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- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:teacoffeework
- Music:Mr Scruff
Concluding week at the job, tired but merry with expectations kinda week. Tieing loose end week. Merry, merry, merry, so much good is waiting for me, Im so much better than last year.
"What else can I do-- coz I'm jsut like you."
xx
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:merry+green-leamon tea
- Music:RHCP
A cup of instant coffee ain enough anymore. Let's hope dark chocolates and peanutbutter toast will work the miracle while kids have been put to watch a cartoon in the morning for 1/2 hour.
Don't get me wrong, I happy. Just freakin' COFFEE!!!
So after, strangely enough, 2 news updates in one between-the-pieces interval, I am already checking e-mails and actually buttering my toasts myself; the brain begins to steam up and generate plans for the day... There should always be compiled a list of benefitial things to head into if kids start getting on by themselves...
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:coff... actually MORNING now!
- Music:Brighter Morning on Classic FM
It is not the same it used to be. Drastic measures were required.
Ze End.
"...this is a short porn..."
WAAAT!!!!????
"a short ONE"
"...does honey make you excited or come..."
EEEHHHH!!???
"excited or CALM?"
"...oh beaver!.."
HUH?
"oh BOTHER"
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:coffee
- Music:Opium Tea
Stroke of genius.
Exquisite. =b
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:Peanut butter n coffee n rain
- Music:Thin Lizzie
Together they are gonna create an explsion to end the whole of the space-time continium...
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:dinner dinner!
- Music:Classic FM Jazz
"-mm, rails. Go on, do some chin-ups!
-no. Im not Nick. I'm better. I don't have to show off! * Hm!!!"
Boys are silly. One is just as bad as another!!
* that was hungry tired Cecil being jokingly cocky, no offence, Barny!!
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:coffee
- Music:De Phazz
At the start of my previous academic year my Mom, bored stretched on the deck of a yacht near the Geek coast, called me up at what turned out to be the ungodly by Freshers' Week's standarts 9am, demanded attention and, having receved no appreciation, effortlessly uttered:
"Sleep is for the weak. Mornings are be-a-u-ti-ful!".
For another couple of months I had this written on my mirror.
Looking at my boyfriend now, with his well-paid(!!!) interesting(!!!) internship after the first year (shock-horror!!!), and all his super-human super-man aspirations to cycle 15 miles every day, study 1st-class kinda hard, train for rugby and cricket several evenings a week, join kick-boxing club and learn Chinese at home with me, I just can't help thinking:
You are just silly, Joseph Smith. Should have ran the second you saw something like that written on girl's wall!!! See where it got
you now!..
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:coffee!!!
- Music:De Phazz
"The police walked in for jimmy jazz
I said, he aint here, but he sure went past"
Priehala i uehala. I nikto ne zametil. Vot i horosho.*
Potomuchto poslezavtra rovno 3 goda kak ya bezvilazno zivu v Anglii i god za godom vozvrasheniya stanovyatsy vse bolshe posesheniyami.
Ya ne ponimau povedenie ludey i govoru neukluzimi frazami, tak chto menya prohozie sprashivausie vremya nachinaut tutze prezirat, tak chto ne hochetsya i voobrazat kakie bi viviodi sdelali is menya bivshie druzya--* Vot i horosho.
(Priehala bolnaya i na lekarstvah u kotorih vseh kak odin pobochny effekt "utomlyaemost" i "sputannost soznaniya"-- is ludey esli kogo i posetila i togo ne pomnu. )
A iz veshey vdohnovlyaushih na povtornie posesheniya: Mamin sad, gde vse RASTET; i poseshenie Terassi, gde, esli priyti vecherom i ne v disaynerskom obsluzivaut kak dermo, vid i muzika vse ravno togo stoyat.
A posle Rossii bil Devon i roditeli Joe. Mi s Joe v Londone i na polnocennih rabotah i ne znali chto seychas leto...
Do Devona 5 chasov na poezde. Ya i zabili chto v Anglii bivaut takie rasstoyaniya...
Zagadka mesyaca (!!!) :
Bilo li eto ozero v Rossii holodnee morya v Devone???
Ninau.
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:coffee
- Music:The Clash.
Toddlz is gaining critical mass; about to turn 3 years old!..
And Joe fully understands the consequences...
