Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Cool off Buzznet! :P


ps: this is more for me :)
pps: I can't remember which photos belong to Kretz and which to me... but, anyway :)

Photo-journal type. It has been a great day and this is the result. Laura and Kretz - the story.
It is made as a joke, so take it as such :)
(And here's one more)

Only one freaking week left. Seven days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes (If I did the calculations correctly). I'm slowly freaking out.
Aaaanyway, so, guess what I did? :D

I've read the 3 books in the Twilight series, in 3 days, reading non-stop. When I should have been studying. But it was worth it. Although, I'm ashamed to say that I got  them through illegal methods. Even if I had the money to buy the actual books, they are  not available here :( So I went on the net and found them, ready to be downloaded. Bad, I know, but someone out there has to give me a break. I'm settled to order the last one of the series, from the US, even if it'll cost me my life. Probably. But I'm just dying. Of course, I have my side already picked : if she doesn't end up with Edward in the end, if she doesn't get to be a vampire, there's no justice in the world!

And before that, I graduated! I feel so... grown up saying that. It sucks. But at least the whole ceremony thing was pretty cool. I got to see the one guy in the entire school (maybe even in the entire world... I'm pretty infatuated :P) that could actually make me skip a heart beat. I said that I would go and tell him, something. Cause the chances of ever seeing him again are next to zero, but I don't have the guts to do it. Lame. But anyway. Here's  a photo I like :)

Then we got to sign those year books and all. That sucked. Mostly cause I don't like my class mates. And they clearly don't like me. I'm pretty sad about that, cause it could've been different. But I'm never the one to compromise. That's not true, but still.

And before that I got to -finally- read Looking for Alaska. This time very legally :P I have some things to say, regarding that. Firstly, mister Green, yes, Romanian  is a language :P  Secondly, Lara Buterskaya is definitely not a Romanian name. At all. Thirdly, we do not have any problem whatsoever with the soft 'i's. What we do have a problem with is the 'th' group, as in saying 'zis' instead of 'this'. Just letting you know. And I don't like characters like Alaska. I've encountered just one more specimen like that, in a book, before her, and I don't like it. Makes me irritable. The mysterious girl, always drawing you in, but never letting you see enough. Anyway, that's just me. Other than that, you rule Mr. Green!

Oh, and befooore that, we went to prom. It sucked. Again, the class mates thing. If I were to label them, then I have the biggest problem with the prom queens and the popular girls. The so-called jocks don't bother me. I -and, in consequence my three best friends- am more like the loner/geek/betterleavmealoneorI'llpunchyou! type. So you can get the picture. But I was with my friends, so it didn't matter. Plus, I was allowed to wear a blouse and a pair of pants. Ha!

 

And that's it!
I'm off. I would highly appreciate it if you could tell me what are you up to, how have you been etc. :P Two more weeks and all this will end! *I'm shouting at the top of my lungs*
So, see ya! :D

 


    Well the thing is, I have these annoying exams in July, final exams, after which I can declare myself a graduate and get a diploma and all and I have to really prepare myself for them.
    This isn't a long journal, where I tell you how much this breaks my hearts, but it's necessary, it's rather a short one, where I just tell you that I'm off. I need to learn 4 years worth of information in about 30 days, so yeah. I'm probably gonna fail at keeping myself away from buzznet, so maybe in the weekends I'll allow myself some quality time here, but other that that...
    Take care, y'all! :)))

    ps: I'll be watching you :P

    After looking through some photos and after trying to photo manipulate them (cause photoshop sounds so mundane), I decided to do this: (yes, posting photos in a journal is much better than posting them separately)

    And I think you all know Kretz by now :P

    When I'm walking down the streets, whether I'm going home, to school, or somewhere else... I have my headphones on, like any normal person. There's always this really loved song that screams in my ears, making me walk along the beat, bang my head a little or even hum along. And then there's always the same thing: me imagining I'm in a video, for the respective song. You know the type that shows this girl/s or boy/s walking along, being all happy and minding their business and the song playing their life away...I hate those videos, they're too slow, too static, even if the person walks, I feel that there's nothing happening.... But I still imagine that I'm that girl. And I immediately feel better.

