Gradually Graduated

Well, now it’s official – I mother fucking graduated! Too bad they didn’t give us of those square hats to throw in the air. I didn’t even went in front to get my diploma, because…. I got it three days ago. And since then it’s been translated, sent to be legalized aand sent to the university so that my conditional offer can become UNconditional. It was a strange day yesterday – I crossed half the city for just 10 minutes, took the diploma to the agency that helps me with the documents for the university – the agency is in ANOTHER town – met with a girl there that is also going to study in Aberystwyth, and was home by 6pm. After so much hurrying and nerve loss I was surprised I wasn’t more tired than I actually was. And today was probably the last day I ever saw my class together and I ever went to school, I guess. Oh, oh, oh! My dream came true! I had a dream last week about my Literature teacher shaking my hand for the full A on the Literature matriculation. And that finally became true today! I was early, as usual, at school and when she came she saw me and came to me and my mother, shook my hand and began to praise me. Ha! Praise me now, when she finally saw what I’m capable of. I’m telling you (if I haven’t before) – I’ll do something so that they’ll remember me for good. I’ll burn down the school if I have to, but they’ll remember! xD Despite all that, it was a sad moment. I almost began to cry on the way home, but somehow managed to get myself together. I hate long goodbyes. And this one is taking far too long and will continue till September. If I don’t kill myself till then. xD

"Helooooo, Budapest!"

I’ll say just one thing – Romania rocks!!! Yesterday was just great. Bukuresht is an amazing town. We first visited Nicolae Ceauşescu’s palace. Our guide said it’s the second biggest building in the world after the Pentagon, and if we don’t count Pentagon’s secret premises, it is the biggest. We entered some of the halls for press conferences, including the tallest hall there. From it we went out on the balcony that has a front view towards their square which they call the Romanian Champs-Élysées. The guide told us it’s probably bigger than the French one. He also told us not to tell that to any French. Speaking of the guide, he was veery cute and one of my friends really liked him and wanted to take a picture with him. After the tour he wanted us to write our e-mail addresses so we can send him the photo. Back to the balcony - Nicolae Ceauşescu never went out on it, but the only celebrity that did was Michael Jackson. He went out, looked down at the crowd, took his hat off, and said: Hello, Budapest! The crowd began to hoot at him and he went in immediately. After that little story no famous person has ever shown their face on the balcony. The tour lasted one hour and for that time we could only visit this part of the palace:




A few years ago some kid got lost there and they couldn’t find him 3 days.

The next stop was the Museum of the village. Again we had just one hour to look around and again it wasn’t enough. Then we had some free time – if 4 hours is considered ‘some’. So we went to the mall. Believe me, it’s really hard to order something to eat if no one there speaks at leaast a little English. Still, we managed to get some pizza. And then we went home. I skipped some annoying parts where we waited for some people of the group more than the appointed time, or where I almost got sunstroke. But it really was a nice trip. After I saw Romania, I came to the conclusion that – non-patriotic or not – Bulgaria is not more beautiful or more advanced. Now I’m even more ready to leave it. Here’s some pictures from Bukuresht. The order is as it follows: The beautiful blue Danube (1), The view from the palace (2,3), The palace itself (4), A little ducky swimming in the lake in the Museum of the Village. (5,6)

Monday’s Black

Man, boredom could really be… boring. I’m so bored, I ended up with a MSN messenger. I’ll need it at university so you could say it’s something useful.

