Simply got bored with my not-working template. Changed everything. Got bored with the previous title and quote. Yeas, I'm a coffeepot, got it? A nice, middlesized round coffeepot filled up with warm, fresh, aromatic non-filtered coffee...mmm...a dream. Guess what, just filled up with it, be heading to our daily wedding rehearsal in a few minutes. I wish it was over. It will soon, but I'm fed up (no, I love Irish dance, but not every day and not pretending to be an eveil spirit of the forest!)...Mum wants me to attend two year pre-university lectures at SU-HSE. Maybe, after all, that could turn out to be a good idea. Oh, and the quotation is classic, my fave from 'Forrest Gump': My Mama always said, 'Life was like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get.' Your Mama was so right, Forrest, God bless her. Besides, what could possibly be better than a cup of espresso and a couple of chocolates? Oh, Coffeepot's gonna be late. See you all soon...enough.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
I'm sorry, but I'm just so lazy, soooo lazy! I haven't even written about my time in Ireland! Maybe some day(some day) I'll do it, not now, too lazy... And tired. And fucking busy. Yeah, summer, you know. Getting packed, leaving for Egypt (to get fryed) on wednesday, back next sunday, then (oh dear God!) september 1 and my wedding (I mean, not my but it's such a pain in the ass, sorry) and gee...School, is it? But forget it. I have to have the rest of this summer to myself (yeah juljul, to yourself except for Dostoyevsky, Gogol and Irish dance)(who would want Irish dance for a wedding anyway? Russian wedding? Well, except for me, but it's not my wedding we're talking about, right? Not yet anyway.) Wish me luck with "having summer all for myself". Anyway, today watched Stardust. Again. Yesterday I watched it with my mom. It's just a sort of a silly-romantic-fairy tail movie which just makes me feel better you know. Even happy. I wish we could see dreams like that sometimes, life could be more exciting (says a 16-year-old girl, believe her!!!). Er, well, turning to lazyness...I'm going to sleep. No, watch Sleepless in Seattle. For a 100th time. I promise quite solemnly next post will be dedicated to my trip to A Place-that-shoul-not-be-named (sorry, read 7th Potter not long ago. It was ok, better then the previous...er...lets see...3. 1-3 was ok, 4-6 terrible bullshit, 7 ok. Maybe too much action, but at least I didn't make myself read it, I just read)!
Ah, Scottish (Welsh...?) nature...Ah...
Clare Danes. I liked her, though she's not exceptionally beautiful or anything...but her appearance is very...er...distinctive?
Charlie Cox. Not particularly my type, but that will do. Who believes in types anyway?
And my personal opinion is he looked better as a shop boy than a super-hero De Niro made of him. Just personal.
P.S. What the hell this blogspot doesn't like in my template?!