Saint Nicholas

It was Saint Nicholas 3 days ago. I couldn't write about it then because I was at fest, and I couldn't write about it ond Friday because I was having my "itwasfestyesterday" 19h sleep and I couldn't write about it yesterday but I don't know why. So I'm gonna write about it now.
So, te annual fest was held in the place where I actually come from. My mother's parents lived there untill they moved here, in the place where I live now. I like that fest because I always call my friends on dinner and than we go to dance, only problem is school on following day. I like to host dinners in that house, it reminds me how people used to live, the only thing that is new there is electricity, but only for illumination. It doesn't have TV, nor any heating device, nor phone, nothing, that's why I love it so much. I think people lived better at those days. Firstly they were not as alienated each from another as we are, they knew how to live together without any problems. Nowadays, everyone wants to have his own room, no one is allowed in it and other shit. Also they knew how to appreciate things they have. Today, it's never enough, nothing will ever be enough, no matter what you get you always want some more. My dad once told me about the feeling he would get when someone gave him chocolate and how he would eat it for a whole month. Today, every kid eats at least 2 chocolates a week. That's kind of sad.

Yesterday was another crazy Saturday, this is how I spent it. I taught about going out, but I was too melancholic to do it. I also enjoyed sitting by the fire, I always do. If there is some kind of heat source in room I have to be right next to it. It's funny, but I like it. And than I sit next to it until I feel dizzy from heat. But that's ok, isn't it? Actually my calorifier is blowing in my face right now. Is this even a correct expression? I don't think so, but I don't mind.


 

Another photo I took last night. My velvet  "Christmas time" pants and one of my favorite pantyhose. It's too cold to wear this, but I don't actually mind. I felt good in it yesterday, until I was almost blown away by the wind, but it's OK. I <3 my velvet shorts so I had to show them to you.  Most of the people hate them, but I'm ok with that fact. They are covered with some glittery effect because I like glitter, yes.
 Well, I think that's all.
xoxo.
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 Let's totally do.

Saturday night fever

So, I've decided to go out. I'm getting ready right now.
No, I'm not, fooling myself that I am. Than what am I actually doing? I'm looking into three different dresses with 3 different patterns asking myself what shall I wear? I'm also writing a pointless post, but I don't care. People that are waiting for me might care, but since it's me that I'm talking about they know that coming on time is not possible. Tonight I'm going out with my aunt, it probably sounds weird, but it's not. My aunt is kind of still young and we get on together really good. Also, in my place you don't have many options, and none of my friends is going out. "Snađi se druže" would my grandma say.
I've just realized that I had to be at my aunt's friend house 1 hour ago.
Why am I even delaying this? I'm not so keen on wild Saturday nights this month, and somehow every Saturday night starts normal but ends up wild around 2 a.m. As Ted from HIMYM says "nothing good happens after 2 am."


We will see.
Cheerio.

One problem with blogging.

I like blogging, actually, I like writing but most of the time I'm to lazy to pick up a pen and write, it's easier to type. There is just one problem that bothers me with it. This is a place where I would like to write about things that I can't say to anyone around me, the things I struggle with and fight inside myself. The problem is that there is a theoretical chance that someone might accidentally bump on this and recognize my dotty tablecloth or something. So either I can write about anything that I feel and keep out personal characteristics or I can tell you who I really am, where I'm from and stuff and still be coverd with a mask. I was thinking about it and I'll just write.
Accept my apologies for any mistakes in writing, English is not my first language.
I've noticed that here you have possibility to see nouber of people that visited your blog. My number is currently 10. #lame
But thank you all for visiting it. Special greeting to a visitor from Germany. :)


TGIF
Yes, I've spent mine alone under a lighthouse in my place, listening to various waltzes and eating rabbit food. #fun
Is this the end of the post? I would say so.

Pozz to anyone who sees and reads this.


P.s. Since I've mentioned waltzes, my recommendation:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CShopT9QUzw

Premier

Why blogging? I don't know, I had to write something, somewhere to someone. There is just one tiny problem, there's no one reading it.

Since this is my first post, it's gonna be really simple.
It consist of three things.

1.) What do I see?
I see 3. cigarette that I lit up tonight and endless expanse of dots. Yes, I do love dots, and to be honest, I do love cigaretts.


2.) What do I hear right now?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVjsGKrE6E8

And it really isn't summertime, but I'm feeling it. Sadness, not summertime. :)

3.) Why Perdus Rose?
Because I'm lost, but I'm not a rose. I don't even like roses, but it sounds good with adjective lost. Yes it does. Why on French? Because I love it, sad part is that I don't know to speak it. One day I will learn it, one day I will.

That's all folks.