Una's birthday party

Hey cookie monsters. Una's birthday party was aaaawesomeeee (high piched voice)! We went to a really great restaurant downtown, Una, her (hot hot hot) cousin B, her best friend Sara (not my Sara) and her boyfriend Stefan, and a bunch of others. Anyway, we laughed and danced and fooled around, and at some point Una opened my present, the sexy lingerie, so we made a new (actually succesful this time) comercial for bras ("There are two types of bras... the ones who can be easily taken of and the ones who can't be easily taken of"). At some point the restaurant closed, and we just walked through the city. Una and I have this plan for a long time, to just into a fountain in downtown, and last night we finaly did it. About 20 guests just started running through the water. It was amazing! Anywas, her hot cousin B kinda liked me, and he was amazing (exept being sexy he was also very nice and funny) but I just didn't feel the sparks fly that much. I came home about 4 am, and i had to go to Tina's with Sofia in the morning, so i turned my alarm clock... outside of my bedroom. I woke up about 10 and was really late, but i made it. At Tina's new apartment (which is the most beautiful apartment i have ever seen, especially her room) we made pancakes and plans for the new school year. I can't believe we're starting on Monday! I go to school with Tina, Sofia and Una, exept Una is two years older than us. My bathtub is fool guys, I gotta go! Stay tooned

How I went to a barbeque party, failed to make a cock comercial and made a bonfire in my kitchen

Here's an update to the chaotic life of Nina:

So, yesterday's barbeque was awesome. Kristina's musician friends came and brought a guitar, and we just chilled, swam in the river, sang together, danced and played poker later. Remember my previous post about believing God has a thing torturing me and that a black cloud is following me? And how i shouldn't leave the house for days? Well i was right. So, yesterday i was already late for the barbeque, since my favourite cousin came (love you little bug) and i succeeded in quickly picking a perfect outfit. So, while i washing my hand already wearing a beautiful pale mint asimetric muslin dress the sink exploded at me. So i, running like a fly without it's head, ran and changed my outfit, but my new dress ripped while i was trying to wear it. So i finaly settled with a denim Zara shorts and a Fishbone white summer shirt, my beige flats and a big, brown-beige printed bag. I ran to the marina, but i missed the boat for the other side. So i finally found, running around like crazy, a drunk old man who almost kille us both, but i finally made it to the barbeque, where Kristina was already thinking of some pretty scary ways to torture me for being so late. And I had to go soon, since Sara was coming to see me, and soon Una joined too. We watched a bunch of love comedies mourning about our love life for hours, so i can't really tell how we got to the point of filming a comercial for cocks (no, you dirty mind, a real feathery cock. You know, those evil creatures. I hate cocks by the way because one attacted me and kicked the shit out of me when i was a kid.) In that filming we broke my seagull statue (well, we couldn't find anything that resembles a cock more than the seagull. We first used a teddy bear.) So i'm filming, and Una is eroticly (ok, maybe it got a little kinky, but not in a zoophilic way) taking the seagull, and it just breaks in her hand. Next try: we find an actual chicken toy, and Una makes an enterance in the video with the chicken and my guitar, playing it. She places the guitar on my bed and just when she reached the best part of the cock-monologue (god that sounds so wrong) the guitar falls from the bed and pretty much breaks. By 1 am we didn't make one succesful cock comercial (so, so wrong). About 1 am we decided to cook, and placed burgers on my kitchen barbeque. I was taking a watermelon out of the fridge, and Sara, being nice as usual, tried to help me. Did i ever mention i'm really, really clumsy? I droped it on her fingers. A whole watermelon. So we take Sara who is crying and laughing at the same time to the terase, and we just sit there singing the 60's hits and looking at the stars. We started at planing our future weddings, and just after we reached the topic of human existence we smelled something strange. Was something on fire? Yes it was. We ran to the kitchen and found our burgers... on fire. Not just fire, we had a freakin bonfire in my kitchen. So Una screamed, Sara tried to put it out, and i wasn't even yelling, i just sounded like an old woman having sex. So we put the fire out, and found our burgers who were the size of a necklace medallion and black as cock's soul (the feathery one). But we didn't give up on our late supper, we decided to make vanilla cream. I was mixing it with a mixer when Una thought it would be funny to set the mixer on it's highest level of power. That mixer is as old as the Bible, and that probobly wasn't such a good idea. It ended with the cream all over the kitchen and us. We just stared at each other, and then we started histericly laughing. We took the huge bowl with cream and three spoons, we sat on the floor, and started eating. One of my regular nights. So, today i was at a fitting of my new shirt, it's made of black saten, it won't have a cleavage, the collar will be pointy and it will have ivory pearls over it. It will be done at Saturday, i can't wait to post a picture here. I'm also going to Una's birthday tonight, it will be so aaaawesomeee (high piched voice). I bought her some beautiful intimissimi lingerie. That's it for today folks! Stay tooned :))

My closest friends

Still not sober folks? Good for me. So, since i'm going to bore you with my personal life for a long time i thought i could write a list of my friends, so you could understand more easily (easier?) just what nonsence i'm going through. I know that probobly nobody actually reads this exept of really drunk people or the ones looking for porn, but who gives a damn. Here we go:

-Kristina: my best friend since we were six. Incredibly stubborn, funny, and really really tall. She is probobly the person who knows me best, and who dreams of killing me most often. You know those friends acting like an old married couple? That's us. She adores anything chocolate (like, really really adores), hip hop music, and she plays the piano perfectly. She's also very talented in drawing, and is my personal painter since childhood.

