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rain on me

Sunday, January 08, 2006
you know it people!

The short thing, with the probably the best beer in the world can in her hand, known to roomates as Niels the Sudanese Elf ever since weraing a cap wich left my ears-inspired by the Notre Dame garguilles, sticking out. Can you see it, the short thing I mean, not the church? yeah, i can see me too. And man, do i really take after Bridget Jones. I drink half a beer and am capable of the some of the most ridiculous, lame and damn right basketcase actions the planet has seen, all in the name of man (the opposite sex that is. do elves have opposite sexes? because, depipte all the tolkien-based movies and the christmas-based movies, the elves still seem to me like a community that multiplies through old-fashioned spores, while on a break from building old-fashioned, wooden... choo choo trains.)
So, in order to regain my dignity after once again being proved that Earth to Elf, let it rest, the whole thing is dead, burnt to ashes and spread in the wind in the most unromantic darnright fanlike way, and there's no point, yo Bridget, in asking "hey , how've you been" if the other person is not in the least interested in how You've been! In case you aren't psychic, there;s no way you have understood what I'm on about here: i tryed to get hold of an ex, a classic move when drunk since 1815.In order to regain my dignity,I was saying, I call the dude who from now on until he realises he doesn't need this, will be known as the Boyfriend, and more or less meowingly requested signs of affection and to be considered normal by at least one person on this planet, that is he. Now, considering that I don't even like cats that much and considering that the schoolmate also known as the Boyfriend, has thought of me as this really reserved, icy, quiet (oh boy!) person I think I have really gone over the top this time, by behaving all girly girlie and non(e) intellectual. I blew my cover, and am seriously afraid that Niels, my alter ego will show up any minute.
Yes, it's all ramble here and I'm sure you haven't understood anything. I read some of the diary entries from my very first blog : probablyme.diaryland.com. They were all good, at least to me, because I managed to get so much stuff out of my system simply by writing it down and adding the occasional ornament. That blog was such a no-frills blog, and I hated the design at the time and the limits of diaryland. But, dude, starting to write and knowing that there's no way that more than one person will bea reading that blog was so liberating. So, I'm back to just good old rambling, not trying to make sense to anyone else but myself, or tolerating myself when sense just doesn't happen. The good part is that I get long entries. (Getting to see my profoundness dear reader, I bet.)
Where was I? I had another long sentence coming my way and it just vanished, probably under the mound of chocolate wrappings on my desk.Right..I'm going back to Cluj tomorrow. Hollidays are over. I have a 5-hour-long train ride in the company of Chris, also known as Dopey, also known as Hannibal lately, where I am Clarice who gets scared by a shriek in the dead of the night while suposedly listening to jingle bells played in reverse. And then they made fun of me on Skype, Chris and Octavian-another former classmates, while I was unsuccessfully trying to impress them by meowing and trying to explain how I was this short of not being able to remove my fingernails with my fingers still attached to them, from the wooden back of my desk chair, while niels inside was pulling his hair, screaming and banging his head on my ribcage (hence the pounding in my chest, you maniacs..) Of course, you didn't get what this paragraph was all about either. Short story long, Chris will have an even longer ride on the train tomorrow than I am since he is sitting next to me and I am set on confiscating his earplugs, ear phones and the fingers stuck in his ears if I have to, for the sake of him experiencng how I can reach aeroplane decibles while "saying" the words "maniac, sick bastard" over and over again.
Ok..done rambling, after partially having gotten over the humiliation of knowing that there's at least one person on this planet that considers me a complete nutcase and thinking of getting a restriction order, while i try to explain that no...you got it all w..never mind. I'll go home and explain to the bf what it;s all about..guess i'm not done after all.
over.

Miss Brightside posted at 1:12 AM | 1 comments



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Hey, did you move to a different blog?

By Blogger Elli, at 11:47 PM  

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Saturday, December 31, 2005
let's get this fire started..or something

