Krissie's Book Club

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 bad as you thought, right? It's a little on the wacky side, but kinda endearing nonetheless.

Yeah well, keep on reading.

Imagine a world without men where the only way a woman can reproduce is with the help of a giant computerized incubator and a genetically engineered sex toy. Now imagine that this sex toy is intelligent. It has emotions and a soul. It hopes and dreams and it falls in love. This is the premise of Carlton Mellick III's RAZOR WIRE PUBIC HAIR. One of the main characters "The Sister" is a nymphomaniac who is covered from head to toe in vaginas. Celsia is an Amazon warrior with pubic hair made of razor wire. The main character is a genetically engineered hermaphrodite sex toy named Celsia 2 who longs to be loved by his/her owner. Oh, but wait, there's more ... there's sex starved zombies, hordes of marauding rapists, twat frogs, a hoota beasts that is basically just a big hairy vagina with legs, and still another giant talking and apparently quite wise vagina built into the wall of the mansion in which many of these creatures reside.

I'll leave you with that.

Previously on "The Life of Kris"...

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 interesting things, things like how to create a folder and rename it, how to edit a text file in MS Word, how to copasta shit from one place to another... It's overwhelming! [/heavy sarcasm] Blah, you guys. There's six other people in my group, and I couldn't care less for any of them. The guy teaching the course is pretty hot, though (also married and about 15 years older than me, but that's neither here nor there). My point is, computer time is seriously cutting into my computer time. And I've actually been offered to take an additiounal course after I have finished with this one, and become the course teacher myself. LMAO! Can you imagine me educating people on how to operate a computer? The idea is pretty fuckin' hilarious, but I dunno, I might even consider it.

Speaking of computers, boy, did I have troubles with mine this past week! Jesus. All I wanted was to go from WinXP to Win7, but of course, seeing how it's me we're talking about, everything that could've gone wrong, did. First, the new graphic card, that was allegedly required, couldn't be installed into my computer because of the connectors. Stupid old computer! Naturally, the kind I need is barely even on the market anymore. Then it turned out I didn't really need a new graphic card anyway, so the guy was like, let's just upgrade the OS as it is. So he did, and then Win7 wouldn't recognise my network card. See, Win7 worked beautifully... except for the part where I DIDN'T HAVE ANY INTERNET! So that was a no. Back to WinXP. The guy returned a few days later with some ~ideas~ on how to fix it. The ideas? Didn't work. So I got my course teacher to come see it on Friday, and he tried a few things, but yeah, Win7 still wouldn't give me the most important thing. He then tried to clean the disk from the mean new OS, and then... it all went away. Both Win7 and WinXP were inaccessible. Bye-bye, computer time for the ENTIRE DAY. Now, a few months ago I would've been so pissed off had it happened. However, turns out my happy pills? Are pretty fuckin' awesome because I was mostly like, oh... well, okay. Ha. Ha. I have no idea who I am anymore. Anyway, the guy returned the next day and re-installed my old WinXP and all is once again well in my world. Except for how I've got an extra graphic card that I don't know what to do with.

Have I told you how MT sent me Nick Hornbys newest book, "Juliet, Naked" JUST BECAUSE I said I wanted it? Well, she did, and I read it, and I loved it. Nick Hornby - I love him. I'm not saying it often enough.

I was going to see "Alice in Wonderland" today but guess what happened. Go on, guess. You can't, can you? Some fuck-up decided it should be DUBBED TO CROATIAN. I do not wish to watch Johnny Depp while he speaks Croatian, okay?! For fuck's sake. I wonder whose brilliant idea it was, because I have a nice, tight piece of rope to present them with.

Huh. Turns out I can still get pissed off at shit. Good to know.

In conclusion, OSCARS!

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now

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... and... something not nearly as pleasant, I just can't think of it right now.

~ Krk, here I go again apparently. Yes, it's hard w/o my awesomeness, so I must grace you with my presence.

~ Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - surprisingly SPN like in the beginning, not so much later on.

~ 30°C FTFW!

OMGWTF??!

PRE-ORDER NOW!!!

Personally, I think I'll wait for the movie.