    I don't know if this has a point or not, but right now I'm pretty much as happy as I could get today, it has been a good day. One of those days when you wake up with anticipation  pumping your blood, a slight amount of hope taking hold of you and just making you smile...for no reason. And then these good things happen to you. And then some more. And even if there's this one little thing that went wrong, you're still smiling and banging your head to the song, showing the camera your good side, so the video will be just great.

    So, I wish you a great day, full of happiness and laughter.
    And even if it's not, that shouldn't stop you from hugging someone :P

5 songs that I fell in love with the FIRST time I heard

I got tagged by deacyedapple :)

List 5 songs that you've fallen in love with the FIRST time you heard like, the first minute of it....


1. Duffy - Mercy
2. Regina Spektor - Hotel Song
3. Fall Out Boy - Beat it
4. Slipknot - Vermilion
5. Wolfmother - Woman


Let's, see.... I tag  ilovcris, larz776, woohoo23, anrathebadangel, panikaha
PS: Sorry if you've been tagged before :)

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Okay, I know that making fun of people is bad... but spare me, I had an awful day. Plus, you can't resist laughing your ass off. Sorry if you've seen these before... And sorry if it seems rude or anything...

   
    With a flash of bright light, coming from his now broken headlights, Steve regained conscience. His life appeared before his eye. Before being able to think about what he saw, a sharp pain reminded him of what happened. He tried to move his legs, but couldn't. "The radio", he thought and then tried to get the right frequency, enduring hundreds of knives piercing his body all at once.

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   "Goddam speeders!" Ricky cursed under her breath, while chasing a Ford Mondeo way over the speed limit. "One night of piece and quiet, that's all I ask for."

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    "Come on, ladies, let's see some ID!" she demanded.
    "Oh, let it go, Ricky, we weren't speeding that much." Jason Stuart begged his long time friend and ex girlfriend.
    "Listen, when I'm wearing the uniform,when you see me behind the freaking police car, then I'm not Ricky, I'm the officer who's gonna give you a ticket. Got it?"
    "Yes, Ma'am!" Jason laughed.
    "ID! Now!" Ricky had little patience left.
    "Jesus, woman, you pissed or what? we were just having a few laughs here." Jason's friend added, from the other seat.
    "You do realize that I could arrest you for disobeying an officer?"
    "Calm down." Jason said, serious all of the sudden. "Here's my ID, please excuse my friend here.... Just, give me my ticket and we're done here." He always new when to stop.

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    "Hello?! Hello!" Steve tried yet again, sending prayers to whoever may listen.

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    "Ugh, darn him..." Ricky cursed, getting into her car, somewhat proud of her second ticket in her career.
    "Hello?! Hello!" she heard from her station.
    "What the...." she grabbed hold of the station as quickly as she could. "yeah, hello? Who is this?"
    "Oh, thank God! Thank you!" she heard again.
    "Who is this?"
    "I'm Steve, Steven Branning. I'm... I'm afraid I'm stuck and can't free myself. You see, the whole situation is a bit messy and..."
    "And listen, Steve, Steven, whatever, how did you came across the police frequency?"
    Silence.
    "Is this a joke?" she asked again.
    "This is the police?" Steve wondered, unbelieving the sheer dumb luck he had.
    "Yeah. The police frequency, I'm an officer....so?"
    "Oh, Dear Lord, you do exist!" Steve was so happy, he practically laughed but stopped himself, not wanting to hurt even more, but thankful for the twist of luck. "Officer, let me explain. I was driving home, a goat I believe, jumped in front of my car, I tried to avoid it, but unfortunately I nearly killed myself."
    Pause.
    "I sort of jumped off a cliff. My car is hanging in a tree, and if I look down, all I see is emptiness.  I can't feel my legs, I can't move on bit, cause the steering wheel is pressing on me. I believe that I'm lucky to be alive..."
    Silence.
    "You're serious?" Ricky was unbelievable, her mouth dry. "Oh, God. Are you hurt, elsewhere I mean?"
    "Besides my legs? I think my stomach is punctured, There's blood on my shirt, I can feel something sticking me and it hurts. I'm having a very difficult time breathing as well."
    "Jesus Christ!" Ricky couldn't believe her ears. It was her second month in the force and she never thought that anything like this could happen to her.
     "Where are you?" she asked quickly. "I'll send over an ambulance ASAP and then I'll come to you myself. Where are you?" she asked again, while getting her car ready for the drive.
    Steve gave her some indications, hoping that she could find her way and not miss him.
    "How come you came across the police frequency? Why not the ambulances' ?"
    "I don't know. I just tried my luck and... " A growl came from the station, followed by some mumbling and whining.
    "Listen, Steve, an ambulance is on its way as we speak. But I want you to keep talking to me, so you can stay conscious, okay?" Ricky was now worried. If the man was so wounded, the ambulance might be too late.

