Rainbow Child

Nu azi

Tuesday ~ March 16th, 2010 17:00 by ionuca Posted in .ro, Anger as a gift, I hate Mondays, I'm just a girl

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Monday ~ March 1st, 2010 14:12 by ionuca Posted in I hate Mondays, I think I'm paranoid and complicated, I'm just a girl

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been living more fictional lives than my own real one.

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uRMa71

Monday ~ February 22nd, 2010 13:32 by ionuca Posted in I hate Mondays, It's a beautiful day!, My uRMa, Pictures of you

I haven’t written about her in quite some time – I know. But she’s fine: sleeping, eating, running from one room to another, meowing 20 times/hour to let her on the balcony and then to let her back in the room.

But now there are four hands that pat her and she’s in Purrring Heaven. She jumps on the bed, gets between us and looks at us demandingly: we know it’s patting time. Ah, how she enjoys those moments!

And she also has a Twitter account. She’s evil, bitchy, lazy, complaining, just like IRL Like I’ve said, nothing much going on.

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I hate winter!!!

Monday ~ February 15th, 2010 18:29 by ionuca Posted in Anger as a gift, I hate Mondays, My Bucharest

Some days are definitely not my days, for example, today. Yesterday I had another of my scary nose bleeds and decided it was high time I found out what the heck was up with those. So this morning I got up and wanted to go and see a doctor. Well, I got as far as the bus stop. Yeah, yeah, I saw it was snowing but I’m telling you, that wasn’t regular snow. Nope, it was undercover rain!

By the time I got to the bus stop my hair was wet, my shoes were wet and I was pissed. Did you know that I have my very own lake in front of the apartment building? It’s wide and deep and the cars just love to sprint through it! If I thought my life was boring, now I am staring in this adventure movie called ‘Winter in Bucharest – survival of the fittest’ and it’s an adventure alright. Anyways, we had to wait in a huge puddle at the bus stop for more than 10 minutes. We were slowly turning into snowmen and there were no buses in sight. So we waited and we waited and waited and when I couldn’t take it anymore I decided that no amount of blood coming out of my nose can make me stay there any longer. So I went back home, all pissed, and left the working class hero wait by himself for the goddamned bus.

But, I have to admit, I was a bit envious when I got a text message telling me that two old ladies started fighting on the bus and that a man was swearing continously at the bus driver. Ah, lovely people, lovely city! Therefore,  I’ve decided that in order to get out of this winter sane I have to spend as much time indoors as possible. I’m just going to my classes and that’s about all. I can bleed to death, starve to death, whatever, but I’m not going outside in that bloody weather again!

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Girlie stuff51

Monday ~ January 25th, 2010 12:20 by ionuca Posted in Anger as a gift, I hate Mondays, I'm just a girl

Mum is amazing. When I was alone she was always bitching about that and always nagging me to ‘find a guy’ (no, Mum, guys don’t grow on trees and I can’t buy them at the market!) and now she’s pissed that ‘we’re spending too much time together’. Jeez, Mum, make up your bloody mind already!

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Goddamned time

Tuesday ~ January 19th, 2010 0:14 by ionuca Posted in For a minute there I lost myself, I hate Mondays, Wrapped up in books

It’s funny, when you’re a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you’re on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me. One day I was a little girl and the next I was a grown woman, with bosoms and hair on my private parts. I missed the whole thing.

Fannie Flagg – Green Fried Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

We were looking at high school pictures of us the other evening. My God, how time flies! The memory of those years is still so vivid, but it’s just a memory. I remember every trip I took with the guys, every party we went to, every day we hung out and it was great thinking about them. It wasn’t even bitter, it was just sweet. Like reading a great book, feeling sorry just after you’ve finished reading it and then when the thought of it pops into your mind again, it just puts a smile on your face and that’s all.

And in the pictures I looked so much like a child – always smiling and having a great time and wearing baggy pants and having millions of zits on my face. But now I’m so different from that kid. Not that I have a better grip on reality, no way, but I look different, I feel different, I think different. So where did that kid go? What happened to all my “I’m never going to do that”-s and “I will never change”-s? Life’s really fucked up.