Stand by the stairway, you'll see something

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? So I was like, OMG Call him back and say sister's BF was here last night! AND he will most likely come by again tonight. I mean, the world should know, right? People today... *shakes head*

I managed to collect the music from Kauboji. Actually, I'm missing one song that just doesn't exist. Seriously, I googled the parts of lyrics I remember but all I'm getting is some religious hymn and that's just not it! And it's an awesome song. Why doesn't it exist on teh intrawebz, why?! What a cruel world this is...

But for the music that I do own, I have a new mp3 player to play it on. Well, you know, music and audiopr0nz. AND BOOKS! Normal books, like this Dean Koontz's novel I'm listening to right now, Forever Odd, the second in the Odd series. But the mp3, let me show you it. Isn't it the cutest thing ever?

Kud bih s tobom, osim u teatar?

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 tomorrow or later this week. Anyway, I'm sure some of my readers would appreciate some quality bashing so here you are:

Šokirana Šokicom

Najnovije uprizorenje igrokaza Šokica Ilije Okrugića ponajprije je veliko razočarenje. U pitanju je možda najgora predstava koju sam imala prilike vidjeti. Nekoliko je razloga za ovakav moj doživljaj predstave.

U kazalište sam došla s predznanjem o značajkama hrvatskog romantizma uopće te drame istog razdoblja. Upozoreni smo da obratimo pažnju na pojavu poznatih nam elemenata u predstavi. Zadatak nije bio nimalo lak budući da se romantizam u predstavi pronalazi tek u tragovima.

Tema je, naravno, zabranjena ljubav prožeta domoljubljem, tako tipična tema onodobne drame. Ovaj put je u pitanju bila zabranjena ljubav dvoje mladih različitih vjeroispovijesti, katolkinje i pravoslavca, uklopljena u prizore ratnog stradanja koji imaju zadaću doprinijeti tragici priče. Kao da izvanbračna trudnoća i prisilno razdvajanje nesretnog para nisu dovoljno patetični sami po sebi.

Sljedeći element romantizma koji upada u oči jest namjera predstave da prosvijetli publiku, da ju nečemu poduči. Opet, posve tipično za romantizam. Nažalost, to je izvedeno nadasve nespretno, gotovo grubo. Glumci se obraćaju direktno publici i govore joj o razdoblju u kojem se priča odvija te što će se dogoditi, kako na početku, tako i tijekom pa i na samom kraju predstave. Čini se da se time htjela postići komika, no smatram da je krajnji rezultat nešto posve drugo: narušen je kontinuitet priče i, kao najgore od svega, posve je izgubljena bilo kakva ozbiljnost izvedbe. Teško mi je zamisliti da bi autor to odobrio.

Osim općeg izmirenja zavađenih strana nad mrtvim tijelima dvoje nesretnih ljubavnika, to bi bilo sve od viđenih elemenata romantizma.

Velika zamjerka predstavi svakako je i izbor glumaca. Sandra Lončarić (Janja) i Mario Rade (Božo) jednostavno su prestari, posebice u odnosu na Vjekoslava Jankovića (Pero). Možda bi se to dalo i zanemariti da im izvedbe nisu bile toliko nenadahnute, toliko lišene života da je bilo upravo naporno gledati ih kako se spotiču preko svojih rečenica.

Ne mogu se nazvati kazališnim stručnjakom, ali smatram da je režija bila izrazito loša. Koja god da je namjera redatelja Dražena Ferenčine bila, čini mi se da nije ostvarena. Imam dojam da se nije mogao odlučiti želi li prikazati priču u tradicionalnom obliku ili ju modernizirati. Ako je htio unijeti svježinu i novost u priču, zašto su onda kostimi toliko nalik izvornim nošnjama, nimalo stilizirani i modernizirani? A ako je htio zadržati izvorni duh drame, čemu onda već spomenuto direktno obraćanje publici i moderna glazba (da spomenem samo Brothers in Arms Dire Straitsa kao glazbenu kulisu rata)? Povrh svega, u cijeli taj miš-maš stilova i razdoblja, ubačeno je i kazalište sjena.

