To watch until the beauty fades

Работата е окей. През повечето време.
Мъжете са като цяло по-забавни от жените. Особено ако са без жените си. Особено ако ти кажат "Искам яке. Избери ми, което да ти хареса." или "Искам костюм. Избери ми нещо, което да ми става." И двете ми се случиха днес.
Понякога пускат хубава музика. Това е хубаво, когато няма много хора и когато си стоял на крак последните три часа и половина. Пускат The Cure по-често, отколкото бих очаквала в такъв магазин. Днес пуснаха и Garbage, което общо взето ме шокира.
Но все пак, всеки момент, когато изляза от сградата, си пускам нещо шумно и цветно, защото имам чувството, че до края на месеца ще имам големи проблеми с цветовата гама на проектите, които правя.
Освен това преди нямах нищо против navy blue (или каквото и да е било синьо, ако става въпрос). Питайте ме края на другата седмица пак.

Сега ще гледам Борат. Нужно ли е да обяснявам защо?

She gave away the secrets of her past

As promised, my 30-day music challenge, all at once, cause I can't be arsed to do it day by day. Also, I stole this idea from Brogan (and you should check her blog from my "meet the gang" list on the right, кво се правите, че не знаете къде е. Пък и тя е пич.)

Day 1: Favourite song (at least lately.)


Day 2: Least favourite song (also, the only reason I lock myself in my flat on July 1st. It's a Bulgarian thing.)



Day 3: A song that makes you happy (the better Friday song)


Day 4: A song that makes you sad (listen to it, just LISTEN to it!)


Day 5: A song that reminds you of someone


Day 6: A song that reminds you of somewhere (those long summers in our country house; also, the film is amazing)


Day 7: A song that reminds you of a certain event (V and me singing it at the Karaoke bar on my 18th birthday, the first of our mint nights.)


Day 8: A song you know all the words to


Day 9: A song you can dance to (no one has actually seen me doing it, but I can, i promise)


Day 10: A song that makes you fall asleep (all of his songs, just by the sheer thought of him)


Day 11: A song from your favourite band (as I stated some time ago, they were part of my emotional education)


Day 12: A song from a band you hate (I don't even know where to begin. I have them more than Justin Bieber, Rebecca Black, Lady Gaga and all chalga singers. I really really do. They make me sick just by seing their posters on the street.)


Day 13: A song that is a guilty pleasure (well, it was a big hit last summer, it was all over the telly...)


Day 14: A song that no one expects you to love (just this one, I promise. And no, I've no idea why.)


Day 15: A song that describes you (and I don't even like U2)


Day 16: A song that you used to love but now hate (I was 12, alright?)


Day 17: A sond that you hear often on the radio (summer '10, last time I listened to the radio was in September)


Day 18: A sond you wish you heard on the radio (not enough of them on Bulgarian radios)


Day 19: A song from your favourite album (a ned band, or not, I fucking love this album)


Day 20: A song that you listen to when you're angry (the intro. on max.)


Day 21: A song that you listen to when you're happy (hard choice, too many of them)


Day 22: A song that you listen to when you're sad (all my love goes to this song, really)


Day 23: A song that you want to play at your wedding (because of the second verse; almost losing to The Feeling - Sewn)


Day 24: A song that you want to play at your funeral (also, I want to be cremated. Someone please remember this. Almost losing to http://youtu.be/C_RwiJLTKzQ )


Day 25: A song that makes you laugh (waaay to easy)


Day 26: A song that you can play on an instrument (the whistling part, haha)


Day 27: A song that you wish you could play (come and think of it, this might be a better response to Day 15)


Day 28: A song that makes you feel guilty (i really have no idea what is this supposed to mean)


Day 29: A song from your childhood


Day 30: Your favourite song from this time last year (i still think about their concert, sometimes)

We would have a fine time living in the night

I don't even know how I found myself in the middle of a conversation about tartan-patterned condoms, teen porn, and incest. But then, I've been in talks about harems, puppy sacrifices, this, and this (both being in the category of things that you - once having seen, can't unsee; also wrong on every possible level).

(After this paragraph I have the nasty feeling my blog will be flagged by the police.)

I was about to say something about my inability to concentrate after it 7 pm and watch a film instead of spend the night talking to people and eat carrots on the webcam. Also, now that I have free time on my hands, I should start working on the medical centre but this is yet another thing in a progress. All of my thoughts evaporated when I realised my mobile was ringing but it was too late to pick it up. Such stuff happen when you've put on your big headphones, trying not to disturb your studying flatmates with loud music. Oh well.

To the centre of all life's desires

Последната седмица в едно-единствено събитите - гала вечерта на студентското филмово общество, която ми вдъхна надежда за следващата година, изпълнена с най-различни предизвикателства.
И други неща се случват около това, други срещи и други хора, други съобщения и разговори, но тази единствена вечер ми определя какво ще ме чака тук есента.

А сега класически Хичкок и други покрай него, позната музика и наваксване с римуването на време.

No life underground

Let's dance to Joy Division радостна към фото студиото и самият Ian Curtis - бясна към вкъщи, няма ги снимките, няма ги, искам ги. 12 снимки липсват и то хубави и весели. Вече никакви евтини ленти на непознати апарати.
И в този ред на мисли, някой да се нуждае от чисто нов Olympus?

PS. Като гледам как са се запотресли всички останали, аз като че ли изобщо няма да заминавам на 4,258 км оттук, а отивам на почивка в Странджа. "15000 куфара пълни и всичките гардероби празни", друг път, мерси.