Or maybe it was the tea.
I bought it pretty randomly. Just walked pass the tea section in a supermarket and noticed this pure&healthy&estonian sign thing and decided to buy it. There were 3 options: tea that gives you energy, tea that makes you sleep and tea that makes you digest better. Guess which one I picked?
Let me give you a little inside peek of what went on in my head:
Stella: Tea that makes you sleep? Come on...I sleep all the time. Actually I don't...I never get to sleep 'cause I don't have enough time. Last night I slept 2 hours and 15minutes. But....I don't wanna be sleepier than I already am...I'll pass out before I get to do my homework.
Stella: Tea that gives you energy? What is that? Like marijuana leaves or something? Creepy. What if I get an heartattack. I'd be lying on the floor, tea all over the carpet and some weird drugleaves on my face and in my hair. Omg...I don't even want to think about it. Or maybe I'll be so energetic that I'll do TOO much homework and teachers get a false impression of me and give me extra homework next time! It's like a nightmare....this tea is scarier than mental images of naked Hasselhoff.
Shopworker:%�?##### you idiot, will you EVER move. Come on it's TEA...what's there to think about?? Effin TEA!
Stella: Hmm...tea that helps you digest. Wow...does it mean I'll lose like 10 pounds in one week and I can eat grilled chicken after 2am every night because of my super fast digestion system?
Ok! That's what I'll pick!
Shopworker: ???
Yep, I chose tea that helps you digest. It tastes better than I thought. Really nice taste indeed. I like it. Reminds me of stuff...childhood and...
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Did my grandmother made me digestion teas? Did she think I was a fat kid? ...
I wont pick up the next time she calls. Or I'll cough really hard and say I'm Fidel Castro and she dialed wrong.
My teacher told in the class today that he had seen how Castro fell on all fours in a press converence this week. He is so old and weak.
Well, maybe he found something on the floor. Like seriously. Everybody's like "ah-ah-ah, he fell!" and the old man is actually thinking " you dumbasses, 50 pesos!!!"
Today I had to make an interview with a boyband in Estonia. Well, I was at the right place at the right time. I called them. And the lead-singer told me: Nah....I think...I won't come to Tallinn today...I'm thinking...I'm thinking...saturday maybe?
I'm thinking, I'm thinking, it's the third time you postpone it. I missed my history exam classes because of you today. Anyway, nevermind. Saturday it is. The first time it had to be saturday too. Omg, it's faith!
I'm depressed tonight. Not a big surprise, but kinda gets in the way if you wanna have a normal life and stuff.
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I should be doing my german homework, BUT...instead I thought I'd share a few thoughts.
What if...I would be schizophrenic. I could have many many different personalities, many many different me's. I could send one to school, the other one to cinema...etc.
Kinda reminds me of mr. X. Not being schizophrenic XD I mean that....he used to say: Ok, let's meet tomorrow at 21.
I was like, okay, cool, sure, I'll have time for school, shopping, beauty salon, then I can go to home, take a shower, do my make up blabla. I wanted to see him so bad! I was like smiling all the time...I thought about the things I want to tell him...and what I want to do with him and how much I care for him.
So...the whole day I did my stuff and when I finally got ready and took the taxi, mr.X smsed me: Sorry, lets make it 22.
I was like...okay, it's completely ok...I understand. So I went to a friends' place or smth like that. So...I took another cab before 22. And mr. X smsed me again: Hey...I can't tonight...
I was like...mmm....okay...:(
And he did it the next day too, and the day after that. And when I finally saw him...I was a completely different person. I met him...I was kinda cold....I didn't want to show my affection anymore. So..after that I thought...blah...when he keeps fucking me like that, he'll get to spend time with a completely different me.
And then I wished I could have sent a better Me to meet him. And a lousier one to get fucked by him with sms's and promises that he didn't keep.
I've thought about this a lot...how I can change when people screw me many times. Then I become someone that I am not.
I regret later...that I didn't show who I really am. But seriously, would they even apprecciate it?
With Every Heartbeat - Andreas Kleerup With Robyn
I tried to open a can of apricots the other day.
I started doing it with the can opener...I don't know...the damn thing got stuck or something.
I remember I used to open all sorts of cans with it...but I'm blonde, so who knows what I've or what I haven't done. Anyway, it got stuck and I kept pushing it...and suddenly I was completely covered with apricot juice. When I walked then my socks were like *squirt squirt*.
I had apricot juice in my hair and my cleavage smelled like apricot factory (has anyone ever seen or heard about one?)
It happened some weeks ago, but I still tend to find apricots in the kitchen. Like behind the stove and stuff.
I'd love to have a special can-opener-man in my kitchen. Preferably sexy & italian. :D
Mmm...I think I have to devote a whole post to vodka. Yes, I'll do it sometime soon.
I listened to Nirvana's "My Girl"last night long. Couldn't sleep. It's such a good song. I'd change the word "girl" to "boy" though.
My boy, my boy don't lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
...the emotion in it is super.
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