Teško je reći koja je svrha ovog uprizorenja Šokice. Znam samo da se publika u kazalištu komešala u stolicama, a vjerujem i da se Ilija Okrugić okretao u grobu. Potpuni promašaj predstave prepoznali su čak i osmoškolci koji su loš doživljaj upotpunili svojim upadicama koje su dobacivali glumcima, za što ih nimalo ne krivim.

In other news, I was completely shocked today when Tajana and I got a B on our oral report on "Female Writing". Three other today's reports were all graded with Ds. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I just think the professor was rather unfair. It was just... uncomfortable to be there.

You guys, it's so fucking cold here! I want to cry when I think about going out in the cold. I want summer back! Heat'n'sweat, that's my thing. This snowy, icy, frosty crap, I'm so not cut out for.

I finished listening to the fourth and final (so far) part of the Twilight series and I think... God help me, I think I miss it already. The lulz that it brought was fantastic! Can you recommend equally crappy audiobooks for my listening pleasure chagrin? I also saw the movie and OMG, how horrible is its score? I don't think I've ever heard worse music in a film. It almost drowned the awfulness that the acting of the ~stars~ was. Almost.

I found a Croatian fan of Supernatural on LJ by pure accident. And she (*squee*) is from OSIJEK! And she's two years older than me, not some fangirling 14 year old! AND we are supposed to go see My Bloody Valentine together! She, just like me, needs a hand-holder while watching a horror film. And if that goes well, maybe we'll go see Friday 13th together as well. You guys, I am so excited about meeting another Supernatural fan in real life! There's no one in my life to share that with, no one. But now, now there might be. *flails* Also, my boys are returning to TV this Thursday! *flails more* Oh, life. You suck mostly, but on occasion you reedem yourself.

I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words

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 listening to the New Moon at that very moment through my headphones, but I can live with my hypocrisy. Not like they could tell, right?

And the librarian says: It's at the children's section.

I grin, because the chick is so obviously embarrassed she has to ask the librarian to repeat it, like, if she asks about it for three or for times, the book will magically appear here. Then, as if that wasn't enough, she continues with: The one about vampires and... And she waves her hand around in a vague gesture, probably deciding bringing up the sparkling part is not the best way to regain the little dignity she has left.

Yes, the librarian says. The trilogy.

And then... then I kick myself off my high horse by saying: Quadrilogy.

The gift you give me

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 like OMG I WAAAANT EEEEEEEET! But I had classes in the evening and couldn't listen to the show nor call, so I said that, adding a bunch of crying smilies.

And then... THEN! I got home some 20 minutes ago and found a message on Facebook from Danijela, one of the hosts from R+, saying the book is mine and is waiting for me at the station.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Hotel Grand, I'm coming to get you tomorrow! Happy birthday /Christmas to me from Radio Plus!

With nothing to say besides some comment on the weather

Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" made me walk around the city grinning stupidly without even realising it. Such a ridiculously uplifting song.

I was so happy lectures got cancelled today. Mostly because I got to see the new episode of Supernatural earlier. I love SPN but what sucks about it the most is that, even though we met through it, I feel you judge me for still liking it. I'm embarrassed even for liking it and I don't think I should be.

I don't care for politics. Well, for American elections anyway. But living in the country where Ivo Pukanić was murdered in a car-bomb explosion so shortly after Ivana Hodak was shot is starting to scare the shit out of me. Who is next?

I got stuck in the traffic jam this morning on the way to that 7hrs long lecture and I freaked out beacuse I didn't want to be late and have her make me write the punishment paper. I managed to get there on time. Then she cancelled the second part of her lecture and assigned us all with papers. You know what, professor? Fuck you.

I didn't go to the German experimental film thing. A girl from the class did but she couldn't find where the showing took place. I'm glad I saved myself wandering through the woods in the dark.

All combined, I still like exactly two people from the R+ forum. Why I still visit, I'll never know.

This is how I communicate. This is how I tell you about what goes on in my head, what goes on in my heart, what goes on in my life. If you don't comment or react in any way, I believe you don't care for me at all. You make me sad. You make me wanna withdraw even more than I already do. You make me even more antisocial.

I reread an epic poem for my lit class (Smrt Smail-age Čengića). I read it in high school like everyone else and thought it was yawn-so-boring. Yesterday, Harač brought tears to my eyes. I'm so glad I got to read it again.