We have a Happy:
- Location:Watford, London
- Mood:happycat
- Music:Classic FM Jazz
Because this is how I like them.
So that I can look at them all the time, without having to change background as I change my dress--3 times a day.
*Linguini with cheddar, sweetcorn, olive oil and black pepper*
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:lunchtime of a busy day
- Music:Adel "19"
"Bang, where am I, what am I...?
Synthetical clicks of Architecture In Helsinki "One Heavy February", laptop, 11:11 on the clock, 4 laconic sticks, coffee steaming in a white square cup with a rose, to the right some silly papers from Warwick, to the left some silly papers to Dad's bank...
Was ist das??
This is me from 7am onwards, having turned off the brain, diligently in a role of a good kiddy: seeing off Daddy, breakfasting with an elderly neighbour, getting orders from my own Gran;
but when for the forth time in a row a very important password didn't get accepted, it got to me: whattheballs! time to wake up, to get along with the modern world--to begin with, in a shape of my laptop--I'll need a different character.
And what is happening here?.. A lot of light and a lot of white, a quite bubble with an audible, undeniable city noises just beyond the walls--a morning of a busy day..."
4-7-07
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Mood:morning gloom
- Music:Beck
The topical issue is that I haven't seen my family for so long I'm beginning to give my dear boyfriend hell, just for a stupid missed phonecall. It's my price for education and success. Mine and my parents'.
I, in all my humanities glory and might, have no words for it. Everyone needs a family; everyone knows how it feels.
And as always, Nick saves the day, gingerly and easily. Him and Joe is probably the closest to a family I have in this country. Such a very young family, all full of new starts and aspiration, prospectives and success.
Days like this make me feel that the best thing I've done this year, my greatest achievement are Joe and Nick.
With an infinate love and respect for these two brainy lovely ones,
xx
Anna.
- Location:Beckenham, London
- Music:Adel "19"
I am way too cool for sad ones and way too clever and demanding for easy ones.
I am never heartbroken, just constantly perplexed. No tears--I just go into my blankness and stare at the corner thinking "WTF!??!!".
Oh well, what do you want, no one sad that taking over the world would be easy=))
"Bang-bang, I get mine!.."
xx
Anna.
- Location:Uni. of Warwick
- Mood:
blank - Music:Iggy Pop (The Best OF)
Kogda ya begala po etazam ugovarivaya oba fakulteta (English and German) pozvolit mne delat eto kurs v sleduushem godu i pisala Shapiro vdohnovlennie lichnie pisma s toy ze cel'u, menya, kak i ostalnih 14 vibrannih studentov motivirovala tyaga k neimovernomu intellektu i erudicii professora kotoroy on srazil nas v techennii 4-nedelnogo kursa lekciy v samom nachale goda; plus samo sumashestvie nazvaniya etogo kursa; plus sam fakt chto po pravilam Universiteta mne delat ego nikto pozvolit ne mog (specifika moey stepeni) tak chto begat i bitsy pyatkoy v grud' sounded like fun!
Edinstvennoe (edinstvennoe!!!) o chem ya ne dumala sovsem, proshitivaya polzu i vozmoznosti kursa, eto moya sobstvennaya real-life on/off depressiya.
Tee-hee.
Indeed.
Oh well:
Buddhism is an answer to my depression-
-i depressiya u menya pod kolpakom. Chtenie depressivnih knizek menya ne poportit, hotya Joe paronaichno uze uveren chto
prichina moich redkih unhappy eto tochno moi knizki. Oh well. Chto eshe zdat ot matematika...=))
PS: Zeltyaya knizka napisana samim Shapiro. Narcisissm?=))
- Location:Uni. of Warwick
- Mood:workaholic
Russian Speaking Society sobiraetsy pod statuey ryadom s angarom gde nashi engineri sobiraut svoi bolidi, upivaetsy i ukurivaetsy pod BG.
Horoshee zanyatie. Dlya piushih i kuryashih.
