HUNTED BY A FREAK

hah, mamma bija atstajusi savu flickr profilu ieslegtu, nodomaju japaskatas bildes. pārsmejos pamatigi, sakot ar to, ka vina nozagusi 2 manas bildes ar suņiem (vienā gan mani nogriezusi haha) un vel odziņai ielikusi foto, kur esmu izstādē 2007 gadā ar Villiju, man tadi traki mati un vispar haha, cik labi, ka ir pagajuši 3 gadi, vienīgais foršais tur bija mani mīļie slip oni

yeah. Pašlaik dzeru teju un smejos par telefon fotosesiju @ vestures stunda. Mums ar Elinu ir potenciāls, indeed!
 šodiena velkas, tik sasoditi, no skolas izvilkos ap pus17, vnk siiiik, matematika mīl mani, lidz pedejam atomam. Bet bija ari positiv supraijz, jo Annai patik parsteigt mani ar pasta sutijumiem, kuros man suta austiņas. Kad saņemu sms ar tekstu, ka viņai žēl, ka es vislaik staigaju ar saplestam, man pašai palika sevis žel. hah  tajā pašā laikā iedomājos, ka es nekad neesmu veikusi neveinu pasta sutijumu.
 Jasak arī domat par daudzajiem paradiem, kurus esmu jau paspejusi iekrat skolā, tas ir vel slimāk + tuvojas žetons, ouhh lucky me!
Tool Vicarious uz riņķi un angļu valodas testi internetā + algebru deretu rit uzrakstit, bet es nespeju to visu sagremot tik ātri.

bļe man ir sudigi. sap vēnas na*, gulet jā, macibas nē. galva griežas pa 360. God please save me

Rit būs pēdējā nedeļas diena, kuru bušu pavadijusi gan slimojot, gan simulejot. Man tik tiešām nav ne mazākas velmes atgriezties tajā paraudzināšanas iestadē, kuru mēdz dēvēt par skolu. Es labpratāk pavadītu savu nedēļu gluži kā šo: vienkarši guļot, pāršķirstot procesu vai dzivnieku fermu, bezjedzigi blenžot vai rakņajoties kadā no sauktajām kastēm, tas butu, tv aparāts vai datoris, izbažot purniņu ik pa laikam arā un saprotot to, ka dzivoju artikā, ka pat polarlačiem jabēg. Kadā vel sudzas par parāk lielu karstumu, a ko mums darīt, nerunajot par tiem, kuru izvelējušies atrasties vēl vairāk uz ziemeļiem. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kaitina vēl tas, ka man nepartraukti kkas sāp, velk vai dedzina. Vienu dienu peda nezinu kadu iemeslu pec nedaudz sapampusi, nakamajā netišam izrauju gaļas gabalu no otras, trešajā pamostos ar muguras sapēm, ka pieliekties nevaru, vēl labak nesudzešos par to, ka man ik pa 3 nedeļam ir kads bronhīts, angina vai nezinu kas vēl. Māmm vel sabiedeja, ka tagad esmu pie plaušu karsoņa tikusi, udač. Šadi jau pat līdz 30 gadiem neizvilkšu. Jā, es saprotu "live fast, die young" bet šadi nekāds fast and furious nesanāks.

1. “Alice (Underground)” performed by Avril Lavigne
2. “The Poison” performed by The All-American Rejects
3. “The Technicolor Phase” performed by Owl City
4. “Her Name Is Alice” performed by Shinedown
5. “Painting Flowers” performed by All Time Low
6. “Where’s My Angel” performed by Metro Station
7. “Strange” performed by Tokio Hotel and Kerli
8. “Follow Me Down” performed by 3OH!3 featuring Neon Hitch
9. “Very Good Advice” performed by Robert Smith
10. “In Transit” performed by Mark Hoppus with Pete Wentz
11. “Welcome to Mystery” performed by Plain White T’s
12. “Tea Party” performed by Kerli
13. “The Lobster Quadrille” performed by Franz Ferdinand
14. “Running Out of Time” performed by Motion City Soundtrack
15. “Fell Down a Hole” performed by Wolfmother
16. “White Rabbit” performed by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

haha, tad jau manīs, kā bus, bet par pāris izpilditajiem jau gribas pasmīkņāt

"...What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?
People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss."

