Rainbow Child

My mind is open
And my heart is full
I ain’t got any weight
That I can’t pull
And right now
I know that anything
Is possible

I had an interesting day. It started with me skipping the morning class [so sorry, Mum, but I really can't wake up that early! ]. When I opened my eyes the sun was shining, the weather was sweet and I knew it was going to be an awesome spring day. And it was.

As I was washing my face, I recognised a smell that’s been haunting me for some time now. It was the smell of tap water and toothpaste, the smell of all my holidays. I know it’s stupid to associate such common smells with great memories, but I can’t help it. I remembered all those mornings, when I would wake up in hotel rooms with 3 or 4 other girls, how we would great each other and then went to the bathroom for a quick shower and to brush our teeth. Then we would go to have a quick breakfast and head to the beach. We would sunbathe, read and swim. Then we would return to our room and take a nap. In the afternoon we would go to the beach and just lie there. And then, at night we would go out and party till the next morning. And every location, every hotel I stayed at smelled of those things: tap water and toothpaste. I remembered Greece, Italy, San Marino, France, Turkey… I remembered all the fun I had had, all the things I had bought, all the crazy things I had done. Sweet, sweet memories

And at the bus station another wonderful thing happened. I was reading and waiting for the bus to come and when I looked up from the book, the bus was already there and a guy who was getting off the bus was looking at me and smiling. Before I could smile back he had already gone. I’m sure that the broad smile was addressed to me because there was nobody else behind me. I don’t know why he smiled, but I’m glad he did it. He brightened my day I had once these existential problems regarding the people I met on the street. I always look at people’s faces and there are these monologues going on in my head regarding the people I find interesting. And I wondere what people think about me, IF they do that, when they see me on the street. Do they think I have a funny/sad/ugly face? Do they think I need to brush my hair or iron my clothes? Do they like the way I dress or not? Don’t worry, I won’t go stopping people on the street and ask them what they think about me It’s just a curiosity, nothing more

A thing is for sure: I love my green Converse shoes [yes, the one you ALL like ]. It’s true that first love never dies No matter how much I like my new Converse, not matter how happy I was when Dana sent me the second pair, my first pair of Converse still kicks ass! I feel I could walk on for ever and ever… And I feel so light, so free… it’s awesome the feeling they give me!

And there was something else that made my day: the smell in the air. I could smell the spring, I almost could smell the summer. It was hot and windy today. I felt just like I do on regular summer afternoons: lazy and happy, with an incredible lust for life, daydreaming, simply wanting to hit the road and never stop; I felt excellent! And I want the summer to come! I want to go to Budapest [no, Roxa, not at Pepsi Sziget ], I want to wake up in the middle of the day, I want to eat the-bestest-ice-cream-in-the-world [an ice-cream that is homemade by some nice ladies from Baia Mare], I want to go to Tom&Jerry and drink 2l of Coke/night and spend quality time with my friends, I want to return home in the middle of the night, have a snack and then read till morning; I want to go to Borlesti and do nothing except read, eat and sleep. Grrrr… I want an eternal summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cause’ it feels like summer again
I was thinking that it just might never begin
After winter and spring
It’s good to have the sun on my face again

*The Wallflowers – Feels like summer again

Damn, I’m tired! I hate spending so much time outside, on the streets. It’s too a tiresome thing for me. But today was Mum’s last day here and I had to please her and go from shop to shop, from friend to friend and then to the railway station with her. Oh, and then I went to Adina and Mihnea and I had to play with him, so I’m kind of exhausted right now. Hopefully, a cup of hot black tea will keep me up and going, cause I have to work tonight. Woooooork!

I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I introduced Cata to Adina and Mihnea. Because Adina is my favourite aunt and Mihnea is my sweet nephew, they had to meet Cata. Everything went just fine, except that Mihnea couldn’t pronounce Cata’s name; instead, he called him Gata or Bata. That was so funny! But here comes the shitty part: I knew that Mum would see Adina and Mihnea, so I had sent Adina a message to talk to Mihnea and tell him not to say a word about my boyfriend. She said that if she did that, Mihnea would surely tell Mum about that and the best thing to do was to keep mum about it and see what happens. Oh, boy! We barely had time to take off our shoes, when Mihnea told Mum: “Ioana brought her boyfriend to our house!” “Did she?” “Yes, she did.” FUCK!!!! Needless to say that I had a minor panic attack and Adina didn’t know what to say to make Mihnea shut up It was such an awkward moment! DAMN! I don’t know if Mum realised Cata had really been the previous week here or not, but she didn’t ask any more questions I think there are certain things our parents prefer not to be 100% sure of

