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 18^th birthday on August 1^st.

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 7^th 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 1^st 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?

 

I do like watermelons… But not this one.

So,I was eating watermelon the other day and it’s always a mess when it comes to:

1) cutting it,so you wouldn’t cut a piece of your hand with it;

2) eating it,so it wouldn’t drop all over your shirt,your mouth,your hands… Like,everywhere basically!

And then I saw this video on Tumblr (because I tracked the “watermelon” tag the other day. So what,some people track even weirder things there,so this is nowhere creepy yet) and it’s like… I do like watermelons but I would never in my life eat one,which would be served like this.

Enjoy the video,guys!

And I know it’s gross and all,so…. You’re welcome.

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.

Random confession: I don’t even work out. Like,AT ALL. And here’s why

Hey you guys!

As you know I’ve had a writers block for the past few weeks (or am I supposed to say days? I don’t even know for how long am I doing this bad! Is that weird?) and I couldn’t say I’ve gotten  better.  Big surprise there!

ANYWAYS,random question for you,my fellow bloggers: Do you guys exercise? Like,at all? And exercising your fingers by typing in the computer does NOT count.

To be honest,I don’t. Which probably is bad for me but here’s my reason why I don’t do shit: Because every single friggin’ time after I go and work out,I feel  this giant anger and sadness instead of satisfaction and positive exhaustion and that just blocks me inside.

Am I the only one?
Because everyone,and I mean everrrryone I know, says I am. Ugh. In that case,what is wrong with meh?

I’ve always been skinny from nature,so I wouldn’t need to excercise to be thin,I’d rather go and work out to build some muscles and gain some strenght. Y’know?  But when I go,it’s like,I have no problem running or riding the bike at the gym but I just don’t feel it,I don’t feel the satisfaction which you are supposed to get after a nice lil’ workout.

And needless to say,music doesn’t really help me with it,either.

So,yup my friends,do you feel my pain?

By the way,I am way too obsessed with the word “skinny” these days. BLAME THE 21st CENTURY.

I think I’m just going to start working out at home or something,one step at a time,and let’s see what happens. I’ll keep you guys updated!

Untill then… then.

You guys! Watch this and smile :)

If this video won’t completely re-define your standarts of a perfect proposal then I don’t know what or who ever will.

Someone on Facebook sent me a link to this video and can I just wow…. Magical things do happen in this life and by magical I mean – true love happens,guys. I wish all the best to these two crazzzy people and I just hope their marriage will last a lifetime! ❤

And the song is just… mind = blown.

Sometimes being a teenager makes you wanna die.

“sometimes being a teenager makes you want to die.”

I heard this phrase on AWKWARD and actually thought it was kind of powerful.

‘Cause really,sometimes as a teen you do want to die – without even concidering the awful and sad effect that it’d leave on your beloved ones,friends and all other people who care about you – because sometimes,just sometimes it gets too much. It just does.

I’ve been there,I’ve felt that.

And you know what,I try and try to go on and pretend like I never think of those things – knowing that I would never be powerful enough to cut my own life like that – but in fact,I do. Everyone does,from some point!

I am sick and tired of feeling the way I do and I feel like that pretty much every week, at least once. You see,the funny thing is,it does get better. You know how they say “time heals” but what they don’t tell is that when it does get better,there will eventually come that moment when it’ll get worse again. And then better. And then back to bad. And then better. And then,eventually,it’ll all be bad all over again… That’s something I can say from my own experiences,unfortunately.

I’m a fighter by nature,grown in a family of strong woman,but I also have a fragile side,which I don’t show too often but sometimes I guess I should – just enough to let people know it’s not always as perfect and nice as it seems to be from other people’s perspective.

Here,I’ve said it.

In any way,what I’m trying to tell here in a very weird and twisted way is – don’t do anything to yourself without thinking about it clearly. Because really,is there a way back after? There isn’t,as sad as it is. And it will get better – and I’m not saying it won’t get worse again within a few weeks,months,years,but all we  can do is just hope that by the time the bad stuff will come up again,we’ll know a better and more responsible way to handle them.

SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. Like,EVER.

Who knows,maybe eventually we’ll get older & wiser,or some shit like that.

Alexa has spoken.

Peace.

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It’s official,I am having a writers block. 

Can you even have a writers block when all you do is just write a …blog!?

Well,you can and this is all happening to me right now.

IT’S ALL HAPPENING.

In any way,here’s a beautiful gif of my beloved Sebastian Stan (hitting his head against what seems to be a weird-shaped pillow) to brighten your day. Did that just depressed you enough?

Life is hard,you guys.

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So,long story short,I’ve been running arround town lately,doing a bunch of stuff (a.ka nothing at all) and in fact,I’m going away for the weekend,as well! Sounds fun? Does it? Well,I’m just gonna be going  to grandmas. Nothing that special. Cries.

In any way,I’m watching Gossip Girl in an hour,and ofcourse,yes I’ve seen every episode already,thankyouverymuch for reminding that to me constantly (yeah,you know who you are) but I just love that show,it’s…. it’s Gossip Girl,okay?!

And it’s on my local TV within an hour,so now you guys know what I’ll be doing approximately 60 minutes from now.

 

Alright,I guess I’ll talk to you guys soon (with ‘you guys’ I just mean all my imaginary friends on Twitter,Tumblr on Facebook – I love you!),so stay safe,don’t do drugs,do your laundry and eat chicken. Because heck yeah,chicken tastes gooooood.

 

Political Animals premiered tonight. ALL THE SEBASTIAN FEELS!

…Because that is what it was – pure perfection. The cast (SIGOURNEY! And Sebastian,too! Let me love you!!),the plot,the entire pilot was great,there’s not really much else I could say. Well,there are a few things but who am I kidding,I’m not really capable of writing it all down,at least not today anyway.

Mhm. But I seriously need to get my shit together and write a proper review later.

For now though,I’m just going to snuggle under my blanket and cry because of all this perfection.

And yup,I’m going insane. Deal with it.

 

 

And YES,this post has 2 gifs. BECAUSE IT DESERVES

My very personalised “Political Animals” appreciation post.

What is it with those fandoms that everyone always thinks that some certain celebrity is their husband or wife? I mean,he’s mine,obviously. Get over it. (But jk,really) (I just wanted to use this “Awkward” gif,y’all)

With that being said,it’s less than A DAY left till Political Animals go on in the USA. I mean… Sebastian Stan as a drug addicted yet totally adorable politican’s son? I’d tap that. And I’d tap that hard.

Here,I said it.

Alright,so if we pretend that I am not totally embarassed about what I just wrote,I’ve came to a conclusion that I finally have to take some action with my Sebastian obsession.

I think I’m sending a fanmail to him. Who knows,maybe I’ll receive a reply one day?

I’d bet that day will be  like Christmas.

Actually,the other day I thought about how many celebrity crushes I’ve had  (husbands,as I prefer to call them) – I’ve went from Zac Efron to Chace Crawford,to Chris Evans to Sebastian Stan. And I’m not even 18 yet.

Here’s a random thought: I love how people on Tumblr don’t judge you for your obsessions. I mean,someone likes Glee cast,someone likes Britney and someone likes pretty food pictures and all of that is okay – on Tumblr,they like you for who you are (which,most likely,is a crazy nerd freak who spends his time reblogging some deeply pointless shit.) And the best part is – you don’t have to fight over anybody,because we can all share!
It’s not like that person knows we even exist anyway.

And with all that being said,once again – sdlkfjdlkfgjb lgkyujlktjglflkjv lfkl monday morning (when I’ll be able to download it here,hopefully!),Y U SO FAR?

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.