În mini vacanţa asta am fost iară la Luncaviţa. A fost mişto dar am fost făcută de ruşine.. sper să nu-şi amintească nimeni de tipa care a plecat ultima de la foc ce ţipa prin pădure DAAAAAN. Aşa.. am învăţat şi să tricotez mai bine, şi după ce am depăşit stadiul tricotajului am trecut la croşetat. Am învăţat singurică şi am tricotat pe Joy Division ca o bătrânică, wrist warms pentru toată lumea. Voi pune ceva poze când fac rost de aparat. Şi da, dacă vreţi şi voi.. vă fac. Voi, ăştia doi cititori ai mei :))
Însă cea mai importantă chestie este că am trecut la buget. Iiiii. Lucru ce mă face să mă simt mult mai bine, pentru că.. până acum.. am simţit că am un fel de handicap faţă de colegii mei. Not anymore!
Îmi voi savura salata foarte ardeiată la televizor. Noapte bună!
My room is empty. Well, almost empty. I still have the sofa and the desk. Ugh, and a chair. But that’s all. Why? Because I should have kept my mouth shut.
A few days ago dad steps into the living room (the place where I sleep, sometimes eat, read, basically live my life) and we both look at the ceiling at the same time. And I have this wonderful idea which I HAVE TO share with my dad, that we ought to paint the ceiling because it has something that looks a little bit like mold on it. He says YES.
Great, everything is fine. But no, dad comes back and lets me know that the walls should be painted as well. I think FUCK, but I say OK. Great, he’s off again doing whatever he does. He returns to tell me that the furniture needs some reconditioning and that he knows some people for such a job, but he will have to carry it all the way to them. I think FUCK, I say IT’S NO NEED to recondition the furniture, it looks great. I love old things. But he says MMM and I say MMM. He’s off again. And while I was telling myself that it has been a very bad idea and that the next time I will keep my mouth shut, he comes back telling me that we just might need to buy new furniture because the one that we have is really old (as old as I am, as if I am really old ) and there’s too much hassle with the transport of the old furniture. I am irritated, annoyed. But not as much as I am when he finally looks down at the floor and says that while he’s doing all of the other stuff he might just as well replace the parquetry. And hurray :\, from tomorrow til f knows when, I will keep my stuff in boxes on the balcony, sleep anywhere else but in my own bed and be very disorientated. Ugh, and muh pc is moving into my mum und dad’s bedroom. The joy. THE JOOY. And as a bonus, he didn’t even wake me up when he went to buy the new furniture, which is why I already know that I am going to hate it. EEEK!! I want my own home. NOW.