Around here today:). Did my nails professionally for the first time in my almost 29 years. It looks ok, but I ruined one nail trying to cut the bread. Nevertheless, I’m a lady:). I also had my hair done, I look like a dumb kid:), but this is alright, I guess my moral needed a change of look. And I do everything for my moral, I hate it when it’s down.
This is my first weekend off alone. I do nothing. I have plenty to do, the house is a mess, the cat is bored and lonely, the pile of books to read is waiting, and the pile of movies to watch as well, but I can’t seem to want anything. I read blogs, google people and smoke.
Somehow I feel English is limiting me. I wish I could write in Romanian, although I’m afraid it could be a disaster. This feeling lasts since high school when I wrote a piece on one of Oriana Fallaci’s books, “If the Sun dies”. Both my parents decided it was unpublishable. Nobody since then encouraged me to write, although I liked it, I couldn’t live without it. C has a great talent, too bad he is not using it. I made me even more frustrated I couldn’t write. And now..I guess it’s too late, I’m too damn busy to concentrate on anything. Even on ME.
I’ll go back to doing nothing now. Maybe I’ll end up doing something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Around here today:). Did my nails professionally for the first time in my almost 29 years. It looks ok, but I ruined one nail trying to cut the bread. Nevertheless, I’m a lady:). I also had my hair done, I … Continue reading