Zombie land

Halloween’s over, next stop – Christmastown. First I have to write two bloody essays and one bloody report, but once that’s over, I can breathe freely and anticipate my coming home for the holidays. But now the story from Halloween.

After we, the girls, put make-up on all the guys, we went out at around 9pm. Our first stop was the beach. There we had a little encounter with two female cops, because some of the guys had alcohol in their hands, and it’s not allowed to drink on the streets, so they took their details. I’ve never been happier that I’m straight edge. After that we went to a bar, ‘cause most of the group wanted to go and get drunk properly, but it wasn’t opened yet, so we headed to the castle ruins…. And who do you think we met there? Our two sweet female police officers, who were checking the castle in case someone had gone there to do something weird which they don’t do just on Halloween. There were some girls sitting on a bench who called us ‘fucking emos’ – yes, they were high. I don’t think we looked like anything even close to emos that night. Anyway, we took some pictures at the castle, went back to the beach for more pictures, aaand then back to the bar at which point I wished the guys farewell and went back to my room, ‘cause I was tired, I was cold, the white thing on my face was sticky and I wanted it off immediately, plus I have no business doing in a bar, do I? On the way back I saw enough zombies, witches and sluts. If you ask me, Halloween is an excuse for the whores to act like whores. For me, it’s an excuse to wear as much black make-up as possible. xD So I got home (‘home’ is definitely not the word I would use to describe the place I live now, but it’s the shortest), took my face off and kept my tradition to watch my favorite, favorite movie – The Nightmare Before Christmas. I almost fell asleep at the end, but I managed to keep my eyes opened. I went to bed at 2, woke up at 11:30 and was sleepy the whole day. At 2:30 my friend, one of our roommates and I went to see Toy Story in 3D. It was my first 3D experience, but the movie wasn’t very suitable, ‘cause there weren’t many things ‘in the air’. We’re gonna se Up soon, so I hope it will be better. There you go, that’s enough for me not to write for a whole week.

Happy Hallo-bloody-weeeen!!!!!!

Finally! The one day I live for during the whole year – it’s Halloween! And I’m gonna celebrate it properly for the first time! ^^ I just can’t wait for the evening to come so I can dress up and go out to scare people – yeah, I know, I’m acting like a child, whatever. I got so many decorations – skeletons that glow in the dark, flashing pumpkins, skulls in cages, scary signs…. I got a vampire cape for me, some make up, fake blood…. and I still feel like I don’t have everything. Probably if I buy everything in the stores, I would feel more prepared…. and broke. xD I’ll tell more probably tomorrow and post some pictures that hopefully won’t scare someone to death. xD Have a spooky day, a terrific trick-or-treating, and an infernal night! I’m off preparing – Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ^^

P.S. – Yes, I know the last word is missing a letter in the end, it’s deliberate.

One month down, a lifetime to go

Today’s the one month anniversary since we arrived in Aberystwyth. And the chances of me getting used to all this are still vague. It’s also my grandma’s birthday today, so Happy Birthday, grandma! I would kill to be home right now. And all the bureaucratic crap, documents, assignments try to bring me down. A friend of mine just told me: I don’t know what to tell you except the good old cliche, “Don’t worry, things will get better”. I wish I had a remote to fast forward to that day. Everyone else around me seems to be getting used to this situation much easier than me. But I’m holding on – slipping on every third step, but still holding on. I haven’t had time to think about any new scribbles, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll write something anytime soon except essays and reports… Well, whatever, enough whining for tonight, I hope tomorrow will be a better day… or else!

The Balance-Sheet

I have facebook now. That’s the accident that happened as a consequence of my birthday. I got so tired of so many people whimpering, “Joe, you MUST have facebook, make an account, we need to know you’re alive, bla-bla-blaa”…. that I ended up making the effing thing. And they won’t leave me alone now – every 5 minutes someone comments something or likes something….. I’ve received around 30 e-mails in a row from facebook since yesterday. The birthday itself was cool. We did go to the beach, but it was too cloudy and all we saw from the sunset was this:

Then we went to a pizza take-away, bought 3 large pizzas and went back to the kitchen in our dormitory. Our flatmates had got me a cake which was really cute, they stayed around for an hour or so and we finally had a picture together.



Then most of them went out, we stayed up till around 3 o’clock slobbering. And my presents – oh, my presents… Before we left Bulgaria, I told my friends I only want CDs and books for presents…. and they listened to me!