I know I've been awful with updating this blog. The reasons for not writing changed with my moods, from believing I've got nothing to say to admitting I've been plain lazy.But sine my parents have exported themselves to my aunt's some 100 km away and I have allowed myself the luxury of smoking in my room (no! I don't wanna hear it! no lectures! quitting smoking-again, is on my new year's resolutions' list, ok?!). Also, | am willing to do anything (except vacuum clean) to not work on the three projects whose deadlines are approaching.Regional Policies of the European Union are not all they're cracked up to be, I tell you..We've been told to try not to re-invent the wheel in our research project, so instead I've concocted these windmills which even my asinine brain has been refusing to fight. I used to think the European Union is this artificial giant with clay feet. Nope, no feet there..The Eu, it's official, hasn't got a head, or a tail for that matter. And when it's going to collapse, it's not going to collapse because of dear old Romania and Bulgaria joining the club, it's going to collapse under the weight of 3.526.799.006 directives, regulations and resolutions.I bet Strasbourg, Bruxelles and Luxembourg are a paper-recycling paradise.And if one day Spanish and French tomato farmers join forces and decide they want to burn everything EU related in some public square, there'd be enough there to set the whole continent on fire. Allow me to reccommend the musical background for the happy event:Prodigy-Firestarter.
Also, I would like to take advantage of this occasion to tell you not to ever look for questia passwords on offer on dubious sites. It is wrong! and most importantly it will ensure a slow, painful death for your PC. But, to my defense I will say, SERIOUSLY, DO YOU FOLKS EXPECT ME TO PAY 22 BUCKS FOR ONE MONTH'S ACCESS TO THE WORLD'S LARGEST ONLINE LIBRARY?
I will have to pay, eventually, since I need to read the book of one stuffy euro-fan named William Wallace (whom I bet has never climbed a tree in his life, or worn a kilt), so I can get an idea of the theories on regionalisation. Because,apparently, the EU funds highways that will later be built by American companies named Bechtel (long fairytale, the kind of only the Romanian government can come up with..) according to some sort of intricate philosophy. I'd say I'm going to put up a "donate" button on the site, but when you live in a country that's being presented like some sort of social worker's paradise (not that it's not, to a certain extent) there's always the risk of people actually taking you up for it.
Yep...I haven't mentioned the hollidays yet. Am going to mention them now. I should. This year's Christmas has been the most unchristmasy Christmas ever. I haven't sung one Christmas carrol, haven't felt generous, haven't visited any orphanages or old people's homes, haven't gotten seriously dizzy on warm wine and haven't made any long distance calls to someone who couldn't care less. In fact, the only traditional things I have done this year were eating all the candy on the Christmas tree before Christmas (to the despair of my mom, who spent an hour arranging them according to classical rules of composition) and getting hysterical about the whole Christmas hysteria at home (to the despair of the same parent,who couldn't stand listening to me yelling "Hist-erry Christmas, yo ho ho!" around the house from the second hour on anymore).As for tonight, i am going to a party given by a former classmate. This year's pretty odd, since I have had about 4 options of where to spend New Year's night. One is pretty expenisve and in mixed company, the second is too far away and a bit too early boy, don't you think?, the third is at Misha's (my roomie's) place- a gathering that I might actually grace with my presence for a while tonight, but where I know I do not meet certain standards (another long fairytale sprinkled with personal issues) and Jo's party (the place I will be heading for in a few hours).
2005...so...what was 2005 all about? Well, it is certain that it was about more than 2004.It was about a broken door, a dirty floor, a hard bed that makes my body sore.About mood swings, same dirty old things, Cramming my mind, Personality slide.
I'm sorry to waste your time, This gal here just wants to rhyme.
brilliant, innit?
A few hours later
Ok..it's official..it's 7:24 pm, and after trying on outfits that varied from classical elegance, to rock slut, to so sexy i might attract a handsome pneumonia, I think i might just put on a pair of jeans and an old pullover , knot my hair with a comb and put on heavy make-up. How's that for eccentric? Actually, considering that where i am going some people consider dyeing your hair the same colour as your dress the acme of elegance on prom night...

happy new year to you folks and jorgen, try not to get the champagne cork stuck in your nose! hugs people!

Miss Brightside posted at 7:33 PM | 1 comments



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Hey Miss Brightside - I'm happy to find a new post, which I've read in the New Year. Happy all of that, by the way.

My eyes roll whenever I think of the EU. They roll when I think of the Euro. I'm still wondering what hidden interest really benefitted from that. The biggest selling point was that it would make it so much easier to compare prices in different countries.

Hope you will have a steamy post coming up about the party. ;-) I like what you decided to wear. To me girls look so very lovely in old jeans and a pullover. Pullovers leave so much to the imagination. But I'm sure you don't need makeup.

By Blogger Indeterminacy, at 12:20 PM  

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Saturday, December 03, 2005
not exactly sure (the giant panda maskott attack)

