Ultima săptămână de bac şi pe bune dacă realizez asta...
E dimineaţă; totul e chill. Ascult muzică lounge, beau cafeaua şi aştept să mi se usuce unghiile. Partea proastă este că trebuie să mă păcălesc cumva că trebuie să fac ceva variante, să repet, pentru că mâine nu mai am cum şi tot aşa...
Oricât aş încerca să nu mă gândesc, parcă totuşi mai tare o fac. Vreau la mare. Vreau Cafe del Mar. Vreau să fiu fericită, să nu mai fie lumea rea. Vreau să uit de toate pe o plajă, să simt soarele de dimineaţă şi nisipul....uuhhhh!!!!! Mai e puţin şi-o fac şi pe asta. Pentru moment însă, ma retrag la al meu iubit prieten Fermat. Tocmai mi-a trimis mesaj spunându-mi că are planuri mari pentru azi. Mai pe seară mă văd şi cu Lagrange, Bezout, Cauche...can't wait!!!
ceee sooomn îmi este!!! de la 6 m-am trezit, pentru că la 5 nu am cedat invitaţiei de a mă ridica din pat,cu scopul de a mai trage de timp şi a mai (cum zice Denis) începe acţiunea "îngrăşatul porcului". Mâine este fericirea a III-a, proba română scris, şi dacă până acum plecam fără emoţii de la liceu, de mâine, pentru o săptămână intrăm la 220 W...gen.
S-o spun pe moldoveneşte: îmi chică ochii-n gurâ di somn:)) şi parcă nici nici cafea, cât de tare ar fi, nu mă ademeneşte. Aş putea încerca expresso de la starbucks care-ţi pune inima pe pause. Aş putea, dar nu am unde... Partea şi mai genială e ca nici natura nu mă vrea fresh. E o vremeeeeee...de făcut copii (la xerox). În speranţa că vor trece toate examenele cu bine, abia aştept marea....uff!!!!!
ultima săptămână de şcoală, de liceu...cannot believe this. Partea proastă este că nu mă simt nici măcar ca atare...În toţi aceşti patru ani, au fost zile când mi-am dorit să se termine odată, să încheiem balamucu', dar tot la fel, deseori, în liniştea ciudată din fiecare seară, realizam de fapt că realitatea este alta. în fine... chiar dacă sunt obosită, trebuie să-mi ridic moralul, pentru că numai aşa voi putea trăi frumos şi intens aceste ultimele clipe...urmează şi the prom night, care evident, presimt că va fi un fel de fashion show sau mai curând, o amestecătură de genuri, stiluri şi nu, numai... Ultima oră de dirigenţie va fi faină, şi ea, ultima strigare de catalog a clasei Xii mie d., etc etc.
O altă chestie e că vreau nu am putut trece nepăsătoare peste un site, motiv pentru care am zis să vi-l vând ca pont...
Este vorba despre Coco's tea party. Cred că (pentru că nu l-am bibilit pe toate părţile,..încă) are dacă te găseşti cumva indecis/ă în privinţa ţoalelor. În plus ce mi-a mai plăcut până acum ar fi...imaginea (too true to be light) şi vorba Anjelicăi...
"Nobody ever falls in love with you when you look great. It's a rule. The real ones love you when you are you." - Anjelica Huston
Se scutura din salcami o ploaie de miresme. Bunicul sta pe prispa. Se gandeste. La ce se gandeste? La nimic. Innumara florile care cad. Se uita-n fundul gradinii. Se scarpina-n cap. Iar innumara florile scuturate de adiere. Pletele lui albe si crete parca sunt niste ciorchini de flori albe; sprancenele mustatile barba... peste toate au nins anii multi si grei. Numai ochii bunicului au ramas ca odinioara: blanzi si mangaietori. ("Bunicul"-Barbu Ștefănescu Delavrancea)
Cred ca daca zi de zi am viziona clipul urmator, lumea ar putea deveni mai buna, intr-o oarecare masura. Macar cativa dintre noi daca nu toti... Enjoy it!
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 99...
Wear Sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You're not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.Sing. Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you dont know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either your choices are half chance, so are everybody elses. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own... Dance even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time its 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth. But trust me on the sunscreen...