Mum outdone herself this time! She brought me LOTS of COOL things! I never thought this day would come First of all, I have a pair of Converse which really kick ass! They’re orange and they have flowers printed on!!!! Awwww, I love them! And here comes the list:

a so very cool green T-shirt, which has Amsterdam written on it [yes, she managed to go to Amsterdam as well! Lucky her!]

another cool pink T-shirt with Holland [only this one is XXL told you she buys me clothes that are huge!]

MANY, MANY, MANY sweets. I literally have a BAG of sweets I can hardly wait for Cata to come here and enjoy ourselves…. sweeeeeets

Looks like I’ve been a good girl, tough Mum told me I’m a spoiled brat I admit I have my needs and I’m sometimes bossy with them, but to call me spoiled brat?! Well, ok… maybe I am… Don’t really know… It’s so strange… I feel I don’t belong with them anymore. My parents bought some land and want to have a house built and move there and I’m like “ok, do whatever you want, it’s not my problem.” And I don’t think it’s ok to be this indifferent. It’s true that I visit them only on holidays, but damn, I had lived in Baia Mare for 19 years, I lived with them for 19 years, they are my parents – why do I seem not to care about what they are doing? We’re living separate lives now… and I think I wanted to detach myself from my hometown and everything there. No, I don’t deny my roots and my past, it’s just that… I don’t know… I have a very different life here, a new life; I’m a very different person now, a new one. And what my parents do, where they’ll move, what they buy – that’s their business. And it’s not that I don’t love them, or I don’t care about them… I don’t know, I’m confused…

And then there’s this Cata business. They way things are going right now, I could almost say that this is it: the final relationship. And it’s funny, that it’s damn hard to picture us married with children, but in the same time, I can’t picture myself without him [this doesn't mean that if something bad happens, I won't be able to move on and I'll be a cry-baby]. It’s just that I feel great with him and spending more and more time together is awesome and I love him and shit, but this way to serious… I can’t picture myself living with him for the rest of my life, although now I feel like I could; ok, I really need to think less about this, just live the moment, wait for him to come here and let time decide if he’s the right guy…

Speaking of time… I’m traumatized off ageing That’s something that scares the shit out of me! I don’t want to be 40 and be afraid to look in the mirror… I don’t want wrinkles, I don’t want to put on weight, I don’t want to be ashamed of my body, I don’t want to see it decaying [so, why don't I kill myself while I'm still young, right? "Isn't that cute? But it's wrooooong!" ] I guess I’m still living under the impression that I’ll always be young and more or less beautiful. Hopefully, I’ll find out in due time that this bloody life is not like that

Ps. I got my first paycheck today! Happy happy joy joy! I’m proud of myself!

No, I’m not dead. Yes, I am fine and I am still a Rainbow It’s just that I have been extremely lazy lately: no blogging, no reading other blogs, no Internet to tell the truth. I’ve been taken up with work and school. I’m still not going to all the classes but I spend more than enough time at the university and I always do my homework. The cool part is that I have 2 new incredibly fun and smart teachers. I simply love having classes with them! And the other GREAT part is that I don’t have to do sports!!! I was so freaked out that I would have problems because I didn’t go to the sport classes last semester, but in the end it turned out it’s not compulsory!!! So, yeah, no more sports!!!

I missed my blog and I missed everybody else’s blogs, but I don’t know… I really don’t feel like blogging as I used to. Hope this is just a temporal state and I’ll be myself in no time. I finally have my eBook reader and I simply love it!!! I shall be forever grateful to Jen for showing me how to download free ebooks and for coming with me to buy an electric power transformer for my reader. Thank yooooouuuu!