I went to Varna last Thursday, where I’m born because I needed to make a copy of my birth certificate for university and that can only happen at the municipality of the city you’re born. It wasn’t a bad day, if you don’t look at it from a skirt point of view, from a waiting point of view and from a beeping point of view. First, I wore a black skirt with white stars all over it, but I noticed too late that this thing is too short for me. So the whole day I was worried about the wind, about bending and other unpleasant situations like that. Next – the municipality experience wasn’t very nice either. First I waited 10 min and when it was my turn and I said I wanted a copy of my birth certificate, they made the copy…. on the copy machine! And even wanted money for that! Only after paying did they explain that I actually needed a dublicate. So I waited a little more, paid a lot more and finally got what I went for in the first place. Then my friends and I went to the city mall…. and then the ‘thing’ happened. Like most girls do, we went in and out the shops and there was no problem… at first. But when I went into the technology store, the sensors at the door that beep if something’s stolen began to… well, beep. The salesmen there just let me go in and then go out, but the same thing happened in a clothing store. I was already panicked, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. The saleswoman there asked for my bag and scanned it. Something in there beeped and she said everything was ok, it was probably something that hadn’t been scanned when I’d bought it before. I came to the conclusion it’s my body spray. My bag didn’t beep again, but I was afraid to go into any store after that. When we came back home it began to rain, but the sky was patient enough to wait for me to get into a taxi. I’ll think twice before wearing a skirt next time.

Apart from that, nothing exciting is happening around here. I’m getting a laptop these days, so I hope it will keep me busy. The next post will be delivered by HP Compaq!

Friend Of A Friend

Soo the elections... Waking up at 4 am just like I thought, doing almost nothing from 7am to 8 pm just like I thought, wondering how to shoot myself just like I thought, staying awake for 20 hours just like I thought.... Add the heat and you'll understand it wasn't very pretty. At least I had some laugh, aand I'll have to do it again next month... this time I'll take my laptop to prevent me from suicide. I still haven't bought it and I'm already planning what to do with it... It's strange for someone who lives day by day. Aaanyway, a new scribble was born tonight. I'm considering giving it for adoption - it's kind of crippled. And moody, but that's nothing new. Aaand there it is.

Hello, wake up - this is reality.
No pain, no gain - what a diversity.
I once knew one who used to say to me
that everything would be fine under the apricot tree.

Who am I? Am I fine?
Do I look okay in summer time?
And who are you? What's your name?
It's funny, I only remember your nickname from the game.

The light annoys us, so we'll shoot the moon.
We hate the sun, so may darkness come soon.
We don't want to grow up, so we'll kill the time.
Responsibility's a bitch - is that a crime?

We're so far away from long, long ago
when the heroes closed their eyes just for a second or so.
When the good wasn't fashioned to the next convenient trend
When it didn't have to die to become an urban legend.

So where's the fucking bastard who said everything would be fine?
'Cause I have a few things to tell him before I break his spine.
He's a top class deceiver with a classy sharp cleaver
Chopping off dreams in the dark and biting with the teeth of a shark.

The next time you're spinning round under an apricot tree
Don't forget to look up and you should see -
The sky won't be completely blue like the sea
and everything won't be fine - he lied to me.

Reflection Day

The matriculation results are out! Actually, they're out from yesterday, buuut I don't see any point in telling that. I have 6.00 in Literature which is full A, and 5.93 in English which.... you can figure out how much it is. I expected higher results in Literature, but not that high - so in your face, old-lady-who-used-to-teach-us-literature-and-said-we-would-not-make-it! (Why didn't I just write her name?) The point is, we're so going to Wales! I've already been there a dozen times... in my dreams. And it always ended up wrong - losing luggage, splitting with the group... Hopefully that won't happen when we really get there. Hey, here's something funny - tomorrow I have to go and conduct a survey with colleagues of my father about the damn elections. I have to get up at 4am and I won't move from there from 6am till 7pm. At first, I wanted somebody to shoot me, but I'll have books with me, my life-saving mp3 player, a laptop, aand I'll be making people do the same mistake twice (a.k.a. vote). And the best part is, I'll have to do it again in July! Is that fun or what?! Ah, and my heart has been aching for the whole day. It's strange, cause there's nothing wrong with it.. my doctor said so.. or was it my mother? Anyway, it's probably from all the Coca-Cola, but I have reduced its intake lately, so.... my heart is just twisted! xD I haven't written anything in a very long time... I wonder if I still have 'what it takes', if I ever had it. I hope to come up with something soon, because summer has been pre-tty boring so far.