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A little about my birthday

In other news,it’s my birthday soon! Which is both amazing and tragic,concidering how it always goes. And it doesn’t go well,I can tell you that.

I am pretty positive that nobody will remember and even the ones who will…. Like,what’s the easiest way to wish somebody a ‘happy birthday’? Via Facebook,ofcourse! So I will most likely get no texts and no calls,just a f*#king wall post saying “Happy Birthday”. How classy is that.

Another thing is,I don’t really celebrate that stuff. Like,birthdays are pretty much dead to me. I am not emo or emotionally destructive,I just don’t really see the point of celebrating,I guess. Alright,that probably is emotionally destructive but HEY! You’re not the boss of me,I do whatever I want. Yee-ah! Did that just sound bad-ass or am I really that socially awkward?

Socially awkward,oh wow,that didn’t really make sense,did it.

Anyways.

And DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED on having a giant birthday cake. I don’t even eat cake! My parents,however,always insist I have one,so I usually end up stuffing my mouth full of it,just enough to make them smile. And yes,I know I’m a good kid,thank you.

So,with all this,I’m just going to say – F  U,18! And F-U very,very much.

Alexa has spoken.

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So,I got a meeting today. Oh Em Gee.

I’m going to a meeting (date?) with a guy.

We met on the Internet.

We’re meeting today.

What’s the worse that can happen?

So,here in my place,we have this local social networking site where everybody knows everyone through common friends,neighbours,classmates etc etc etc. It’s basically like,you can even not be related to that person but you have like 16 common friends and unintentionally,you even know half of that person’s family.

But this time it was not really like that,though.

We don’t have common friends and that’s kind of awkward actually. However,during these short few months we’ve communicated – online and on the phone though – and I feel like I know at least 70% about that person already so I guess it’s about the time we take it to the next level and meet up,right? For crying out loud,we’re from the same city. It couldn’t be that bad.

But then again,do I really know what I’m doing? Do I? I’m not sure about it myself.

Pfft. Too late to cancel,though. And it’s not like we’re meeting during the night in a filthy bar full of shady people,right? It’ll be day time,perfectly normal,full of people,it shall be just fine. Right?

In any way,if I don’t come back to this blog within few days – well… You guys know what I was doing today.

Yikes. I really regret writing that last sentence,it’s depressing the sh*t out of me right now.

Talk to you later,guys!

And by the way,does any of you have like a dating experience where you have met through the Net? Please comment and tell me because honestly,I just need to hear.

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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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IT’S PICTURE TIMEEE!

I realised I haven’t changed my profile picture in my social networking sites for ages! For a few weeks,to be [more] realistic.

And now I’m just thinking,how do you guys usually pose for that stuff? Do you have like a signature sign or you just click ACTION and hope for the best? Because that is mostly what I do.

Except those times when I click by accident.

In those pictures I mostly look like a retarded whale on a crack. In Hawaii. Wearing a shirt that’s been made in China. Doing a peace sign. Or at least a half of it anyway.

I personally think you have to be really photogenic for that stuff. I mean,there’s those people who look good in reality but their pictures are like “Whaaaat?” and there’s those people who maybe,ummm,aren’t so attractive in real life but in pictures they’re like:

So,geeesh,truth to be told,I’m from the un-photogenic ones. Although sometimes a miracle happens and the pictures turn out pretty great,most of the time it’s just crap. What about you all,any tips ‘n tricks for a future model superstar? Always welcome!

Alright,I’m out for some alone time with me and my camera. Oh yeaahhh,it’s PICTURE TIMEEE!

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FINDING NEW SHOES IS [NOT] A ROCKET SCIENCE!

CODE RED,everyone!

I need new shoes for the summer but it’s actually really hard to find something what wouldn’t be overpriced or what I’d really like buying. When I walk into the store,I’m always like “boring… boring… boring…. CUTE,WANT!” and then I look at the price,immediately put the shoe down and walk away slowly as if nothing would have happened.

In fact,I’m convinced that price tags were invented to rip away people’s dreams.

I’m going to give it another shot sometime this weekend though and who knows,maybe this time I’ll find THE ones? And if not… I guess I’ll just have to keep on looking.

That’s the misery of life,everyone.

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SOMEONE HERE IS A BIG TIME BLOGGER

This is how it always starts,you guys. With a good TV show,that is. You see,whenever you watch a movie or a certain show and see the characters doing some really cool stuff,you get the impression that you could actually pull off the exact same thing. Then you get all-inspired and worked up with energy and enthuziasm that you almost think – Heck yeah,this thing is really going to work. That is how people make stupid decisions. And that is how this blog was made.

However,I believe there’s no way back anymore…. Well,there is,ofcourse,I could just deactivate this thing,log out of the Internet,shut down the laptop,set it on fire,burry the exhibits,crawl down under a rock and pretend that this has never happened. Pfft. I honestly don’t know what would be harder,starting a blog or doing all the things listed below. Ålright,now it’s just awkward.

So,I guess,without a further ado… Let the blogger games begin!

Or something.

I’m taking a nap.

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