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IMPROVISED LETTER TO MY BELOVED READERS

Dear Facebook and Twitter stalkers who reads this (as well as those few other people who have stumbled upon this post by accident),

It was my 18th birthday on August 1st.

Out of over 20 people to who I talk to daily,only 3 – 4 of them actually remembered of it and sent me some really nice words on my special day. So,thank you from the bottom of my heart,guys! I won’t forget it,believe me 🙂

And you know what’s funny: Today,when I’m writing this,is August 7th and people still keep congrating me now. It’s like a chain reaction or something! Like… B*tch,it was a week ago,don’t think that congrating me now will make me feel any better,alright? If you didn’t remember it on 1st then you just didn’t,at least don’t greet me right now because it’s really embarassing for me and I am sure,for you as well,I’m just saying.

So,with all of this I’m just trying to say – Thank you to those VERY few people who did congrat me on my birthday – that was very thoughtful of you! And to those who didn’t – I hate you. No seriously,I really do.

 

Sincerely,

I’m 18 now,YOU MAD?

 

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CODE RED,someone’s been reading my blog!

 

 

Okay,so is it normal that it bothers me that I know that some people actually read my blog!?

And you know what else bothers me,I just noticed I used the word “that” a lot in the last sentence. Whoops. Anyway.

So,back to business,do you guys ever get that feeling that you write something without really thinking about what you’re writing and then suddenly you see in your statistics that someone has been actually reading it? (God forbid,the viewer is from your country!!)

Well,I know this blog of mine is kind of public and all,I mean I even have the link Facebook-ed out on,well,my Facebook and another site I’m on but yeah.

But I guess,unless it’s my parents reading this… What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like I’d be writing posts and publically bashing people or something.  Although,I did concider it as a possibility. Uhhh. I’ll have to secret-code their names now!

Anyways. That’s a daily dose of randomness from me,take care and eat lots of apples!

I’m allergic to them anyway.

 

 

 

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The meeting: Aftermath

The good news are,I survived. Woohoo! Honestly,when I wrote that post yesterday,for a split second I truly thought “what if he’s a serial killer?”

And then I also thought,if I die,who will notify my Facebook and Twitter friends?

But that was that,really. By the time I got out of the house,I was full of positive thoughts and tried my best to keep it that way,at least untill I get to the place we were supposed to meet.

So,there’s not really much I could say about this… meeting,because that was really what it was,a meeting and nothing more. It wasn’t a date because it didn’t really feel that way… Is that bad?

And I honestly thought it’ll last longer than it did but ofcourse,the mother nature had her own plans and soon enough a storm started and we were basically running for our lifes to not to get either soaked or struck by lightning. Which we didn’t – phew! – but that was close.

In any way,these 35 minutes were pretty nice,I mean there’s nothing bad I could say about it other than that most likely,we won’t be meeting again. At least not in a date-ish way anyway.

But just to calm you guys down,he wasn’t a maniac (at least he didn’t seem like one!),he wasn’t 50 either,in fact he was exactly the same as in his profile picture,which I have to say was releasing.

Needless to mention,I had like tons of make-up on my face for this meeting. Seriously,next time I go out,I’ll go all natural and sh*t. If he won’t like me like that,his loss not mine. Right?

After this meeting,I already know that whoever I go on a date with someday,I will want to sit down and talk because

a) walking and talking is kind of exhausting and b) I just want to experience at least once in my life the way how people date in the movies – you know,the caffeterias and drinks (okay,I don’t drink but just go with it,alright?) and talks and romance and stuff like that…

You know,every girl,and it’s not just me,I mean every girl deserves a fairytale date once in a while,where the guy would take you out to some nice place,be a gentleman and make you feel comfortable the way you are.

So,I guess I’m still waiting for that one beautiful date to happen. But untill then…

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I GOT DRUNK FROM ALCOHOLIC CANDIES. No,seriously

Over the weekend,I think I got drunk from eating alcoholic candies.

I’m just kidding!

NOT.

 

Seriously though,I think I really did. I mean,not like drunk-drunk but definately super dizzy.

 

Theoretically,if I am a strict non-drinker who’s never had more than just a sip of the strong liquids,does that mean if I suddenly drink like a glass or more,I’m immediately wasted? I think I read somewhere that if a person hasn’t had an experience with alcohol,he can get drunk 3 times faster than other people who drinks,like all the time. Do you guys believe that stuff?

 

And the most important question here is can you really intoxicate from those candies? I personally think that not but I swear to you guys,I was in a really weird place after eating them.

 

If I come to think of it,I most likely shouldn’t have eaten the whole box.

 Oh,well.

 

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OUT WITH THE OLD,IN WITH THE NEW

You know what,it’s time to call things as they are not as they come. Because I’m just really honestly tired of always returning to this situation where,well,let’s just say it’s not a good place to be at,both emotionally and physically.

I WANT to feel better about myself,my appearances,my language and my personality.

And let’s face it,I can’t do that while tagging along all of the past’s bullsh*t.