My Library

Hi! Welcome to my room! LOL What, did you think I wouldn't be photographing random things in my room and telling you about them now?
I don't know about you, but the first thing I check when I'm in someone's home for the first time is their book shelf. I can't help it, I'm drawn to books. I like to compare tastes and make mental notes on what I'd like to borrow to read.
So here you go, you're welcome to check out my book shelf. And then laugh at me for my poor taste and undying love for chick-lit.

1. F. X. TOOLE - Million Dollar Baby: a collection of short stories I bought just cuz.
2. CHARLES DICKENS - Hard Times: required reading for my lit class (like I'd be reading that in original, no less, otherwise).
3. ZIZOU CORDER - The Truth: a book I was randomly presented with by a girl from my class (I'm not for sale. Unless you buy me a book.).
4. JANE AUSTEN - Sense and Sensibility: yeah, it's AustEn, not AustIn, and don't you be messing it up.
5. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - Tragedies: why I didn't buy Comedies as well, I'll never know.
6. JANE AUSTEN - Pride and Prejudice: the best novel she ever wrote. I dare you not to adore Elizabeth. And dashing Mr Darcy, of course.
7. HELEN FIELDING - Bridget Jones's Diary: read it forst when I was 17 and fell in love with her and chick-lit instantly. The relationship is still strong.
8. DAN BROWN - The Da Vinci Code: it's fiction, OK? Accept that.
9. DAN BROWN - Angels and Demons: written before The Da Vinci Code and it's actually much better, in my opinion.
10. DAN BROWN - Deception Point: a good thriller, but it didn't blow my mind.
11. NICK HORNBY - High Fidelity: what can I say about this book that you haven't heard a thousand times from me before? So much love for it.
12. MILJENKO JERGOVIĆ - Sarajevski marlboro: a short story collection. You're not missing out on anything.
13. RENATO BARETIĆ - Pričaj mi o njoj: one of my favourite contemporary Croatian authors wrote another realistic and beautiful love story.
14. PAOLO COELHO - The Alchemist: you know the story.
15. PAOLO COELHO - The Pilgrimage: not my favourite of his books.
16. PAOLO COELHO - Veronika Decides to Die: now this one I adore. Don't let the title deceive you - its message is pure optimism.
17. PAOLO COELHO - The Fifth Mountain: a story of impossible love showing us nothing is impossible.
18. PAOLO COELHO - Eleven Minutes: one of my favourites, talks about the importance of sex. (Yeah, yeah, I get the irony.)
19. PAOLO COELHO - By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept: what would you sacrifice for love?
20. ANTE TOMIĆ - Građanin pokorni - another contemporary Croatian author I love for his sarcasm and dry humour. He puts into words what I think.
21. ANTE TOMIĆ - Ljubav, struja, voda i telefon - love stories can be bitter, yet funny to read about.
22. ANTE TOMIĆ - Što je muškarac bez brkova?: brilliant story about a woman who falls in love with a priest. So so funny, and the movie is awesome as well.
23. NICK HORNBY - Fever Pitch: it'll turn you into an Arsenal fan. It has me.
24. NICK HORNBY - A Long Way Dow: his best novel, in my opinion. Depressing, yet funny. Brilliant.
25. HELEN FIELDING - Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination: Olivia is not as loveable as Bridget but is just as fun to read about.
26. NICOLA KRAUS and EMMA MCLAUGHLIN - Citizen Girl: chick-lit. I like it. Sue me.
27. NICOLA KRAUS and EMMA MCLAUGHLIN - The Nanny Diaries: oh come on! It's funny!
28. PLUM SYKES - Bergdorf Blondes: this... is utter crap. If the guys from Farenheit 451 came today, I'd hand this in with no resistance whatsoever.
29. KAREN JOY FOWLER - The Jane Austen Book Club: it's a book about a bunch of women that like to read Jane Austen's novels. How could I have resisted?
30. NICHOLAS SPARKS - The Notebook: I dare you not to cry.
31. JANE AUSTEN - Emma: my favourite of her novels. Yes, Pride and Prejudice is better but since when is literature to be judged objectively?
32. HELEN FIELDING - Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason: Bridget returns insane as ever and I fall in love a little deeper.

