Sunday 30 May 2010

Jau atkal jauns blogs!

Čau tauta. Ko klusē?

Es šodien paveicu noziegumu. Beidz man kost, tas notika netīšām (protams). Šis ir Limited time only blogs. Tas tiks slēgts, noņemts no saraksta, izsvītrots, vai gluži vienkārši pamests jau pēc mēneša. Bet var būt, ka es to pēc tam pārveidošu, lai var izmantot. Ta manīs.

Blogs ir, lai motivētu mani nomest svaru līdz izlaiduma ballei (here we call it Prom). Help me fly away ir bloga nosaukums. Tas ir pliks un nabags, ja neskaita puskailu meiteņu Slide showu bloga apakšā. Te es izmantošu tagu you can, ja kādreiz to atkal pieminēšu.

Saldu dusu mīļumiem.

Wednesday 26 May 2010

He wants to make love fuck, I want to chop his balls off!

I knew this would get Your attention! (And boys probably thought to themselves how cruel and inhuman that would be.) I don't want to know.

I wonder if it is a bad thing that I keep flirting with him when all I can think about is how I will make him fall. Or should I just forget about him? Naa, I want to see him in pain. Yeah. I am a very, VERY sadistic person, but I simply can't help it.

To be honest, it is hard to stop thinking about him. Why? Maybe I lie and the truth is that I want what he wants. Honestly, even I don't know the truth!

P.S. Don't freak out! I am not being serious about the ball chopping!

Monday 24 May 2010

Haven't we all wanted to become dancers?

Long weekends are devastating. I am tired and I shouldn't be. It is Sunday. NO! Long past that; five and a half hours past that. I need to sleep. I hate that I am such a terrible procrastinator. I really do. I ate too much during the last two days and I decided to punish myself for that. I was cleaning the house for about six hours straight. I figured, OK, I need some exercise and I know that cleaning is a very good type of exercise since it allows to move different types of muscles. Aside from making myself my own slave (now I realize how dumb it sounds) I also drunk about six liters of tea. Sri Lanka tea. I love it and that really helped to me drink that much of it. It is Victoria day in Canada (hmmm, I don't think Quebec cares much about Victoria, will have to check that). So it is a national holiday, meaning all (fine, fine, almost all) the stores are closed and school is off, therefore we had a three day long weekend. Any other time I would be overwhelmed with joy, but for an unknown reason, this time I wish it was the regular two-days-off weekend.

I am a loser in every one of my worlds. Just had to say it, so it is said.

We teased a friend the other day, he mentioned that most male dancers are homosexuals, to which we had a sweet laugh at referring to the fact that a week earlier he told us that when he was a kid he wanted to be a dancer. I know You don't care. At all. But HEY, I DO! :P

Just to not get You confused, I am not suggesting that we all are homosexuals. The title of the post was for a totally different reason. I just put the anecdote in because it was a thing to laugh at, and I like laughter, since I don't have enough of it lately ever. The same dude told us that he gave up on his dream to become a dancer because his mom had told him that he would not be successful, (I don't remember, but something along those lines). This idea made and eruption in my mind. How many of us have given up on a dream because we were discouraged by someone whose opinion we valued? For some reason I feel like calling this kind of act as illegal and punishable by law. People need each other to survive through the rough days (that are ironically caused by other people), we need each other when everything seems lost and when we need a small push so we can keep on going.

How many people have the access to this kind of support?

How many of You know that YOU need to support someone as well?



P.S. I have to tell You that MuffinGoddess found the song of the day for the 19th of May. (It was You by Breaking Benjamin)

Tuesday 18 May 2010

How to live in a Drama

Life is a bitch! A big ass Drama. But in a polite language, it is never easy. And You know what? The best part of life is the fact that it is never easy! If it would be easy then there would be no big point of living it. Right? Of course I'm right.
This week is bringing me down. Well, first, I have found the reason why for the last two years I have been terrible in school. Here it goes...
The semesters are too long! Yes it is that simple. I get going every semester with an awesome start, great marks, impressive attendance and a 100% effort. But then when about one third is left I bake down. How did I not see it before? No the next step is to come up with a solution! (Even though now it is a little too late!) Anyway.
As a person who need diversity, what can I do to not make one semester seem so long? What about little changes? (Well those are the only things I can do!) First I have to fix my bike, or start walking to school. Not only a change, but a good and healthy change. Yeah, I don't think I will have the will to walk to school in the mornings, I could handle the after school walks home. The weather now is gorgeous and the sun is very, very generous lately. Getting back to the topic, things I could change. I could move to a different seat in classes where it is possible. I could buy (another) new bag. (Thats what I did at the start of the second semester...now that I think about it, that was the reason why I got the bag; I wanted something new.) Or a new pencil case ZĀBAKS is too old and makes me ill when people ask me what it means. Or I just need something that would make me happy /mind interrupts: money, money, money and more money/ or in other words, shopping! I am sorry, but I can't help it, love of shopping is like a curse to almost every girl.

I will think about that and see what comes of it. Mean while, I really wanted to tell You that this week are our drama shows on! Yeah! Haha, we worked hard (did we?) and tomorrow is our first show! I am stressing out like a teen going on his first date and am unable to pull myself together. But I will. I have to. Then we have another show on Thursday and then we will be done with this /my mind: Yes! No more Bitches!!/ Can't wait for it to be over.

Wednesday 12 May 2010

Who likes perfect?