-Sara: my amazing friend, sweet and adorable beyond all mesures. She's the kind, caring person who always takes care for everyone and never gets mad, just a little angel. Loves flowers and swimming. We share a passion in fashion (it rhimes) and baking. While she's at housework and cooking, i literally can't boil an egg. But i'm still enthusiastic about it!

-Una: another great friend. We often declare each other as "soulmates". Una and Sara were already friends when i invited them on a dinner party. Everything was lovely and... proper, when i started talking about my idea of perfect love, and in the second Una just jumped. Until the end of the night (and morning) it turned out Una and i shared every crazy thought in our heads. She's a writer, just like me, very passionate, hillarious, crazy (good crazy), romantic and sensetive.

-Chuck: is my male best friend. It's possible. We kinda liked each other a long time ago, but realised we weren't ment to be a couple, so we setteled being friends, and it worked out better that anyone else could have expected. He is a math genius, and made a couple of famous video games. He's sarcastic and funny, and incredibly good. He isn't capable of hating, and is patient and down to earth. Best description of him? A perfect husband.

-Tina: my great friend from highschool. She is kinda like Sara, the sweetest and kindest person you can't imagine, exept Sara is more mommy-like, and nurturing. Tina is very inocent and romantic, and is a very talented dancer.

-Sofia: another friend from highschool, she, Tina and i always go out together. While Tina is a little angel, Sofia is a little, yet adorable devil. She's a fun party girl, and a ballerina (she lived in Russia for two years in a special ballet boarding school for the most talented), and loves reading, just like me. We share love for books and party planing.

 

So, these are my closest friends. Stay tooned :))

Why my life sucks and why i started believing God exist (This sounds like an emo-religious-freak blog. It's not. I hope so.)

Hello, anybody drunk enough to read this. I'm agnostic since i was... 12? And until now i was pretty satisfied with my decision. I can't believe in something i've never seen, but i still think there must be something bigger than this world. If there isn't, then we're just fucked. But, from today i believe there's something out there (ok, ok... God.) No, don't freak out, this is not one of those religious freak blogs, I won't try to save your soul/make you sacrifice an animal on your bed. No, this is, for now, a self-pity blog. I believe God exist becouse there is NO WAY that these things are happening to me by coincidence. What things? These things:

-Being on a constant bloody diet and gaining kilograms

-Finaly finding perfect pair of pants (if you think it's easy, it's not, because a) I don't wear pants, i'm a skirt and dresses kind of girl, and b) they are Zara black jeans with a black velvet baroque pattern) and leaving them on the cash register for 5 FREAKING MINUTES while i went to get my money from the bank (they were REALLY expensive. "Sell you kidney and still can't buy them" expensive. It important because, as you might have already guessed, something will happen to them) and when i got back, i bought them, everythings fine... but when i got back home it turned out they accidentally swiched them. For the smallest number. Ok, mistakes happen, i call the shop, and they tell me to come back tomorrow to swich them. So i come back, and they tell me all the 36es were sold. In a day. Ok, no big deal, i'll just wait for a few day until their shipment of clothes comes. And I waited, and called, and yes, the clothes are there... all exept my pants.

-Liking a guy after a long, LONG time, and being rejected on the worst possible way (*annoying teenage voice* he was nice and charming and he made me laugh... No really, i have pretty bad experience with love. Pretty bad. And after 3 YEARS i actually liked someone. I'm not a snorlax forever alone, I'm picky. For days he repeated how much he likes me, how great i am, and i usually wouldn't believe but he's kind of a perfect boyfriend prototype, and just when i letted my guard down, he fell in love with his best friend's girlfriend. Who friendzoned him. Haha.)

Beside that i can't even go to the kitchen without cutting myself (i was pouring juice and now i have 3 stiches on my hand. It's possible.), i fell while walking in my own apartment, and an angry pigeon attacted me while i was going to the shop. I guess the old man is lying on a fluffy cloud up there, poing a finger on me and laughing (Nelson Muntz from the Simpsons laugh). But, i'm an optimist, i've always been an optimist (i think being a pesimist is  a luxury i can't afford.), and i'm finding things to be happy about. So sitting in my bathtub and reading Elle is good enough for me. I've decided not to go out in the next couple of days, i like living too much. My best friend Kristina's todays party is an exeption. She's throwing a barbeque by the river on her raft, and her friends the musicians (she's a pianist) are coming with a guitar and boose. It's gonna be aaaawesomeee (read it in high piched voice, that's how i say it). And my friend Sara is coming tonight, so we'll probobly vegetate and watch Moulin Rouge for the 100th time until 3 am, as per usual. Maybe today won't be that bad :)) And the highlight is just sitting here and browsing fashion magasines with my favourite cousin. I love you little bug <3

Stay tuned guys :) or just get sober. Seriously.

Nina