I was on the bus the other day and I burst into laughter (it always happens when I'm alone and in a crowded place and everybody else is quiet). I remember how when M came back from her trip in August, then the first day we got together, we went to Harju Hill to sit and chat.
M gave me some beautiful stuff she had brought me (including a book "La Bella Figura", about what I intend to blog someday) and then she said: Damn, I really need a drink. And she took a vodka bottle out of her purse and chug-a-lugged it down pure. I did the same & admitted I can't feel the taste of vodka at all anymore, it's like...water. Seriously, it doesn't burn my throat or nothing like that.
We continued chatting and suddenly we see this guy about 200 metres from us, kneeling on a sloaping hillside and taking pictures of us.
I looked behind to see if there was anything interesting but no...only the wall of a house. So he really really was zooming on us!
We raised our tired eyes and looked at eachother. Then M said: who cares. And I nodded.
The creep continued taking pics and we continued passing the vodka. 2 blondes at midday, drinking pure vodka. What is there to photograph?!
Later M said that one day we'll probably find ourselves on someone's blog and everybody's commenting us.
When they guy left then I eyed him and said to myself - if he looks back then he was really here because of us...and guess what. Just before going down the stairs, he looked straight into my babyblues. There you go. I hope he got nice pics and I hope he knows how to photoshop. :)
It's -insert day of the week-
I found this weird little poem thing that i had wrote ages ago.
She told me she likes it when bassline almos hurts her ears through the plugs
She told me she likes it when her clothes are so small it feels like constant snugs
She told me she likes it when music makes the floor of her kitchen move
She told me she likes it when pure grass makes her body groove
She told me she likes it when her eyes become so blurry there's nothing she sees
She told me she likes it when she's no drunk she cant feel when she pees
She told me she likes it when she forgets everything and
She told me she likes it when its only her plus the band
She told me she likes it when its warm outside during the night
She told me she likes it when she doesnt have to ..but she might
She told me she likes it when its only her in the bed
She told me she likes it when with smoke she is fed
By the way, I went to my childhood friend mother's art exhibition opening the other day. It was called "1001" and what she basically did was embroid 1001 little pillows, each provided with a date and her initials.
They were really beautiful, I've seen her embroid some of them over the years and it was cool to remember seeing her choosing the pearls etc.
I liked the pillow which looked like a penis, and the one that had our former prime ministers' (Juhan Parts') picture on it.
I also stumbled on my relatives and I managed to whine how difficult uni is for me.
I'm studying international relations, so it means I have to sit for hours and hours in politics lectures and so on. The subject itself really interests me, but it also makes me realise how dumb I am. Especially while sitting in the library and trying to read 4 different books on administrative law and thinking what the shit administrative law means.
ps. If you want to listen to something beautiful, then try Scarlett Johanson "Anywhere I Lay My Head" :)
I talked to a boy who designed a watch for himself and I decided to do the same. In 30minutes I designed a watch that the poor designerboy will die making. :)
big version: http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a215/Briccy777/ByStella.jpg
kiss - kiss
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