinking "I can't wait to come home, I need to blog!" See, I felt this need to write, to just let the words out, to create sentences. I didn't necessarily had a theme in mind and God knows nothing particularly interesting happened. I just wanted to make the words flow.And then I

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Sometimes we have entire conversations in our gmail statuses. Is that cute? Or just really dorky and weird?

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I was at the library today. I got The Time traveler's Wife, thank you very much. And also Shopaholic & Baby but that's beside the point. It's high time I read it and I'd be having some 8 hours to kill on the bus on Monday, so.Then this chick comes in and whispers conspiratorially to the librarian: Do you have Twilight?And I SNORT. LOUDLY.Which is totally hypocritical of me given that I was

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I can't believe I have to leave home in a few days. What the fuck was I thinking?I hate everything so much right now, I don't even wanna go out tonight and I ALWAYS go out Christmas Eve.Stupid tree decorating. Can't anyone else do it for once? It's so annoying, I could kick someone's ass.I hate my stupid time zone, I missed the incest post at CL_SPN. By the time I wake up, all the fun is already

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Sonja decided to pay for my hair done for my birthday. Well, taa-daa!

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I'm speechless, people. Really. Radio Plus and people there kick ass with how awesome they are.There's a show Tuesday's night about books and they usually announce the book they'll be talking about and then at the end you can call and win it. So today they were going to introduce a book by ma favourite contemporary Croatian author, Renato Baretić and I went crazy at the forum screaming something

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First and foremost: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAJA!Second: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG! FIRST ROW FOR "KAUBOJI"!!!!! *flails* FIRST FUCKING ROW! I stretch my hand and I can touch the stage! Can't wait! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!1!!!Third: My sister found a bottle of Deep Red by Hugo Boss under her bed! I missed that perfume so so much! I'm so happy we apparently have one left. Not that I don't like my current one,

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I am without a doubt the most morbid person in my family. But sometimes, someone else gets aboard with it.Sis: If I died, what would you dress me into?Me: Something white-ish, you're still rather young.Sis: Moooooooo-oom! Kristina doesn't love meeee!Me (internally): LOL WUT?Mom: Huh?Sis: I asked her what she'd dress me into if I died and she immediately answered!Me: Wait... what??Sis: If I'd

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