People Countdown

I am now very close to finishing with school uniforms and compulsory education, as they call it.
This got me thinking about how out of my friends, some will stay for another 2 years of fun school, and some will go wherever they may.
Now realistically, i believe out of the roughly 20 people i enjoy the company of every day into and out of that hellhole, maybe 2 i will have as friends for more than 10 years after next week when our last compulsory day of hanging out in the same place is. Then i went to a bigger scale, including everyone i know in that Devil's Den, and figured that i will only probably keep in close contact with another 2, maybe 3 others.

Now that approximate number of 5 are actually people who have constantly been there, no matter what year group, what classes we had, how busy we were, what country we lived in, and whatever else was going on, it didn't matter.
Out of those 5 that i wish to have as friends for more than 10 year after next Monday, i believe one will be my friend for at least 50 or more years, depending on when we die. I just wish that i had more time. More time to make those strong bonds with at least those 5, but maybe I'm wrong. And in 20 years time i will blog on here, writing about how amazed and shocked i am to still have those 20 sweet people around me.

I guess it's just a human cycle, that in 2 decades there will be other people to leave behind, other people to attempt to keep in touch with.

I'll tell you this though, I've tried the whole keeping in touch thing. Moving country does that to ya.
From now on, dear friends, if you need me, want to talk to me, please, be my guest. But see, it saves me those sad memories after we lose that loose touch if i don't try to keep to it in the first place.

Selfish, yes. Logical, yes.

Think about it, what's ruder, initiating that contact and then giving up? Or not initiating it at all?

Hmm.

***** Correction: 2 people, not one, i hope will be close by for at least 5 decades more.

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.