33. CROATIAN-ENGLISH DICTIONARY: my first. Can you tell?
34. THE BIBLE: a gift from my Grandma. All right, I just took it with me. Does stealing the Bible counts as sin?
35. DRAŽEN STOJČIĆ - Zabranjeno područje: a book a boy from my high school wrote when he was 17. He wrote about his classmates. If there was ever a book an entire school read, that's the one.
36. HARRY KULLMAN - A Secret Trip: a children's book. Quite possibly something I stole from someone. You know, borrowed and then never returned? And have I told you I never borrow my books to people?
37. MARIA GRIPPE - A Scarab Flies at Sunset: this book scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. It's awesome.
38. SIDNEY SHELDON - The Other Side of Midnight: this I didn't steal. A friend told me to keep it.
39. ENID BLYTON - Five Go Down to the Sea: I think I read all of 21 books about Famous Five. How about you?
40. AUGUST ŠENOA - Zlatarovo zlato: such a tragic story, such a wonderful book.
41. ASTRID LINDGREN - Pippi Longstocking: who doesn't know this story?
42. JOHANNY SPYRI - Heidi: same goes for Heidi.
43. AGATHA CHRISTIE - The Mysterious Affair at Styles: a birthday gift from Sonja.

44. My sister's and my high school yearbooks
45. CROATIAN GRAMMAR
46. THE GRAMMAR OF CROATIAN LANGUAGE
47. MICHAEL MCGARRITY - The Judas Judge: a birthday gift from Mom
48. I LOVE CLASSICS - a collection of abridged stories, one of the first books I ever owned. It survived the war with me and returned home.
49. MARIJA JURIĆ ZAGORKA -Vitez slavonske ravni: a history/love story novel by one of the first Croatian female authors.
50. ELIZABETH KOSTOVA - The Historian: a birthday gift by request from my sister.
51-57. J. K. ROWLING - The Harry Potter Series

58. J.K. ROWLING -Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: the English version. Because I couldn't have waited for 3 months for the translation.
59. CECILIA AHERN - P.S. I Love You: shut up.
60. CROATIAN ORTOGRAPHY

FYI, it took me an hour and a half to make this post.

I Blame Disney

A 10 year old boy died a few days ago. Why? Because he ate some chocolate. The chocolate contained hazelnuts to which he was apparently allergic. And he knew that. He knew he wasn't supposed to eat hazelnuts and so did his entire class. In fact, his classmates tried to stop him from eating it by reminding him, in case he's forgotten, about him being allergic to hazelnuts. But did he listen? No. He said his mother allowed him to eat them. Somehow, I doubt that. I highly doubt his mother said it was OK for him to eat something that might actually kill him. And it's not that he was only 10 years old and didn't know any better. If that was so, how did all the other kids know he shouldn't eat the chocolate? They are 10 as well. It's not that 10 year olds are unreasonable. It's just that they don't listen to their parents any more.

I watched The Little Mermaid today again. I'm sure you're familiar with the story: a stubborn teenage mermaid does what ever she wants, disobeys her father, almost causes the deaths of herself and her prince, and it all ends with a happy end. Right? Actually, wrong. That's not how the story originally ended. See, the original story, the one by Hans Christian Andersen, doesn't end with a happy end. The little mermaid doesn't get the love of her life nor is she allowed to go back to her family. No, she dies. She didn't listen to the older and the wiser and she died. Children were able to learn from that story back in the day. And what do they learn today? That no matter what they do, it's OK, there's a happy end awaiting. But that's just not how life is. I blame Disney for selling fairy tales to kids. Life is not a fairy tale. And sometimes, not even a fairy tale is a fairy tale.

Happy with what she's done? Not so much.

Squee!

Just because a girl needs a new obsession every now and then: Živko in "Shakespeare na Exit"
If you don't remember, it's this play Maja and I saw last year.

