Rainbow Child

- Pai, sa imi spuneti cam cat costa robinetul ala de baie si cat o sa ma coste manopera, ca sa stiu cati bani sa scot de pe card.
- Ai palinca?
- Normal ca am! Va pregatisem deja o sticla de jumate.
- Eh, atunci ce manopera mai vrei? Iau palnica si atat.

Nu pot sa nu-mi imaginez cum ar fi decurs discutia dintre domnu’ Iancu si doamna Iancu daca nu ar fi cerut apoi si 50 de lei pentru manopera (intre noi fie vorba, nu mi se pare deloc mult pentru cat a muncit).

- Unde ai fost, mai, pana la ora asta?!
- La o fata… I-am inlocuit robinetul de la chiuveta de la baie. Tu stii ce era acolo si cat m-am chinuit?
- Ce robinet putea sa aiba, Doamne, fata aia de te-ai chinuit 3 ore ca sa-l inlocuiesti?
- Ia mai taci, de parca nu ti-am spus cum e cu instalatiile astea vechi. Crezi ca m-am dus acolo sa fac prostii? Aoleu, la ce te gandesti si tu!
- Bine, bine… Da’ ia zi, cat ti-a dat?
- Paaai… O sticla de juma’ de palinca.
- Si mai ce?
- Pai, atat…
- Nemernicule, te omor!!!

Oh man, listening to Massive Attack gives me such a summerish feeling. And I also have such big plans for this summer, but I’m trying not to think about them cause they might not come true *though I should buy that plane ticket as soon as possible*.

I sometimes miss so many things, but thank God I can get over that feeling real quickly. A friend keeps telling me that I’m “self-sufficient” and in a way he is right. It takes so little to make me happy, that a book and uRMa will always be enough for me. Or maybe not. At least I can see the patters and now I know what to expect and what not to.

And now, please excuse me while I study until the sun rises and then maybe I’ll have a peaceful lonley walk. Nothing compares with going to bed when other people get out of bed. See, it really take so little to make me happy

• oamenii sunt tare draguti cu mine si imi alimenteaza obsesiile dandu-mi chestiute de agatat pe pereti cu pisici, cani cu pisici, semne de carte cu pisici.
• si tot azi, darnica zi, am primit 3!!! pachete cu ceai *la alegere, nu oricum* de la cei de la Abac Tea *am mai scris eu despre ei*. Mare bucurie mi-au facut si oamenii aia! Abia astept sa le incerc pe toate!
• in drum spre casa am stat si am cugetat si am decretat pestele ca “mancare pentru oameni singuri si tristi”. Asa ca nu o sa mai mananc veci peste *nu ca as mancat eu prea des*, ca doar nu mai pot de bine ce-mi e.
• nu mai, chiar nu ma uit la filme. Poate uneori. Dar rar de tot.
• noroc cu shuffle, ca altfel nu mi-as fi dat seama cat de dor imi era sa ascult Radiohead. For a minute there, I lost myself…
• eczema naibii, tare cred eu ca se extinde! Si pana sa ajung la doctor mai este…
• proiecte peste proiecte, examene peste examene, asa m-am saturat de toate prostiile astea! Macar daca mi-ar folosi la ceva. M-am saturat sa-mi fie testata puterea de memorare si de reproducere a unor informatii. Fuck that!
• am incercat sa ma vopsesc cat de cat aproape de culoarea mea naturala, dar mi-a iesit ceva negru-violet tare dubios. Nu-mi place deloc, deloc!
• pana la urma mai e concert Kumm sambata sau nu? Si daca e, sa ma duc sau nu? Decizii, decizii, decizii…
• am o groaza de tradus ca tema pentru acasa. Ce penibil suna!
• ah, ca o facuta, tot azi!!!, am gasit o carte in RO despre ceai. Nu, nu e cea de la Nemira. E una cu poze faine, cu hartie lucioasa, si a fost si ieftina. Sa vad cat o sa-mi foloseasca. Mai imi lipsesc 14 cuvinte la glosar, ca introducerea e usor de facut.
• independenta pe naiba! Nu sunt in stare sa merg singura la spital sa vad ce e cu eczema asta. La ce spital sa ma duc? Si acolo la ce etaj? Si la care doctor? Si cand trebuie sa merg? Dimineata? La pranz? Si acolo ce fac? Doar intru in cabinet? Nu mai bine astept pana in iulie cand ma duc acasa?

Easter day is not a good day to receive bad news. I’ve been having this brown small spot bellow my shoulder and I thought it was merely an itch or smth. But I showed the spot to my cousin-doctor and his verdict is that it’s an allergic reaction to animal hair. His wife had exactly the same eczema and it took her years of treatment to get rid of it. It continuously reappeared. His advice: get rid of the source of the allergy. Yeah right, as if I’m ever going to give up on uRMa! Still, I feel very depressed and this is NOT fair. I will go to a doctor in Bucharest and I’ll buy as many ointments as it takes, but I’m not even thinking about giving uRMa to my parents.

On a more happier note, this holiday was really nice. Not much eating, not much nagging from my relatives, incredible weather and lots of laugh. It should be like this all the time.

And now some sunny pics to make my gloom go away.

• eating. Lots and lots of eating. I expect I’ll be exploding every time soon. Really, ice cream, cookies, cakes, lots of cooked food, chocolate. I am so going to die.
• Pavla is visiting so we went to Sighet. Alex was driving and we were just enjoying the ride We visited the Memorial of the Victims of the Communism. It’s something that really gets to you. I was pretty tolerant when I heard old people saying that “in those times it was better”, but now I think I’d go crazy if I heard someone saying something even remotely good about that period. Bastards!
• I was for the first time in synagogue. The man who showed us around was very very nice and I found out some interesting stuff about the Jews in Maramures.
• the trip was nice, Maramu’ is lovely, the company was great
• still haven’t finished with my final paper, still haven’t done my homework, already freaking out with school stuff. I hate that!
• I went out with my bike quite a lot. It’s so bloody nice! Still can’t believe how civilised the drivers are here and how many bikers there are on the streets. Thumbs up!
• bleah, I don’t want to go back to Bucharest.