So,here we go.

First of all,I don’t eat sushi. I don’t like it not even the tiniest bit. It makes me squirm and it makes my throat super itchy.

I don’t really enjoy sweet stuff. I used to – like a lot actually! – but as if right now,if somebody would offer me a piece of chocolate cake or some sugary candie,I’d say no. Pizza,yes. Cakes,no please. And thank you.

Don’t even get me started on meat. I eat that stuff. I do. I used to think I don’t,tried to convince myself a dozen of times – what a fool – but I do. And I eat it regularly. Even if it sometimes makes me feel sick in the stomach because the truth is,if I eat more than just a little bit,I always feel too full to functionate. That’s true,by the way.

I hate diets. They’re POINTLESS. Seriously,like everyone says they’re bad for you,so why would anyone still want to go through that stuff? I don’t get it. To starve yourself to fit into,what,some crazily high standarts? No,thank you,no me gusta.

I’m allergic to olives,so obviously I would never eat them unless I’d decide to die a slow and painful death. Not this decade,amigos.

I don’t drink diet coke/coke at all. Like,ever. Sprite,Fanta,lemonade or iced tea is a yes for me but cola? Oh please. I’m from those 90’s kids who were taught to avoid that stuff if you don’t want to get an extra layer of fat or a heart attack. And I proudly stick to it.

And I’m not sure how is this relevant but it is what it is and besides, I guess you just have to know these things about me in order to fully know the real personå I am. You know?

Moving on.

I don’t need some friends who talk behind my back,don’t respond to texts for months [or weeks? Come on,you do have your phone. Answer it.],who can’t find time for the person,who always bitch about random stuff I,by the way,like; Who has completely 0 common interests with me,who are aggnorant or hypocrites. Not to mention those friends who’d try to change who I am for who they think I should be. Why don’t you start with yourself. Let’s see how it goes then.

And nobody’s ever that busy. No one. Never. Like,seriously.  I believe this theory that if you like the person,you’ll find that one moment. For those of you who truly know me,you guys know I say this alot. And you know it’s true because I am sure you,yes you,have at least once avoided someone by just telling them ”you’re busy” when really,you’re just chilling; It’s not even an excuse,it’s in a way,lying. And bad news for you champ,I don’t tolerate it.

I’m not actually saying I have never done so myself; But at least I feel bad about it and try to make it up for the people. At least for a moment,I feel like I’ve been a bad person. Not like you all who think that the sun is shining out of your *** so you can do whatever you want,because someone will always stick with you anyway.

And I apologize for the relatively big amount of censoure used in the last sentence. I was just explaining my point. Whatever.

Cursing is bad though. FYI.

And I wouldn’t want a friend who’d never be here for me,would you? I think pretty much nobody would want that. Because we all crave to be loved and cared about,so I don’t even think I need to say anything more. You just know what I’m talking about and I’m sure you’d feel the same.

I don’t like doing make-up because I strongly believe it hides the real features a girl has.

Make-up tutorials? They don’t interest me.

But I still do it time after times because… Well,because we live in a society where the looks are everything and once you don’t have those,you’re out of the game.

Do I feel comfortable in all of those layers of lipsticks and mascara and foundation? I don’t. And that is why I encourage you to think about is make-up really what makes you confident and beautiful? And if it is – I actually know some people for who it is like that – I’m not judging you,because everyone’s different. I’m just saying how I personally look at it.  Period.

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With all of this,I’m not saying I’d be better than all of you,I’m really not. Everyone has their flaws,their issues,their dark sides but I just want to get rid of mine. Sincerely,I do. And if writing down how I really feel will help me to do that at least the smallest bit – I‘m doing it. 

Once again,this post is for me,about me,by me. Everything here is strongly personal and not neccessarely normal maybe,but that is who I am,that is how I think.

And by the way,to those who’ve been asking,I don’t like writing in latvian language and I most likely won’t do that for the next kabillion pointless posts I’ll write. Because unlike some people,I like to live more cosmopolite and writing in english just expands my readers group. Here,I’ve said it. No latvian texts on here. At least not for now anyway.

And if you think what I said here was crazy,good you didn’t hear the thoughts I kept to myself.

Peace.

 

By the way,Alexa is short for my middle name which is Alexandra,which I like using better than my 1st name. How about that.

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WANT TO BE HEALTHY? THERE’S AN APP[LE] FOR THAT!

You know how those people always complain –

  •   ”Oh,I wanna be healthier! Should I put this burger down?”
  • “I wanna look like Miranda Kerr on a diet!”
  • “I’m so stressed about my figure that I can’t even eat a BigMac today!”

People,it’s summer. Let’s face it,it’s too late to go on a diet now,because I’m pretty sure you’ll only gain some visible effects from it arround the time Jesus will resurrect. And really,what’s the point of starving yourself? Love your body and embrace it as it comes,because – and you can believe it or not,but either way this is true – if you love yourself,others will,too.

Seriously guys,just eat an apple and go lovin’ your life,because that’s the only one you’ve got.

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