I see 2013 got me a little busy, so I couldn’t post much lately. I was in Cyprus!
In the Greek part, actually. It is soo beautiful. I wasn’t very keen on going at first, because I don’t like flying too much, but the warm weather and all the archeological sites convinced me. Moving from -10 degrees to 18 was such, such a nice thing. Really. I almost wanted to have a bath in the sea, but I sticked to the inside pool.
The driving on the other side is really crazy and a bit confusing. It feels like England, but you know it’s not, cause it is always sunny…
Oh, and I found such stunning ice-cream! I mean, ferrero roche flavor with snickers. You can’t have better than that.
Being there with my best friends was a relieve, too. We didn’t do much crazy, other than dancing around at 2 o’clock in the morning, of course.
But it’s good to be home. Better than anything else.
Right now, two minutes ago I have finished The Angel’s game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Man, that is some work. I can’t even express what this book did to me.
What do you mean you’ve never heard of it??
This is one of the best pieces of art I’ve ever laid hands on. Seriously. The story .. It just feels real. I’m smiling between tears because I’ve lost a friend I have been in love with for over 400 pages, just as I am happy that I can turn to those 400 pages any day and live his adventure all over again. If you haven’t read it yet do so immediately. It will change your life, I promise you. I envy you the thrill that you will discover in the story.
Because to me it’s not even just a book anymore. It became a friend, a fortune, a bliss.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, PEOPLE!!
My favourite holiday of the year has come. Finally. And will be gone soon. This one day of 25 December seems to last the least of all, doesn’t it? And to make it as long as I can, I have spent it at home, laying around, doing sort of a movie marathon. Because, I doubt there is a better way of spending Christmas Day if not watch Love Actually with your whole family, right? What more could you want? You have Snape, John Watson, Mr. Bean and Mr. Darcy packed up in one adorable romantic comedy. Not to mention, Hugh Grant comes as a bonus.
Finally, I dragged my mother to watch Small Island with me and convinced my dad to watch The tale of Desperaux.
So my day has been…rather prolific I could say. Three more days listening to Christmas carols and then..puff. It’s gone. Christmas is over as soon as it started.
Santa Claus passed by yesterday evening and dropped some presents for me a little earlier than expected. I can’t complain though, I am happier than I’ve been in a while. And I can feel the fangirl inside me squeezing with joy. My happiness was wrapped up in a box on which all I could read was amazon.co.uk. Which was enough to know, this is would be Sherlock stuff. So that’s what I got:
• Small island DVD
• Parade’s end DVD
•Third Star DVD ( the best movie in this entire world, I swear.)
• An ice-watch.
Aaaaaand Sherlock: The Casebook, which by now I have already read. 🙂
So, yup, been an awful good girl.
After two hours of mad hunting I came home hopeless, exhausted and worst of all giftless.
The Christmas shopping has begun and all I bought until now is a Sherlock Homles book for my friend and a travel journal for my mom. And I am kind of in a time crisis. I also fear the apocalypse may find me in a shop. Or at The Hobbit.
So… Last day on earth, huh? Everyone’s making jokes like there’s no tomorrow. Hahaha. I’m in a funny mood. However I am thinking that if I survive whatever happens tomorrow ( most near-death experience will probably be seeing the trailer of Star Trek on the big screen) I should do a bucket list. 100 things I want to do before I die. I mean, it’s sort of essential for every person, you know?
I am having a very bad day, so bare with me for a while.
Do you ever have days when you just want to kill everyone around you, when you put all your effort to answer others’s questions, when every remark makes you want to kill yourself, when you hope that by hitting your head repeatedly against the desk will kill you, when nothing can make you smile?
Because I’ve been having those for about a week. And today my nerves have been stretched to maximum. I hate those imbeciles that don’t grade us based on our qualities, that popular girl everyone seems to be in love with, that person that is lucky and gets all good grades. I mean, the only one who has a more depressing life is the character in my book. And he was chosen to be a character, which is as good as things can get.
I want to be a fictional character. It would be much, much better. Why can’t Peter Pan come flying in my room? Why doesn’t the Doctor appear in his Tardis and take me away? Why can’t I solve cases with a high dysfunctional sociopath? Why can’t I kiss Jack Sparrow and then save him from the death? Why can’t I live in Barcelona and be one of Zafon’s characters?
I mean, not even Christmas songs can cheer me up, which is something.
Ugh, 3 more days until the End of the World. Hopefully.
This has been a most weird afternoon. With Christmas approaching and all that, my mom decided to invite all relatives. With all their small, hyperactive, screaming kids. And of course, I had to babysit. Hurray. Thanks to “Jungle Book” and “Pirates of the Caribbean” my work was much easier and I could finish The Hobbit in silence.
Occasionally I was interrupted, of course.
Firstly, I had to open the presents. A turquoise pullover, two sizes smaller ( people tend to forget that I actually do grow up while they don’t see me ) with something in its pockets ( please be money, please be money). A bracelet, which is surprisingly pretty. Then of course, some odd smelly candles which I will probably never use.
Then of course, answer all questions.
What grade are you in?
Do you have a boyfriend yet?
Oh, you play the piano? Sing us something.
How is high school?
Are you the first one in your class?
After everyone ate enough ( do you notice how relatives always seem to be getting fatter every time you see them?)
they started singing karaoke. And not any song. Andrea fucking Bocelli.
At least, the cherry pie was delicious.