A ya prosnulas vchera utrom i ponyala chto razmahi svoey letney depressii ya kontroliruu sama; chto boyfriend'a net ryadom potomuchto on bil izgnan za bezdelie i valindanie rugby-trenirovok i u menya dostatochno moralnoy moshi i chtobi zastavit ego delat vse kak nado i chtobi ego brosit, to-est v lubom sluchae viyti pobeditelem; chto solnce svetit ochen yarko, a u menya matovaya zelenaya ten'. A ya prospala vsu noch pod BG, luchshe chem za ves posledny mesyac, prosnulas i blazenno raspevala vsluh i gromko svoi lubimie russkie pesni v teni kitayskogo klena za moim oknom.
Ya russkaya i russkoy tut vsegda i ostanus, i eto ne nedostatok moego akcenta, eto preimushestvo moego vnutrennego soderzaniya, ya vsegda budu dlya nih osobennoy i nemnogo zagadochnoy. Ya vsegda pomnu o svoey "russkosti", tak ze kak Nick vsegda pomnit o tom chto on iz London'a, a Joe pomnit chto on iz Devon'a i eto ih razlichaet drug ot druga, no globalizaciya i tolerantnost v ezednevnoy zizni nas uravnivaet i predotvrashaet treniya. No ya pereodicheski vitaskivau svoe russkoe proishozdenie iz rukava kogda mne nuzno chtoto moshnoe, vnushitelnoe, ugrozaushee i iskluchitelno moe chtobi operetsy. Kogda buddhistskoe terpenie i unosheskaya energiya sdaut oboroti i nuzna dolya russkoy temperamentnoy moshi i zagadochnogo russkogo vdohnoveniya chtobi vistoyat na svoem.
Eto kartini Kandinskogo u mneya na stenah, eto moy russky-narodny zeleny shelkovy sarofan, eto BG--manifestativno i vsluh.
PS: Kak virazit chto est zizn?
Est ochen dlinny spisok...
Odna iz strochek v nem: eto vstupitelny rif iz "Mne Bilo bi Legch Pet' ".
- Location:Uni. of Warwick
- Mood:workaholic
- Music:Elektrichesky Pes+Men Bilo bi Legche Pet'
Nick being depressed over a girl he didn't get and has to wait a whole summer to try again, and Joe plainly lazing himself into misery.
The other night arguing with Joe over again over and over the same issues of his, did me in so much I was forced out of bed far beyond godly 1am. And I was in a state bad enough so that I was absolutely certainly commited to break my rock solid oath never to smoke dope again, taken up years ago after a death of one of my close friends. So I phoned my Herbsman, he told pointed me towards a friend of mine who has just recently bought some off him for a night by the river. I phoned again and arranged to meet them, because a cover-phrase "boyfriend issues" is always good enough. Especially with protective male friends.
Luckily enough on the way out I bumped into Nick nocturning with Spathes, they tailed along and gradually chatted me out of the worst misery, without knowing it saving me my healt, physical and moral.
So it's a happy union, where when one of them does me in another inevitably will do me out.
And I just sit at the same table afternoon by afternoon, staring over my cup of tea and a book at them both, wondering what new genius method to descend upon their heads...
And now i have no time at all to write, because I should run and cook them steak in mustard sause for supper...
The best song at the moment is Nick Cave's "Opium Tea",
Kiss and all that,
Anna.
- Location:Uni of Warwick
- Mood:no space for own depressions
- Music:Hot Chip
I sleep naked. But that's normal.
I start every morning by shopping naked. I've just notivced, literally just pinned this sneaky habit's tail with my thumb:
every morning first thing I log on to Amazon.co.uk and buy a book.
Today's purchase is Margaret Thatcher's biography "A Path to Power".
Second thing in the morning I talk to people naked. I answer my emails and Facebook. And then usually answer someone at the door, someone demanding breakfast, company or Joe.
And now let's break into a morning naked song:
N
(air-trumpet solo, Kozel na sakse and other perky morning things!!! =))
All the best and love u all,
Anna.
- Location:Uni. of Warwick
- Mood:Another Morning playlist
- Music:"Take On Me" Reel Big Fish
I put on Daft Punk, wrap something around my head (a scuba-diving hat? a silk scarf?) and drift off, re-dancing in the darkness all the good parties. It's my music of travelling to exotics.
Because shrter, train journeys are more down-to earth (and literally as well=) and to much more habitual places.
A plane is Russia, Egypt, Thailand.
- Location:Uni of Warwick
- Mood:Fluufball
- Music:Daft Punk "Alive 2007"
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