Actually, I bought the two above, they were presents from me for me. ^^ And I ordered AFI’s December Underground from the music store. I love to have the opportunity to get the music I want legally. It warms my black little heart… xD

Happy Dirtday to meeeeee

Yaaay, Happy Dirtday to meee! ^^ If you’ve forgotten, I sure haven’t. xD Yesterday I didn’t even want to think about it, but my mood got better after a little shopping…. women. xD My B-day wishes began at 10pm British time ‘cause it was already 12 o’clock in Bulgaria, and when it got 12 here I was just getting ready for bed. 5 minutes after my friend and I had gone to sleep, we heard the whole flat coming in front of our door and starting to knock. When I realized they won’t leave, I opened the door and they began to sing. ^^ It was soooo cuuute… And after that they said: See you in the morning!, and disappeared. I was afraid to tell them I have a birthday, buut my friend did it first… ‘by accident’. Now I don’t even want to think about what could happen here tonight – those people just look for an occasion to get drunk. And I don’t even know what I’m gonna do today – all we want to do is go to the beach for the sunset, but looking at the weather outside, we may never see it. And I’ll get my present(s) tonight, so until then it’s just an ordinary day more or less. Man, I’m still 19! I feel so… tiny. My last teen year – gonna be fun. So what do I wanna wish myself… hm, do well in university for sure, be more courageous, find cool new friends, keep the old ones, get all AFI CDs, ‘cause for now I just have two xD ……. What else…. be happy is the cliche, so it should be said…. ah, of course, go to AFI concert(s), change the world is the other cliche…. That’s it for now. Pray I’ll survive this day. ^^

 

Then tell me what really matters

Is it the money and the fame

Or how many people might eventually know your name

But maybe you touch one life

And the world becomes a better place to be

Maybe you give their dreams another day

Another chance to be free

You won’t be young forever

It’s only a fraction to the sum

You won’t be young forever

Nor will anyone

So look at your life

Who you want to be before you die?

Look at your life

What you want to do?

Look at your life

Who you want to be before you die?

Look into life

It all comes back to you

Haaaappy Birthday, Haaaaappy Birthday………

There’s just the sea now….

I had… probably the worst of all my nightmares in my life. I’m beginning to feel sorry I didn’t take my dream catcher from home. I was in a moving truck or a tank with a few more people, I don’t know if they were soldiers or something, but there were trucks all around us and the people there were shooting at us (this is what I get for studying InterPol), I was just lying down and trying to protect my body. Finally we crossed some line from where they told us would be safe. We ended up on a ferry, which were actually boats and rafts tied together, and I began to look for my mom. Suddenly I heard my father who was in one of the rafts saying: your mother isn’t here anymore, there’s just the sea now… And he said it completely imperturbably, like it was nothing! A few seconds later I saw my mom floating in the water next to the boats. I still didn’t believe it, and went next to her, and what do you think I tried to do? What all people who lose their loved ones try to do – wake her up. But then, fortunately I woke up and realized it’s all a fucking dream. Which didn’t stop me from crying and shaking all morning. I even called my mom to see if she’s ok. Now I’m doing all my best to stay calm ‘cause every time I think about it I begin to cry again. I’m sure it’s not that important for anyone except for myself, but I needed it written down somewhere. At least they say that when you dream about dead people, it brings you good luck…. certainly not on the morning after though!

Sick, Sick, Tic-Tac-Tic

Not the best time to get sick… I guess the damn British weather’s not doing me any good. And my mom… she didn’t even let me finish saying I’m coughing and she raised the alarm. Which of course got me more nervous. The symptom I hate most when I’m sick is being sour – absolutely everything gets on my nerves and you wouldn’t want to be around me then. I hope I’ll get better tomorrow ‘cause I hate when everyone thinks they’re doctors!

Anyway, my lectures began. My timetable is just ridiculous – I have approximately one lecture every day – and I’m studying 3 modules. Seminars start next week, so my timetable will increase with a tooootal of…. 2 things to do a day. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining at all – we haven’t begun to study things properly, but it’s very interesting even now. Especially with Mr. Freud… the id, the ego, the superego, consciousness, preconsciousness, unconsciousness…. And all I have to do is just read my textbooks, while some of my friends have tons of computer programs to understand – they had an assignment the first week, to make a game of Hangman. So, no, I’m definitely not complaining about my timetable. However, I wouldn’t have minded having a little diversity on our flat. Almost all of our flatmates are British and are acting as if they’ve known each other for years, they’re just like one big, weird, happy family… And my friend and I are their veeeeeery distant Bulgarian relatives. They’re all nice, if we don’t count that they drink almost every night and I don’t drink at all. Maybe I’m just too introverted and have a hard time making new friends, I dunno. I’m even afraid to tell them my birthday is next week. Aah, my birthday – I almost forgot it’s coming. And I have abso-bloody-lutely no idea what to do then. Not the best place to be a non-drinker as well… At least I found a decent vegetarian store so it’s all good.

Man, I haven’t written any scribbles in ages! I have really let myself go. All the adjustment in a new place’s not doing me any good either. I hope that will end soon, ‘cause I can’t wait to write another piece of pure depression! xD