Category Archives: Memoirs of a high schooler

Before I’m 17

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I have no idea where my sweet sixteen year has gone. I think I mostly slept through it, which wouldn’t be unlike me.
However, here I am, the last day of being 16 ever. Creepy.
I don’t really care about ‘getting older’ at this moment, because in the morning I know I won’t feel any different. I’m just in for the cake.
But I am proud of this year. I made fabulous friends, I finally, finally went to a French course, I improved my piano playing, I read the whole SH collection ( give me some credit, it was pretty huge ), I discovered Hannibal, I even learned how to make a Caesar salad – not from Hannibal the cannibal, though.
There are things I didn’t get to do, of course, but there’s a lot of time ahead. A lot of days and hours and minutes ready to be filled with fantastic stuff ( like sleeping).
So come on, 17, let’s see what you’ve got.

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A special person

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Today I received my first ‘before birthday’ present from my grandmother, a wonderful person I would like to introduce you to.
She is very kind, very patient and the person I probably spent most time with. She is strong and ambitious, although she doesn’t always show it. She raised my mother alone, so I know how tough she can be, but also that she can spread more love than any other person I’ve ever met.
She is stubborn and sometimes naive, but would never admit it. She is pessimistic, but somehow, always right at the same time.
I couldn’t imagine any day without her. She knows when it’s going to rain and puts an umbrella in my bag, she constantly reminds me to eat fruits and vegetables ( even if I am 17 years old now), she recommends me books and watches Sherlock with me. She cooks every day, and I know she wants everything to be perfect when I come home from school. She puts little flowers on my desk ocasionally, just so, most of the time white roses, because they are my favourites. She buys me sweets, even if I always tell her that I already eat to much and she can recognize Mika whenever Rain plays on the radio.
And in every little thing she does for me, I know she puts so much love into it and I am so grateful that I was named after this magnificent human being.

Love, M.

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Did you miss me?

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It’s been a while. I gave up on the idea of a blog a while ago and I keep turning back to it. For some reason.
I haven’t really been busy. Well, summer was full, taking over my life with its waves and happiness. Cutting the story short, I was in France, I met the French, fell in love with the French ( How could one not?).
I travelled through Europe, went at gigs, had fun and met Mika!

But since summer only lasts three months I am back to my ironic self dealing with homework, not such a dramatic highschool life, the future and a big, noisy family.
And the big question….
I say lets bring back them Cooking Tuesdays.

Love, M.

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Tequila and wine should not be mixed

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Apparently I am not the kind of cluber girl. Maybe the fact that my parents are the only ones going out with me doesn’t help either. Or maybe it’s just me.
Point is, it women’s day and I am stuck on a bench in a crowded club full of smoke and drunken women singing Like a virgin. Having the time of my life. Not quite. The barman is literally the only acceptable figure to stare at, and I can’t even glance at him because a group of dancing parents are blocking my view.
It’s funny, cause when I am sitting at home, all I can think of is that I don’t have any kind if social life, that I should go out more.
And now I am here, and someone is playing Tina Turner really loud and women are suddenly very, very independent. Simply the best, they say.
Damn the stupid claustrophobia, not letting a girl have a little fun.

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I’ll be a princess when I grow up

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I think I have finally succeeded to convince my mother that I am a bit out of my mind.
We were having the everlasting discussion: what job would you like to have?
What’s the point in thinking about it yet? I’m not sure. Of course, if I say I want to be a writer, my dad and mom start laughing.
One option is English teacher… But… Meh.
Then I’d like to be an architect. But again, I think it’s hard to find a job you love afterwards.
Absolutely no to journalism, from both of my parents. And i am left with the family travel agency. The third option.
But I’m not sure, because I shouldn’t have to chose now. There’s still plenty of time, right?
So, yesterday, faced with the classic question I told my mom my secret plan. I will become a princess. It’s very simple. I will marry Harry ( I mean, he is adorable ) and become princess or some kind of Dutchess. And Kate will be my best friend. Doesn’t it sound perfect? I blabbed about this for about 20 minutes, and finally my parents dropped the question. Instead they smiled at me, comforting. I am not crazy. I swear. My plan is very logical and easy to do.

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Happiness

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I was so deceived today to walk past the central square and realize that the Christmas market is closed. It’s obvious that is was closed, I just… Expected it to still be there. I’m very bad at saying goodbye to Christmas. Even undoing the tree, it gives me a sad feeling.
Do you know when you are going somewhere, and you’ve waited so long, but all you can think about on the way is: This just lasts two weeks. In two weeks I will be just as miserable as I am now .
You’d say you are so happy to go away, but that’s not real happiness. I hears something very wise, coming from a rather naive character:

DOUGLAS: No, Arthur, you are cheery. No one’s interested in the secret of true cheeriness.

ARTHUR: But that’s not true. I’m fairly often just completely happy. Like, for instance, when you get into a bath quickly and it’s just the right temperature, and you go “ooooh”. I mean really no one gets any happier than that.

MARTIN: What a depressing thought.

ARTHUR: No, no, it’s not though, because those sort of things happen all the time, whereas you’re hardly ever, you know, blissfully happy with the love of your life in the moonlight, and when you are, you’re too busy worrying about it being over soon, whereas the bath moments, there’s loads of those! Oh, like when you realise your knuckles are ready for cracking.

DOUGLAS: What?

(ARTHUR cracks his knuckles. MARTIN and DOUGLAS make disgusted noises.)

ARTHUR: See, I was happy then! Oh, wait, I’ve got another one!

Now, for those of you who don’t know, this is a Cabin Pressure quote. Yes, I’m a fan of the radio series, especially for moments like these.

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Boooooooored.

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So, my winter holiday is coming to an end and I had a dream where teachers were trying to kill the students. Literally.

What is my point? I don’t want to go back to school. I really don’t. I don’t even want to leave the house to meet my best friend. I am that kind of a lazy person. And then I come here and write about it, and I’m even too lazy to think about a normal subject.
what is wrong with me??

I need a caramel Machiatto.

Geez, I’m not making any sense.

This is wrong. I’m going to post some photos now. Excuse me.

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