Cata spent the weekend here. It was great! I love having him here. And he’s always helping me at whatever I do [cook, wash the dishes, clean the room]. I feel so bohemian with him around. We practically do nothing. We’re like 2 couch potatoes except that we don’t watch TV: we either watch M.A.S.H. or Seinfeld on his computer [M.A.S.H. really kicks Seinfeld's ass! I can hardly wait to read the M.A.S.H. books!!!!] And we eat a LOT of sweets; and when I say a LOT, I really mean it. I know it’s not ok, but as long as we enjoy ourselves… Anyway, he’ll be spending the weekend here every fortnight, which is great! I didn’t tell Mum that he would be here, because I really didn’t know how to do that. Hopefully, she won’t find out and everything will be fine, but I promised that I would tell her next time he would be here. I feel guilty every time I do something and I don’t tell her about it

Speaking of Mum… she’s arriving tomorrow morning from Germany and she’ll be staying here till the end of the week. I can hardly wait to see what she bought me! She also spent a day in Holland and when she called me, she was kind of desperate. She was almost crying that there were a lot of nice clothes and she couldn’t buy me anything because she wasn’t sure if I liked them. Yes, this is true: each and every time Mum bought something for me, either it was a larger size, or I didn’t like it at all. But hearing her so sad, it made my heart melt Of course I told here she shouldn’t worry about that and that the sweets I had asked for are top priority, not some clothes I don’t even know how they look like. And today she called me again to tell me that she had bought me a pair of Converse shoes and that she was happy that finally she found out something that I would really appreciate. Indeed, I will!!! From what she told me, they are orange and have flowers on them [no, Doug, it's not the same pair I asked you to buy for me ]. I can hardly wait to see them!!! It’s going to be nice to have Mum around for a few days. This means I’ll have cooked food, money [not that I don't, but I won't be spending my money this week ] and, of course, I’ll have her. We really need to catch up on the mother-daughter talks.

Getting back to Cata… it’s also strange having him here. Yes, I love it, but I’m not used to spending so much time with him. And the strangest thing is that I really like it with him here, that he doesn’t get on my nerves, that everything’s cool between us right now. I still don’t feel good about us two kind of living together and I’m scared that I’m only 20 and I’m involved in such a serious relationship, but it feels damn good and perfect to be just him and me! Yeah, there are again mixed feelings regarding this relationship. At least now I can tell him everything that pisses me off and I can boss him around , which is fine by me. As long as he doesn’t mind that, it’s purrfect. And no, we haven’t yet looked for a cat. I just hope I’ll find a kitten on the street and bring it home But we will have a cat. And she will be called uRMa. I have no doubt about it

I don’t know… my life’s so peaceful and calm, it’s almost irritating. And tough I feel I don’t have enough time, I like being under pressure. But I’m sure something bad will happen… I can almost feel it…

*Depeche Mode – Enjoy the silence

Am fost, am dansat, mi-a placut. M-a luat Jen cu ea la RoBlogFest. Cand am auzit prima data de acest party m-am gandit ca eu nu o sa merg niciodata la asa ceva. Nu stiu de ce, dar nu-mi suradea deloc ideea. Apoi m-am intalnit joi cu Andrei si m-a intrebat daca vin. Cand i-am spus ca nu m-am inscris pe lista, mi-a spus sa nu-mi fac probleme pentru ca mai are Jen un loc. Hmmm… ce sa fac, ce sa fac? M-a scutit Jen de dileme cand m-a sunat si m-a intrebat: “Vrei sa vii la party RoBlogFest? Mai am un loc.” Cum as putea sa o refuz chiar pe ea?

Eram amandoua destul de sceptice in ceea ce priveste locatia – clubul Spice, aflat pe Calea Victoriei. Suna a club fancy… well, chiar si este. Dupa ce am ajuns acolo a inceput nebunia: cautat nume pe lista, primit tricou, eticheta pe care sa ne scriem numele si o “mapa” cu toate blogurile nominalizate; bloggeri multi, muzica destul de câh. Noroc cu Jen ca stia o gramada de lume si ne-a fost relativ usor sa ne invartim pe acolo si sa gasim pe cine cautam. Din categoria “cunoscut si placut mult foarte mult” fac parte, in ordinea in care le-am intalnit: Ioana Ristea si Raluca [BookBlog], oompa, Fen si Diana. Iar din categoria “vazut”, cei mai importanti sunt Eugen Erhan si theTudor. Si, da, Fredo & Pid’Jin chiar seamana cu ei

Dupa premiere a inceput cu adevarat petrecerea! Eram mai mult decat convinsa ca o sa fie muzica crappy… asa de bine imi pare ca m-am inselat! Am dansat incontinuu pana pe la 2. A fost cea mai misto seara dansanta ever! Da, bloggerii chiar stiu sa se distreze! Astept cu nerabdare [deja!!!!] RoBlogFest 2008. Mai vreau la dans!