And yeah, I'm totally obsessed, I keep googling him and I found his ONE reply on a forum from six months ago but I see no point in registering since he only posted that one time. And I found some girl saying at her blog he once visited it. Lucky bitch. Well, serves me right, me and my privacy! LMAO

Na maslinovoj grani sidin.
Umrla je stara pisma.
Dal' ja pivan ili repan?
Ja repan.

Currently reading: Lionboy: The Truth - Zizou Corder (having the hardest time concentrating, as you can imagine)
Finished today: The Ex-Factor - Andrea Semple (not the best piece of chick-lit but good enough to kill a few hours, funny on occasion, easy to read)

King's Window

I saw Secret Window today. It was all right. Johnny Depp was good as usual. Did he ever do a movie that sucked? I don't think so.
Anyway, you guessed it, I read that story before watching the movie. In fact, I read it quite some time ago. And it scared the shit out of me. It was one of those stories that I, for God knows what reason, read around midnight in my bed. I know King scares me. That's why I love him. When I was reading The Shining... Oh boy. To say that I was scared would be an understatement of the year. I was terrified. It so happened I was reading that at night in my bed as well. I was sleepy as hell. The problem was with turning the light off. I was supposed to get up out of my bed, walk across the room, turn the light off, and then walk back to my bed through the dark room. While in my head Johnny was still waving his axe at the poor kid with the little help of his dead friends. That wasn't gonna happen, not before I saw the evil beaten. So I kept reading, flinching at every sound. (I had cats sleeping in my attic right above my head. They would nest a lot, occasionally flipping things over... *shudder* It was like being in a horror movie.) Then finally, around 4 am, I finished the book. I could go to sleep peacefully knowing that the little shining boy was safe and sound.
Same thing happened with Secret Window, Secret Garden. It's a great story and I had to finish it. There's a lot of the suspense that King created with his words but movie failed to capture it. That bothered me. Then again, it could be the fact that I simply knew how it ends and I knew what the twist was. So maybe sometimes it's better not read the book.
But I'd rather have a ruined movie than a book any day.

Random Blabber

Random thought: Jason Bourne makes German language sexy. Jason Bourne makes Russian language sexy.

I have a new layout. I'm not particularly happy with it but I needed a change.

Good news about Beowulf. It turns out I don't actually have to read the epic itself but only the summary. Phew. Cuz those lines were killing me, let me tell you that.

I asked kind people to help me find a program for extracting RAR files today. Seriously, if someone told me a year ago I would be looking for computer programs today... A lot happens in a year, no? And we learn every day.

Nic shared this link with us today. For those of you too lazy or too uninterested to click it, J.K. Rowling has told the world that Dumbledore was gay. I'm not sure I needed to know that. I keep picturing him and Snape... I will not finish this sentence. I'm just gonna leave you with that thought.

The Notebook & My Notebooks

I just saw The Notebook.
I'm a girl, therefore I cried.
No, it's not that. I really loved that book the first time I read it. I sobbed. At the part that didn't even cut it to the movie. If you've read it, you must remember the letter she wrote to him when she was diagnosed, where she said that even when she wouldn't remember, she'd still love him.
Anyway, I wasn't crying cuz of them. And I wasn't just crying over a movie.
I was crying because once again I have realised I am completely incapable to love. I'm dead serious. I see all these people around me who just love. And I don't. I don't know how. I don't think I have ever really loved anyone. And it makes me sad. I think I might be missing something I'll never know.
Stupid Notebook.

I haven't been eating properly in days. See, I thought I was doing fine. Until my Mum said it was normal I wasn't eating cuz I am nervous all the time. I thought I could handle another failure. But if that was the case, would I be sitting here at midnight, by myself, crying my eyes out? What if I never make it? What if I just get stuck where I am now? What if I never make anything of myself? I hate my life. I hate myself for being this... this... thing.


ETA: 2:23 PM
Interesting. I went to get my grade signed into my student's book and found out it was not a D as I had thought but a C. Who knew.

A Long Way Down

My favourite Nick Hornby's book is going through a film adaptation! I am so excited about it. I'm sure you've all seen About A Boy, High Fidelity, and Fever Pitch, and if you're anything like me, you loved them. Of course, High Fidelity is my favourite movie of all times, as you most likely know. But A Long Way Down is an even better book and I can't wait to see it on screen! I wonder who's gonna be in it cuz so far we've had Hugh Grant (adorable), Colin Firth (need I say anything?) and John Cusack (who I love love love). Well, who ever it is, I'm sure they won't go wrong.
In Nick Hornby's blog you can also read about what it's like to be a parent of an autistic child. Check it out, if you haven't already!

