The Youth

Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout
Wave your hands
Make it rain
For stars will rise again
The youth is starting to change
Are you starting to change?
Are you?
Together

by MGMT

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

You Are An Exclamation Point

You are a bundle of... well, something. You're often a bundle of joy, passion, or drama. You're loud, brash, and outgoing. If you think it, you say it. Definitely not the quiet type, you really don't keep a lot to yourself. You're lively and inspiring. People love to be around your energy. (But they do secretly worry that you'll spill their secrets without even realizing it.) You excel in: Public speaking You get along best with: the Dash

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

Words II

2 more books down.

3. New Moon by Stephenie Meyer.
4. Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer.

Paintballing

Friendship is very much a love-hate thing. On one side i love having the people i most care about near me at the same time, and on the other hand i also love shooting at them with paintballs. Maybe that's just me.

A fabtastic day from start till finish, including rides home, evening, up to this point right now, yep, still awesomeness. I can't explain it very well, but there's something in the certain combination of paintball, fudge, chocolate, friends, Pie, Britain's Got Talent, Monopoly and MGMT's Oracular Spectacular....that just makes me happy to the core! =)

Ironic thing is that i had planned half of those things, knowing that they would make me feel what i'm feeling at this point, one quarter was planned by loved ones knowing it would make me happy, and the rest was pure good luck. I guess, i could always set myself up to be happy, but it takes just a little more to get to this stage right here.

Oh this is odd, i'm in one of those good moods that makes me nice.. and friendly.. even.. oh no wait for it! Cuddly! -gasp- =O

And i wouldn't change a thing. Nope. Nothing at all.
Thank you all. And you, luck, thank you too.

Now i have to go, Electric Feel is on.
Get away before i start dancing.

Happiness - Tick!

Happy Birthday Ruru =)

On the long list of things i want to do, one was to have a Christmas with my whole family, but i guess a birthday is just as well =D To be fair, it wasn't the whole family, because they would not fit in one house, but it was my parents, and both british and romanian grandparents. I'm fine with that =)

I can't stop smiling. 16 eh. Have come a long way from that first birthday in England, at 13, that felt more like a holiday than a birthday at home. Here I am, a happy romanian bunny in Britain. No complaints.

I feel sick from the amount of chocolate that was so huge, that i think i will have the taste of chocolate in my mouth for quite a while. No complaints there either. Got braces tightened yesterday, and they should be hurting like a stabbed bitch, but they don't, the wide smile on my face helps, i guess =)

I have to go now, being called on by my multi-national family to go and spend the day with them.
Ha. Who would've thought. Even better than chocolate, really.

I'll stop before i change my mind on that.

Promise

So I don't talk about my love life lots. Barely, if ever. This however doesn't mean that it isn't a huge part of my thoughts everyday, aside from the insane fantasies and cravings for different foods(which usually happen in english and maths lessons funnily enough).

I broke up with Pie. Then saw massive black holes in my decission and went back on my words only 2 days afterwards - today. Actually, the huge entities of no sense in the break up plan were obvious from the moment i spoke the words "i want to break up", the only thing that changed was my willingness to face them or to look away from my -obviously- insane argument. And yes yes i hear "i told you so" from most, including myself.

But what's done is done, and i don't regret it, because now my head is clear.
I might even try and love you too. No promises.

I want to..

Now that I'm back on track with ze blog.. I can continue in my usual rambles.
As i was philosophizing about happiness, i discovered something unpleasant. It really doesn't matter what or who makes you happy. It's who you would want to make you happy. Goes hand in hand with love. Doesn't matter who you love or who loves you, it's who you want to love and who you want to love you.
Damnit. Ya know God? You could have made this so much easier...oh but no. You went on and made me think crazy thoughts. Thanks..

Update

Went to Scotland last week. And yes...a bit late on the updates. Edinburgh was amazing. Nothing near to Paris, but still awesomeness. I'm not gonna promise to post the pictures on here at some point.. because i'm pretty sure i did that with Paris and it never happened. It was a happy week. And that's all that matters, with pictures or not.

Words

2 books down, 98 to go =)

1. 11 Minutes by Paulo Coelho.
2. Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.

L Word

Love has been on my mind lately. The more I think of it, the more it frustrates me how unable of understanding it I am. Once I am angry enough with myself, I seem to come up with an idea, a definition which after about 1 minute I dismiss and shake my head at my own stupidity.

Can anyone tell you a concrete definition? Or even better they say "everyone has their own meaning of love". But really, is that the best we, as humans, can do? Their own meaning of love..what a joke. BS. Maybe our human egos are just too fat to accept that love, despite whichever experiments, research, debates and experience we have been through, cannot be explained. Too damn right that it's beyond me. And I stopped digging through my brain for an answer.
Hell, maybe one day, I'll know. Maybe even follow one of the criteria of "happily ever after" , you never know.

"I love you" - what the hell does that mean?! Enlighten me..