ši nedeļa pagaja visnotaļ ātri, bet tomer savā ziņā arī lēni. Un rīt jau sakas jauna nedeļa.džizaaas.NO
šodien zombijos kopš paša rita,  internets izsuc vel pedejas manas dzivibas pazīmes. Tikko vēlreiz noskatijos raudamo gabalu walk to remember. ouhh šit,man patik kvalitativais tulkojums hah. Ka ari saku šodien lasit Kafkas procesu, kuru labprat pašlaik turpinatu, bet labi zinu, ka uz ritdienu jalasa šis tas no citas literaturas. wohoou
ā jā un 5diena, hah bija diezgan jauki, ak jebkur lai tu dotos satiec pazistamos, viktijs bija pilns ar pazistamiem, bet tas bija forši, ka vnk paaed paris soļus, sasveicinies ar kadu un vel paris pieklajibas teikumus parmin. Ar ann. izderam tik daudz alkohola, bet lidz pulksten 6 netikam kartigi iereibt, bet vismaz uz 4 aizgajām padancat uz trakomāju...

"Hello, I am Wanda June. Today was going to be my birthday, but I was hit by an ice-cream truck before I could have my party. I am dead now. I am in Heaven. That is why my parents did not pick up my cake at the bakery. I am not mad at the ice-cream truck driver, even though he was drunk when he hit me. It didn't hurt much. It wasn't even as bad as the sting of a bumblebee. I am really happy here! It's so much fun. I'm glad the driver was drunk. If he hadn't been, I might not have gone to Heaven for years and years and years. I would have had to go to high school first, and then beauty college. I would have had to get married and have babies and everything. Now I can just play and play and play. Any time I want any pink cotton candy I can have some. Everybody up here is happy — the animals and the dead soldiers and people who went to the electric chair and everything. They're all glad for whatever sent them here. Nobody is mad. We're all too busy playing shuffleboard. So if you think of killing somebody, don't worry about it. Just go ahead and do it. Whoever you do it to should kiss you for doing it. The soldiers up here just love the shrapnel and the tanks and the bayonets and the dum dums that let them play shuffleboard all the time — and drink beer."

she is a ghost, drifting in and out of reality, lost on her way to something more, not really knowing what more is, or if it even exists.

Rit jaballejas, jacer, ta pat kā šodien varetu but rajona balle. tuvak majam, tuvak sirdij.

Beidzot saņemos kko ierakstīt. Tā tad, jaunais gads traka ballite, nekur beigās neaizbraucu t.i uz Esti. man bija deprešans. hah
Bet Lapmežciema NY bija nu kā lai to apraksta, paraksta ballite ar daudz alkoholu. ar Līgu izardijam danceflooru, Anna atrada draudziņu, daudz smejamies. Tā jau pozitivi, bet nedaudz jutos vilusies. man pietruka kkas, bet es pati nezinu,kas ir tas, ko gaidu no jaunajiem gadiem... Laikam jaunu dzivi hah, labak, jau jauna seja deretu!
Pedejas 2/3 dienas lidz ko atbraucam no tajaiem laukiem un svinešanās ar Annu esam izedušas visus veikalus,labi, nepārspilešu, bet nu vismaz nedeļas devu esam apedušas 2 dienās 100%. Dienas režims: Guli, pamosties-iesledz tv, guli, ēd, guli un varbut pa visu dienu izej uzpipet. vnk whata tha faak meen?!?! busim resnites  kubā YEAH

yeah. rit NY trip to Estoniāaa! thumbs up
Ceru, ka nekur nepazudīšu, jo esmu topografiskais idiots ( gluži kā viens mazais no Marta ballites) :D

Jūtos nedaudz attpausies, bet zombie mode vel iekša turās. kartējās brivdienas, kgan diezgan mierigi, bet tomer ar 5/6dienu garšu pavaditas. Tagad jasapošs majas un tad uz pilsetu, bet varbut arī nē. vel galvā nav istas skaidrības. eh
bet vismaz ny plani sak izskaidroties un ja viss bus takā iecerets. bus labi!