Actually, this blog was created for purpose of security. My ex-boyfriend didn't understand English, so I could snivel out here without being noticed. ^_^
Now there's a possibility that I can either turn to German or run away and learn Japanese. Very quickly. o_O
30.6.08
28.6.08
Disclaimer
My exams are over.
I'm working with the Americans now, and I must speak Russian with them.
I like them more than my Russian colleagues, although there are too many of them - around 25 students. I can't stand more than two people that I know around me at the same time.
When I'm finished with this work, I'll buy the Sabian Vault V-Crash 17" cymbal and I'll be totally happy. -)
I want to study Swedish and vocals, but to begin with, I should stop drinking every evening. Beer and cocktails devour most of my money =(
Also, I started learning to play double pedal. It's fun! And I like my teacher. He is very cute and kind.
I'm working with the Americans now, and I must speak Russian with them.
I like them more than my Russian colleagues, although there are too many of them - around 25 students. I can't stand more than two people that I know around me at the same time.
When I'm finished with this work, I'll buy the Sabian Vault V-Crash 17" cymbal and I'll be totally happy. -)
I want to study Swedish and vocals, but to begin with, I should stop drinking every evening. Beer and cocktails devour most of my money =(
Also, I started learning to play double pedal. It's fun! And I like my teacher. He is very cute and kind.
8.6.08
.LOG
I've become a little bit smarter.
The sky outside is beautiful, it resembles an old torn blanket processing forth the endless tabula rasa.
I need to find my old shitty camera again and try to catch something.
I need to go to Kanonersky Island again and find some piece of mind.
I need to do away with the examination essays.
I need to establish my way of life.
I need to realize my musical thoughts.
I am finally able to need.
We are together again.
This is the third day I'm alive again, and not cosplaying a robot. There's only a laughing corpse left of it. It's in my smile that's almost always "on". Its spirit is imprisoned in the doll I got as a present from Jell [she's been to Laperanta recently]. The doll is iron and as nice as Shirley Moor, the big robot doll without arms and legs.
I feel like Chtulhu-Junior outside its shell. A rosy piece of young, tasteless meat.
I closed my LiveJournal blog for some time.
The sky outside is beautiful, it resembles an old torn blanket processing forth the endless tabula rasa.
I need to find my old shitty camera again and try to catch something.
I need to go to Kanonersky Island again and find some piece of mind.
I need to do away with the examination essays.
I need to establish my way of life.
I need to realize my musical thoughts.
I am finally able to need.
We are together again.
This is the third day I'm alive again, and not cosplaying a robot. There's only a laughing corpse left of it. It's in my smile that's almost always "on". Its spirit is imprisoned in the doll I got as a present from Jell [she's been to Laperanta recently]. The doll is iron and as nice as Shirley Moor, the big robot doll without arms and legs.
I feel like Chtulhu-Junior outside its shell. A rosy piece of young, tasteless meat.
I closed my LiveJournal blog for some time.
2.6.08
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