Last night was a blast. I wasn't going to write about that. At all. But then just now i decided that I want to. A little. Me and four of my friends had decided to go and see Iron Man 2. We were going to go yesterday (a Tuesday) since it is the half a price day, but when we got to the movies we found out that all the tickets were sold out. Then we quickly drove to a different one, and that one was all sold out as well. We were upset. (As you can probably imagine) And right by just happened to be an LCBO store. The plan was born right there and then. We all kinda contributed to it and I must say, it was an awfully random idea, great, but also not very smart. Anyway, so went in the LCBO got coolers and went to one of the guys house. HA HA! He had a bottle of tequila. And his brother had a HUGE collection of alcohol. He just kept bringing bottles out: Cognac, Mojito mixes, vodka, etc. Then he left saying: "Have fun!" And, yes, we did! :D

...

Now back to what I was going to talk about. Perfect.
I was busing to school today, to my last class. (Yeah, we stayed at that guys place for a sleep over) And I saw an interesting guy on the bus. (Didn't see that one coming, did You? Ha Ha) We had the stare-stare thing and then I had to get off. I thought about how cute the whole thing was. I smiled to myself. He was so imperfect. He was nervous just from the gazing in to each other eyes. His palms were sweating, I could tell it because he was rubbing his palms against his jeans. He had a cheap haircut, the regular short hair type a thing, and a simple sweater. Perfect? No! But he looked so good. He had a pretty face, his lips were a little dry and he had dark, shiny eyes. I wished I wasn't running late for the last class that I really wanted to go to, I wished I could have stayed on the bus for more stops so he could hopefully start talking to me. But there just wasn't enough time. (Uh, TIME, never enough TIME.) Then after school, after the extra drama rehearsals I was busing, this time home, I was a "perfect" couple outside walking down the street. Since there was traffic, I got to see this couple a few times. The girl was wearing a black skirt that had a golden stripe along the bottom of it. The skirt stopped right above her knees, one could see her fit, tanned legs. Then she was wearing a white shirt and a spring jacket. Her black hair was covering half of her back, they were trimmed in a straight line and dyed in one shade of dark brown (or maybe it was her real colour, I don't really care). She was wearing very little make-up, that's what it looked like, but her eyes were highlighted so well, that i do not believe she had little make-up. Her lips were glossy pink. She was holding her French manicured hand with her boyfriend. He was wearing designer jeans. I could tell it. I simply could. His feet were wrapped in converse shoes. He had a leather jacket that had two pockets on each side. He had a fresh looking spring scarf around his neck and sunglasses on the top of his head. (Let me guess, those were designer too.) They were so perfect, waling down the street and smiling.

I came to thinking. Who likes perfect? Do You? Isn't perfect boring? Do the perfects like perfects?
WHO IS PERFECT?

...

We decided to go and see Iron Man 2 next Tuesday, if it will be still playing.

Sunday 9 May 2010

I LOVE YOUR BLOG!

Hello my dear friends. This post is only for You!
A while ago one of my other blogs won a "I Love Your Blog". I was nominated by Dieter and his wonderful blog is Confessions of a Wannabe Writer. He has a really grate blog and I suggest You check it out NOW. Yes now! Don't worry You can finish reading after. I can wait! (Just click on the title, i linked it)

So, now that You are back and hopefully have subscribed to Dieter's blog, we can go on and talk about the award. Here is what Dieter wrote:
The rules of accepting this award, as explained by Catherine, are as follows:

* Put the logo on your blog or within your post
* Pass the award onto 15 bloggers
* Link the nominees within your post
* Let the nominees know they have received this award by commenting on their blog
* Share the love and link to the person from whom you received this award

Alright, let's do this!

Logo:

Here is the moment we all have been waiting for - the list of 15 nominees, (please remember, it was not easy to pick the top 15; and, Dieter, Your Blog would be there too, but You already got the award!):

Alright, now that I have nominated 15 unique blogs I will let them all know about this!

Be kind and look at them, they really are worth Your time. :)

Friday 7 May 2010

Good old

As maybe some of you know. Oh no, wait. You don't know. (Blame it on silent April)
My phone has gone under construction several times now. The last time was very, very unpleasant. I ended up losing the original buttons replacing those with pieces of cork and taping them to the phone. Now I am embarrassed to take my phone out when in public. So now I have found my old phone. It can not be charged, but since it both of the two phones are Sony Ericsson, i can switch them all the time. It is also very slow. I don't understand why because I have deleted a bunch of files. And, of course, the graphics of the old phone are terrible. I guess we get too pampered with all the new technologies. But i think it is acceptable when living in this painful to watch society. The old phone is also bigger and .. how do i say this.. old!
And i can't get my contacts from one phone to the other. Well. I might just stick to the taped pain in the butt.

It is Saturday night and I am sitting at home. I will go to sleep soon, since i didn't sleep last night.
Or will I? I still have to finish my homework for Spanish class.

Wednesday 5 May 2010

Stars

On the past weekend my mom decided to clean the basement form all the crap and all the stuff that has been piling up there. I found one thing that I liked. It was a small white plastic bag. It had a simple knot at the and so it could be easily opened. Inside there were stars. Yes stars.

Oh, just before I talk about my stars. A month or two ago I tweeted that i miss stars. Just so You can better understand how exciting this is for me. I love stars. I love stars. I enjoy glaring at the night sky and thinking about almost nothing at all.

Well these stars are the ones that glow in the dark once they have been in light for a while. And i put them up in my room on the ceiling. And last night i slept under the stars!



Here is something cool, just wanted to post it, so i have it and i don't lose it. And yes, you are allowed to check it out. Tattoo locations.

Tuesday 4 May 2010

Silent April

I feel bad for the things that i did. I did this to make things better, but You turned it to be a dead dream.

Shut up.