Chain-letters have always puzzled me. I would sometimes find them in my mailbox,. I think I got them more often than my neighbours because I live in apartment no.13. They were left by superstitious little girls, who got them in their turn and made copies of the letter, which mostly contained examples of people who did what they were asked (distributed them on) and how their wishes came true, and of people who threw the letters away and died, suffered strokes, lost their children. It was interesting, when the whole blackmail was not completely chilling. From year to year, the text suffered changes, to the point where some parts became completely illogical. I remembered chain-letters, as I was copying the notes a classmate took from a book on political culture. I think she misunderstood many parts, and others I couldn't understand because of her impossible handwriting. Therefore, themargins of my notebook are full of intellectual adnotations such as "WTF?!","BULLSHIT", "IMPOSSIBLE" and "she has no idea..."On the other hand, this should serve me as a lesson to read my books on time. Anyway, by now, Ramona's (the classmate) contribution and mine to the theories on political culture might be significant...
I don't know exactly what i find so fascinating about chain-letters. Maybe it's the fact that it says in them that the text has gone around the world many times. Supposing this was exaggerated, i am sure it has done a lot of travelling still. Maybe that they rely on people's hopes and fears to continue to exist. Maybe that the letter-in fact exists on its own. Words with no master, no known author, the work of a lot of people(in fact), a concept so ancient , existing in the mailboxes of grim building-near-building Romanian neighbourhoods. Quite "harry potter", don't you think? Or maybe it's just the fact that I was genuinely afraid of them, as a kid, and in the same time curious of their story.
Or, the "green man". I would sometimes wake up in the small hours of the morning, because of the clinking-noise of bottles hitting eachother, somewhere outside. In my 5-year-old mind the sound was made by the green bottles drawn in a makeshift cart by a man in green clothes that was always sad. (An image that I am sure, Freud would link to my father;I prefer to think it was caused by a painting hanging in the hallway.)
There was this man, handing flyers..last week. To my shame, I took a look at his clothes, the papers in his hand, and the lack of expression with which he offered them, concluded he's not cool enough to help him do his job, and walked on. I had to pass by him again, a minute later(how long can it take to know that the cafe is first to the right?).Something in the attention he paid that he would not take out more than one leaflet from the batch,the kind blue look he gave passer-by's, something about his too old shoes and too old jeans...The leaflet was from a bloody language school, pretentiously named "Britannia". I think I stared as I walked, for the next 2 minutes, thinking that someone must have felt really generous and kind after giving the
simple-minded something to do. Unfortunatelly, when you are 19 you are no longer allowed to start crying about it not being fair.
I am perceiving a slight shift from pitty directed at self towards pitty directed at others, combined with a slight melancholy: Christmas must be approaching...

Romania cellebrated National Day yesterday, something that brought me great joy, like every year: no school today. I caught a ride home, with the serious inention to spend my time studying and drawing up one of my three research projects. I got home, and lo and behold, there's my aprtment block. And some moron hung up a national flag...and the moron is my dad, because that's the fifth floor there, in deed. I had to stifle a tyrade a la Trainspotting about this here "country of wankers" and where it should put its national pride, as I took the flag out of the window. No one was home.
Despite the sickening enthusiasm my family knows to put in all the wrong causes, I still like being home.And having a whole room all to myself, and signaling my presence by leaving a trail of half-full glasses of Cola around the house, and books and clothes in a heap on the sofa.And having Internet access, and talking my dad into buying me the Moon, which he will do, because the Mother is not home.
I don't like Cluj that much anymore.Although, I always knew it was just a matter of time before I stop being cool and feeling cool to people around me, and become the uninteresting neurotic nerd I was in highschool. I'm just not cut out for socialising,I suppose...or being myself around more than one person at a time, for that matter. However, since I have always done things MY way, I am not going to start adapting now!
I don't necessarily like what I have to adapt to. I have this crazy idea that peace of mind is something I have to find by myself, and not in the compromises I would have to make to be popular(or god help me, have real friends!). (Such as not asking "wouldn't it be cool if Condi and Hillary competed for Presidency next American ellections?" ever again...or saying that Chrylser is evil.)

Entry completed!

-Alex thinks "We won't go until we get some" is a funny verse.

Miss Brightside posted at 3:43 PM | 2 comments



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Just read the little stories and
think of a wish as you scroll all
the way to the bottom. There is
a message there - then make your
wish.

























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I'm 13 years old, and I wished
that my dad would come home from
the army, because he'd been having
problems with his heart and right
leg. It was 2:53 p.m . When I made
my wish. At 3:07 p.m. (14 minutes
later), the doorbell rang, and
there my Dad was, luggage and all!!









I'm Katie and I'm 20 and I've been
having trouble in my job and on the
verge of quitting. I made a simple
wish that my boss would get a new
job. That was at 1:35 and at 2:55
there was an announcement that he
was promoted and was leaving for
another city. Believe me...this
really works!!!















My name is Ann and I am 45 years
of age. I had always been single
and had been hoping to get into a
nice, loving relationship for many
years. While kind of daydreaming
(and right after receiving this email)
I wished that a quality person would
finally come into my life. That was at
9:10 AM on a Tuesday. At 9:55 AM
a FedEx delivery man came into my
office.He was cute, polite and
could not stop smiling at me. He
started coming back almost everyday
(even without packages) and asked me
out a week later. We married 6
months later and now have been
happily married for 2 years.



What a great email it was!!



























Just scroll down to the end, but
while you do, think of a wish.
Make your wish when you have completed
scrolling. Whatever age you are, is the
number of minutes it will take for your
wish to come true. ex.you are 25 years
old, it will take 25 minutes for your wish
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Congratulations!!! Your wish will
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Now follow this carefully....it
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If you repost this within the next 5 min.
something major that you've been wanting
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By Anonymous Anonymous, at 5:36 AM  

I always throw away chains letters. I had bad things happen to me afterwards, but a lot of good things happened too. I think life is just like that, even without the chain letters.

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