Cinderella

I hate my sister. No, I really really hate her. She is such a conceited little bitch and I can't take it anymore.
We went shoe shopping today. As you can imagine, it didn't go too well.
Every time Her Highness and her bf take me to the city, I'm supposed to walk behind them humbly and keep my mouth shut so I don't, heaven forbid, upset the princess with something I might say. Just don't spread the nervous, she often says. I am also supposed to be eternally grateful for the shown grace of taking me with them. I am the ugly, poor sister, she is the pretty, rich one. I should take crumbs and be happy.
So today we were going to all these shoe stores and I found my shoes rather quickly. She found boots she liked but they didn't have her size so she went to another place of theirs but the boots were still too big and she got upset. And when I say upset, I mean fucking pissed off. When she's in that state, she needs a scape goat. Guess who volunteered to be one merely by being there.
We entered another store and she's frowning to the shoes and I know she won't find anything cuz she has her mind set on the pair that was too big and as she's flipping a boot in her hands she goes: I know I won't find another ones I like. It's how I am. And I say: Then let's go home., and she says with poison in her tone: YOU go home. You go home by bus.
And I did.
Technically, I took the train but I did leave. I've had it. Every time they would graciously take me with them she'd threaten me with going home by bus. I hate how she makes me feel small and irrelevant, how she humiliates me.

Well guess what, bitch. Not no more. This was the last time I've let you make me feel like a Cinderella. I may not have money, I may not have a boyfriend, but at least I have my pride so you can go and piss on someone else from now on. Bitch. I hate you.

And Cinderella's got new shoes.

My Potential Mental Disorder

What mental disorder do you have? Your Result: Manic Depressive You have extreme cycles of highs and lows. Sometimes you feel like you don't know who you are. One week you could be very hyper and happy and the next week you are slow and depressed.
Paranoia
ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder)
OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)
GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder)
What mental disorder do you have?

I can't say this came as a surprise. It's not that I have it, it's just that I might have it. Or, to put it this way, if I had a mental disorder, this one would be it. (I'm not fooling anyone but myself, am I?)

I am bored out of my mind,yet I can't make myself read the other half of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Maybe cuz it's even more boring than doing absolutely nothing but listening to music and staring at the screen with no one to talk to.

Theatre Rant

I can't remember the last time I had a good experience at the theatre.Where does this come from, you might ask. Well, I was chatting to YKM a little while ago and the subject came up.
I don't know what is the matter with people today. No one seems to know how to shut the fuck up, sit back, and enjoy the film they paid to see. Where to start?
With 15yr olds. I hate 15yr olds. YKM is totally right. They come to the theatre to socialise, not to watch the film. They fucking chit-chat! Hey, fucktards, if you want to chit-chat, go to a park and sit on a bench and chit-chat your heart out. If you're watching the film, you're watching the film! Don't be throwing your popcorn at people either.
Then there are couples. Yes, I know, making out in the theatre is like obligatory or something. Fine. But can you then at least go sit in the back row so I don't have to watch your two faces sucking on one another in front of me? And if you're a new couple and have your entire life stories to share in the first week, dammit, people, share them outside! I do not care to hear about the death of your first dog while I'm trying to watch a goddamn film. Oh and that cute teasing you guys do out loud - NOT CUTE!
Cell phones in theatres suck monkey balls! If there's a call you mustn't miss, do not go see a film. If you can't stop texting for two hours in a day, do not go see a film. If the film you're watching is so bloody boring, get the fuck out. Don't check the time on your bloody cell all the fucking time - it just makes time go slower.
And if you're watching a film with me, you should know that I'm there to watch the film. I know, I can be such a weirdo sometimes. I do not care to hear the latest gossip during those two hours. I do not care about your day during those two hours. And for fucks sake, turn your goddamn cell phone off if you're at the theatre with me. I do not need your display light blinding me form the side every 15 minutes. Do comment on the film. Quietly. Not everyone needs to hear what we have to say. Let me cry if I feel like crying. Let me laugh out loud if I feel like laughing. And please, please, have some kind of a reaction to it once it's over. Discuss with me. Say something.
And then, tell me about your day and who made out with whom.

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.

Public Buses

Public buses are great. I'll tell you why.
First of all, they cost more than trains. One way ticket for the train from Osijek to Darda is 8,40kn whereas one way ticket for the bus is 17,60kn. That's obviously a sign of quality for we all know that if it costs more, it must be better. Why else would it be more than twice as expensive, right?
Then there are numerous colourful characters you can observe on the bus. Here's one. An elderly woman gets in on a bus stop and asks the driver if he's gonna stop at the first stop in this one village. He says yes. Excellent. She gets in, buys the ticket, and decides to stand next to the driver. The driver kindly asks her to go sit down since the bus is half-empty anyway and there's no reason for her to stand. She refuses. She'd rather stand. She's afraid he would forget about her. Again, he asks her to move back. And she does. She takes a few steps back but stands nevertheless. Only now she's standing right next to where I'm sitting. And it's OK.
I don't mind having old people stand right next to me for a few reasons. Reason number one is that they are clean. Their personal hygiene is remarkable. Therefore, they don't smell like corpses in the second stage of decomposing. There's no need for me to pull my jacket over my nose and breathe into myself. Reason number two is that they are very secure on their feet. They don't lose balance while standing up in the bus. They never fall on me and then get back up holding onto my shoulder with their death grips. They're cool like that.
Fucktards.

Couch Potato

Dexter: I don't understand sex. Not that I have anything against women, and I certainly an appropriate sensibility about men, but when it comes to the actual act of sex, it's always just seemed so undignified.

That was a quote from a show I'm just beginning to watch, meaning I'm a season and a bit more behind but fear not, I'm getting there. Now, is it very disturbing if I identify with a serial killer?

I had classes today. Who would have thought I'd actually raise my hand to comment on Beowulf...
It was more like me when I was in English Language Practice. The entire class was based on one term: couch potato. That's me. I had a blast. The professor, a brand new professor we didn't have last year, said: You're not afraid to state your opinion, are you? Why no, professor, I am not. *grin* So I bravely stated that I'm a couch potato and that I detest all kinds of exercise. I don't give a shit about sports. Sue me.

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.