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    "Hey, Freida! Ricky just got an SOS call from a guy, who's in a car, on a tree, on a cliff. She needs assistance right away!" the operator told her colleague after hearing from Ricky. "We have to hurry!"

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    "You're still with me, Steve?" Ricky asked again.
    "Yeah... it just hurts... a lot. I'm here"
    "And so am I. But I need you to keep talking. Tell me about yourself, that always helps."
    "About myself?"
    "Yeah... like who you are, where you're from.... Got any kids?"
    "Hmph, I wish!"
    "Well, then, why don't you?" Ricky was all of the sudden curious.

---

    Back on the very edge of Route 602 in North Conway, New Hampshire, on the tree visible for miles, a red Mini Cooper was resting its tired wheels, half on the branches, half leaning downhill. Its lights were still on and the driver was leaning towards the dashboard and talking.
    Steven Branning was holding on the station for dear life, telling the story of his life to a stranger, who was the only one able to help him out of this mess. If it would've happened two weeks ago, he would've been more that happy to just sit there until the car would've gone down hill by itself, or even juggle it a bit, to speed things up. He was never the patient one.
    But things changed. His mind decided to stay sane, his heart decided to heal, his scars vanished and he started, little by little, to embrace life again. And just when things were finally back on track, tragedy hit him in the face, in the form of an accident.

---

    Ricky was getting worried and impatient.
    "I'm your average guy." Steve started. "IT passionated, engineer, basketball amateur, Jordan fan, thirty something bachelor."
    "You're not from here?"
    "Nope. Born and raised in Chicago. I... " Steve was hesitating, he never was the type to confide in strangers, but then again what type was he? Reluctant, he continued. "I ended up here by will of heart. I met her at College and followed her here, blinded y love, and decided to stay, for her sake, and start a life together."
    "I can tell from your tone that it turned out pretty bad..." Ricky winced, foreseeing the rest of the story.
    "Pretty bad?!" Steve was outraged. pretty bad was too little to describe the way he felt, it wasn't doing him justice. But he calmed down... She had no way of knowing, it wasn't her fault.
    "It was worse. worse than you can imagine." He finally said.
    "I doubt it." Ricky replied, her mind wandering back in the days when Jason Stuart meant something more than just another son of a gun.
    Steve laughed.
    Bad idea. His stomach hurt so much, all of his body was shaking, everything soon started being unbearable, and in the end, his laughter outburst turned into frantic crying.
    "You okay?" Ricky panicked.
    When there was no answer, she tried the ambulance again.It was on its way. It was hurrying. "Not fast enough" Ricky thought.

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    Laughing was a bad idea, indeed. The worst he could've had. His abdomen hurt so much, he felt his guts tighten and then loosen and then tighten again, hurting all the way. He was moving, shaking in every direction, as if to stop the pain, but only made it worse.
    The moonlight shone on him for a few seconds, but just enough for Steve to see what was really happening. A piece of his side window was now sticking out of his body, piercing either side of his stomach, shining triumphant in the moonlight. It was enough for him to realize the bitter end.

---

    Ricky realized something herself: that she was genuinely worried about someone else other than herself, for a change, that was new. especially considering her last few months.
    "Steve, please, for the love of God, answer me!" Why did she invoke God, what did God had to do with this? It's not as if she was religious...
    The silence made it harder by every second that passed. she felt herself loosing hope, she felt the weight of her worry pushing down on her, she couldn't take the pressure, the waiting. Finally, after what seemed like forever, some scuffing sounds came from the station, then a few growls, noises made by an animal in pain. After a few moments Steve's voice came through.
    "I'm fine... For now, I guess. I just hope the ambulance is close." He managed.
    "What happened?" she quickly asked.
    "Well, let's just say that I'm seeing my situation from a different view..."
    "Oh... Bad?" She hoped not.
    "Yep!" An evil smile played on his lips as he answered.