Sunday Night Blabber

Another Sunday slowly passing.
Yesterday I was at the pool again with Sonja and Davor (the cute one). It was all right, the water wasn't that cold so I would actually get in without hesitation. But there was a lot of people and idiotic men would jump in and splash the water all over and I just hate that. It's just rude. And juvenile. So I spent a lot of the time under a tree reading a book while the two of them were swimming. Yes, I am that antisocial. I still got a little sun-burnt. Notice the reddish tone of my skin. lol
I've had the weirdest dream. I was in some house and someone was with me I just can't remember who it was and we found a secret passage and ended up in a room where we found boxes of chocolate in a cupboard and then we ate them and it was my favourite kind, Griotte.
Obviously, I have nothing to write about. I think I have used all of my words yesterday in that long ass post. Must. Rest.

I found this over at some blog.
Grab the book that is closest to you.
Open it to page 161.
Find the fifth full sentence.
Post the text of the sentence.
Don't search around for the coolest or most impressive book you have: use the one that really is closest to you.

For a moment he thought they had not left the wedding after all: They still seemed to be surrounded by people.
From "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows".
Yes, it's still the book closest to me.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT THE BOOK TO BE RUINED FOR YOU - THERE ARE SPOILERS BELOW THE PICTURE OF THE COVER.
There, you have been warned. I am so glad I haven't turned my computer on today because as soon as I did, there it was - the title that reveals the end! How can people be so incredibly cruel, I do not know. Not that I won't do the exact same thing and in much greater detail but at least I warned you. It took me about 16 hours with breaks to eat and go to bathroom, from 10am till 2am, to finish it but I did it. Once again:
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If you want to read it, highlight it!
I cried my eyes out. I can't even count the tissues. All the time I had the feeling I was saying goodbye to all of the characters that I got to know and love through the years. Probably because I was. Especially towards the end when so many of them showed up for he final battle, like Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson and others. Then Krum at Bill and Fleur's wedding, and Percy who came and admitted he was a bloody fool... But I rush ahead of myself.
I was shocked with the first death because it came so soon and because it was Hedwig. I never would have thought J.K. would kill his owl. It didn't make me cry though. Nor did George's loss of ear make me cry. It did make me laugh when he said "'Ear, 'ear!" after Harry gave his speech. The first time I teared up was when Hermione accidentally broke Harry's wand. His trusty wand! A piece of my heart broke with it. I couldn't believe he was left unprotected, unarmed... And above all, Ron has deserted him! That was so wrong and I expected Ron to die because of this betrayal. Then later he returned and saved Harry's life and got the sword of Godryc Gryffindor so I guess he made amends.
The first time I actually cried out loud, so much that I had to go wash my face so I could see the letters, was when Dobby died. That brave unselfish elf, who never did anything but give his best to help Harry, finally laid his life for "Harry Potter Sir". And as Harry was digging a grave for his loyal friend, I cried. Poor poor Dobby... He will be remembered.
I know all I do is write about the deaths but they made me cry. I cried the most when Fred was killed. I was truly shocked. I honestly believed the Weasley children would not be harmed. Clearly, I was wrong. But I feared for Mrs. Weasley's life when she fought Bellatrix at the end. I was so relieved when Harry came to the rescue.
Snape... What to say? To find out at the end that all this time he indeed was on Dumbledore's side... I don't know what to think about that. Nor about the revelation of his and Lily's childhood friendship. Does the fact that all he ever tried to do was to protect Lily's son redeem him? I don't know. Harry naming his son after him says it does. Must I say that he married Ginny? And on that note, Ron and Hermione also got married.
Lupin and Tonks got a baby boy just to die in the final battle. Again, tears. That shook me. It reminded me so much of Harry and his parents. Although it's a bit odd how Lupin's death wasn't even described, it only said that his and Tonks's body was in the Great Hall with the others. After all, he was an important character. But it was sweet when little Ted was born, Remus asked Harry to be his Godfather. That was amazing and so sad at the same time. At least he'll never be unloved, like Harry, Snape and Voldemort who all thought of Hogwarts as their only home. I'm wondering though whether Ted has inherited his father's condition...
When Harry was going through Snape's memories and saw Dumbledore saying that the boy had to die and that he had to be killed by Voldemort, I put down the book and almost didn't read anymore. Then I swallowed my tears and kept going. Luckily, because all is well that ends well.
Neville was such a wonderful surprise, fighting a lonely battle in the Hogwarts when there was no one left there but him, so brave that even his grandma was proud of him for once and told him he was his parents' son. I cried a little there too. Finally he cut Nagini's head off, so yaay Neville!
Some might argue that Voldemort's death was anticlimactic. In a way, yes. Using a spell that backfired one more time maybe wasn't as spectacular as it was expected but I actually loved it. When Harry used Expelliarmus, his "signature spell", as they call it, he once again proved he is a hero with the righteous heart. And as I see it, in the end what really killed Voldemort wasn't a backfired spell or Harry's skill but everything that Harry is, the sum of the love he was given by his parents, his friends, their faith in him and above all, his faith in himself and in believing that what he is doing was the right thing.
And maybe my favourite moment in the whole book is when Harry takes charge in Bill and Fleur's cottage. He's proud, determined, grown up - he's ready! and he proves it when the time comes.
And now it's all over, there will be no more and it feels like saying goodbye to a friend. J.K. Rowling, hats off to you and thank you for giving us this magical tale.
Goodbye, Harry Potter!