Yes, it’s the season when I really feel like time’s flying away, but now I don’t have the impression I’m left behind. Nope, the bastard it’s taking me with it. Where to? I have no idea and I’m not planning on having another panic attack thinking about it. What would be the point in doing that? In five years time I’ll look back and I won’t recognize the person I am today, anyway. The changes are creeping up on me, whether I like it or not.

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Girlie stuff50

Monday ~ December 28th, 2009 12:09 by ionuca Posted in I hate Mondays, I'm just a girl

Who else here can ruin a beautiful mauve pair of pantyhose the day they buy them? It’s like my true self is trying to tell me to stick to the jeans…

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Fuck the pain away*

Monday ~ November 23rd, 2009 15:05 by ionuca Posted in I hate Mondays, I'm just a girl

I usually don’t get sick. Well, OK, I get the common cold every now and then but that’s nothing. But this weekend I ran out of luck.

On Saturday I woke up with a mild headache. By noon my head felt like it was going to explode. I tried sleeping the pain away but it didn’t work. So I had to go to the drug store and get some painkillers. Two hours later I felt fine again. Where did the pain come, that I don’t know.

Sunday started like any other lazy Sunday. Woke up at 10, had tea with Martha and then I just wasted time surfing on the Internet. Everything was fine until I had the great idea of making a lemonade. I made a combo out of 2 lemons + 3 oranges + 1,5 l water. 3 glasses later I was almost crying from the stomach ache. It was absolutely horrible! The pain was so powerful I felt like throwing up. And crying. Both at the same time.

Well, at least Monday is pain-free. Till now.

*Peaches – Fuck the pain away

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Girlie stuff47

Tuesday ~ October 20th, 2009 17:51 by ionuca Posted in I hate Mondays, I think I'm paranoid and complicated, I'm just a girl

I’m so full of contradictions: I love being independent but I hate having responsibilities. I love having free time but I don’t know how to use it. I don’t mind being alone but happy couples make me wanna puke.

And I’m not even in a bad mood!

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Good/bad

Tuesday ~ October 13th, 2009 3:14 by ionuca Posted in All I wanna do is ride bikes with you, Anger as a gift, I hate Mondays, With a little help from my friends

A friend told me tonight that I’m the director of my life’s movie and that I can edit, cut, delete all the scenes that I don’t like. Applying this principle, here goes nothing:

I hate rainy days. I hate autumn because of the rainy day and of the cold weather. But having a bike makes everything so easy. I felt so good riding my bike today. There were, like always, many cars but nobody honked at me this time. And I guess the bad weather scared the pedestrians away cause the bike lanes were unexpectedly free.

I’m not an explorer: I take the same route day after day after day and I don’t get bored of it. I know all the stops, all the holes in the pavement, I know the favourite places of the people who park their cars on the bike lanes. I’m best friends with this road.

I’m always thinking about a lot of stuff while biking and today was ‘I-miss-Vienna‘ day.  The music made me even more nostalgic. I think Stefan would be proud of me; I’m not jogging, but at least I’m getting some exercise I wish I could go back there just for a few days.

But after I met my friends I forgot everything about my nostalgia. I took my bike to the third floor of a beautiful old apartment building and put it on the balcony. I’m afraid of leaving it outside. I haven’t had a girls’ night in for quite some time now and it felt great being there with them. I laughed so hard my tummy hurt Maybe instead  of isolating myself when I feel down I should do exactly the opposite: go out more, meet more friends, spend quality time with people that really matter to me ( <- NTS).

Nothing compares to biking next to Tineretului Park during the night: the park is completely empty, it’s just me, the smell of trees and the music. For a few minutes nothing else mattered. Then, before I knew it, I was back home. uRMa was waiting for me in the hall, the room was warm, the tea is great.

The deleted scenes:

Dogs running after me, barking and trying to bite me.

The idiot who intentionally bumped his shoulder into mine and then laughed. It hurt and I almost fell off my bike. Next time something like this happens can I call the police or should I throw a big stone at him hoping I crack his head and then make a run for it?

I’m trying really hard to be a civilised biker, but sometimes I feel like I’m losing it and all I want is to hurt the people that hurt me. I can kick and spit, I can yell and curse, and one day they will make me stoop to their level and do all that. Some people are scum.

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