---

    For a couple of minutes, Steve kept talking to Ricky, continuing his story, spicing it up with his darkest secrets, things he never told anyone, feelings he never shared, fears he never admitted, hopes he never dared to have and dreams e never tried to achieve. meanwhile, Ricky was getting impatient... She should have been there by now, she hadn't been far in the first place, why was she not there? Where was he?

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    Steve knew what was going on, he felt it inside of him. He always wondered how can people sense when the time has come, how can they tell... Now he knew. There was no logical explanation to it, nothing fantastic or scientific. He just knew.
    Suddenly, the car moved, leaning forward, closing in the distance between him and imminent death. The harsh wind that was blowing didn't help much, nor did the weak branches. From the moment when he went into radio silence, ending his chat with Ricky, he knew what would happen.
     As the valley beneath him got bigger, closer, Steve sent a prayer to whoever would listen to help him through this, to end it faster and to help him in the afterlife; if this one went bad, he hoped the next would be better...

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    If any innocent bystander would've witnessed the crash of the red Mini Cooper, he would've described it as peaceful.
    As officer Ricky Blunt would later testify, the tragedy occurred a couple of minutes after her communication with the victim  abruptly ended, and a few seconds before she managed to get out of the police car, once arrived. According to Officer Blunt, the victim's last words were, and I quote, "I like you", addressed to the officer in cause, with whom he communicated before the tragedy happened. Officer Blunt accuses the ambulance services for the misfortune Steven Branning experienced.

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Note: for the third task in Word Play
         please take in consideration the fact that this is pretty much the first time I've done something like this... I usually don't write like this, it's not my 'style' so if you find anything  inappropriate, please tell me so I can rectify or improve.

   
    I had a blast, the most fun I've had in quite some time...but unfortunately it was the last amusement I will benefit from. This will have to keep me buzzed for at least 4 months...until the craze with my exams ends and all. Anyway, I'll let the photos speak for me, I think they can do a better job, I'm too tired now :))










If you ended up here, then you actually saw all the freaking photos, or even skimmed through...so I thank you for that. I realize now that there are too many of them :)) Sorry about that. And, yeah, I couldn't keep away from the flower photos :P

    A journal dedicated to eyes. Eyes of my friends...and one of mine. They're so intriguing and changeable and interesting...A simple eye can tell you more than four pages of writing. A look full of desire, a smile playing in your bright eyes. A wrinkle when you laugh. A storm when you cry or an explosion when you're mad. All of the human emotions can be perfectly read in the eye. To me, the best feature you can posses. I just wish I knew who you are, so I can see your eyes.

    Thank you, mom and dad, for being ever so kind and bringing us Haribo's so that I can do this with them :D

Journal taken from Jenna (anamericangod), but I do believe the whole thing started from Lara (laranatalie)

My mom has these little things hanging on/around her plants, to 'add a touch of beauty', she says. I just altered the colors...but, anyway, Happy easter to you all! :)

I sometimes have this sudden urge to play with my photos. And sometimes I have this urge to multi-expose them :D

For the circus!
My mom raised a brow,or too when I wanted to go.
So, I went to the circus...
Not that it's that much of a deal.
But I had a blast. And I want to share that special feeling here, I now feel very pleased and recharged and...great!
My mom took us, I enjoyed it so much, kinda forgot how it was...since the last time I went was like...10 years ago... The clowns rule, the lions stole the whole show, but my personal favorite was the acrobatic act, featuring the song 'Roxanne' from Moulin Rouge :) But there was one illusionist that was so lame, I felt insulted!

We weren't allowed to take photos, but my mom kept an eye on the staff so I managed to steal a few shots :D
Here are some pre-show photos, cause I like how they turned out... (my sisters' friend)






And from the show...please note that it's a small circus... and poor quality... these are just photos of the ballet dancers, the clowns, presenter, I couldn't get any good ones of the lions or anything :(









All in all I had an incredible day and I hope yours will be too (or was)! :)

    So, I recently discovered that there are a lot of flowers in my house, living room more specific...hmm, they were all pretty and stuff, I couldn't resist :P so I decided to take some photos before they fade away.