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Saturday Night Blabber

Aren't these the worst ones? Saturday night, a girl in her prime (all right, that's a stretch) sitting at home...
I had coffee with Trap today. So OK, I admit it, I was a bit over-dramatic... But hey, that's just me! There's nothing like gossiping about people you barely even know! It's tricky, though. You don't really know who is friends with whom so you have to censor yourself a lot. Just in case, y'know... Anyway, he said he had no idea anything was going on with LCB. Well GOOD! Not like I wanted to advertise it! Not that anything happened anyway.
Fox is trying to organise a barbecue for the selected few, lol. I said I'm in, as long as it happens after my exam, so now they're thinking about next Saturday which would be great. Barbecue, drinks, rummy... I'm no outdoor girl, but I think I'll survive.
J.K. Rowling has finished the last "Harry Potter" (here I go again). She said she had wept through the last chapters. Well who could blame her? I mean, I could cry right now when I think about it ending. And I'm a bit scared. After all, Dumbledore was killed, so literally anyone could be next. God, I can't wait the book!!!!
OK, let's face it - I've got nothing to say.

Currently reading: The Understudy, David Nicholls (supposed to be funny, but it's not so much funny as deeply depressing)

Whatever

I'm so uninspired that I can't even think of a title for this post. Actually, that is not entirely true. I have a title. However, it is a title for... I don't quite know what yet. It does sound like one of the titles Panic! At the Disco would use for one of their songs, the one that grabs your attention but has absolutely nothing to do with the song itself. I'm not gonna reveal it. lol reveal! Like it's a secret! I'll keep it, maybe one day I'll write something under it.
So what was I talking about? Oh yeah. Nothing.
I passed my first Croatian exam ever. EVER. I got a C. I was in shock. I still am. But I'm damn happy. I could be happy because my sister is leaving tonight too. And because "Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix" is coming July 19. OH I CAN'T WAIT! But it better be good, and not like "The Prisoner of Azkaban". And then the book... That's even harder to wait for. God knows when it will be translated. No, I'm not reading it in original. Seriously, I wouldn't understand a thing - too many made-up words. A few years ago no dictionary would have been of any help with "quidditch". So translation it is. How did this turn into a post about Harry Potter? Oh, and did you hear Daniel Radcliffe got a statue in Madame Tussaud's Museum? And he's not even wearing the Harry Potter costume! OK, OK, I'm done.
How sad is this: Friday night, summer, and I'm home with my computer? Well what can you do...

Currently reading: Innocence, Kathleen Tessaro