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Cynic - B!tchDon't hate the singer, hate the song.
2007/8/26 UpdateNot much. New job. Had b/f. Got rid of b/f. Happee. Looking for new job maybe. Still like job though. Went to BG a second time. Loved it. Came home. Wanna move abroad. On internet. Bored. 2006/3/22 Delayed...Ok so.
We're moving to Wales!
Wahey.
Craig Y Don, Llandudno, Rhos on Sea area.
Life est bon.
2006/2/15 PAIN IN THE ARSEI FUCKING HATE MY SISTER.
I couldn't sleep till 6am. I actually could not. I wasn't at all tired. Ad didn't end up getting to sleep till later. And it's now 11:14 and I have been FUCKING PESTERED since 10am. Consequently the bitch can go fuck herself 'cause I'm in bed still, just on the laptop.
Yes, I know she's 8. But she's fucking evil.
She is, I swear.
You christians wanna know the fucking second coming is here? I have the fucking Anti-Christ living in my damn house.
Anyway, as a result I hate everything and everyone. With the exception of a limited few people.
When we move (We're moving to Wales btw), I'm sticking a lock on my bloody door.
That way I can actually get some privacy.
And my parents wonder why I stay up past them? I have no privacy.
Nothing in my room is private, whatsoever.
Martha digs through it all.
I can't have my own personal space. I just miss going into my own bedroom, chilling, watching t.v just sitting back and chilling.
And I can't fucking do that anymore.
Not until 11/12pm when the oldies piss off to bed. And even then I've still got Daniel downstairs (this week at least) and David wondering about.
I could drive a fucking hammer through someone's head atm.
AGH.
On the plus side.
We're moving to Wales.
Well, not really a plus. But eh, it's new.
My Dad has finally decided to settle down in a job and we're finally joining him.
Which is shocking tbh with you.
I'm trying to decide what to do with my life. And I'm going to a big decision myself.
I'm obviously going to go to Wales and work myself. Then when I've paid my parents the money I owe them, and saved up a considerable amount of money. I'm considering going to Paris (or elsewhere) to live for a year. Which is a bizarre idea, non? But I would love to learn french, and as they say, no better way than to throw one's self in.
Gareth will help me before, of course.
Obviously this won't be for another year at the least. But I'm warming to the idea. At least I'll get out of this godforsaken country for a while, and who knows maybe forever if I love it.
Call it a need for the beginning of my own journey.
Also France is cheap flights to the UK. ;) Ryan Air.
It's gonna be a while, but if I can do it and I get support, I'll do it.
Either that or travel Europe for a year, but I think I'd rather settle and earn than travel and spend. Well, maybe if a win a million I might do the latter.
Then again if I won a million, I'd buy the whitebrick dream house in London.
So.
Hm.
Anyway, I've calmed a lot more now.
This is why I love MSN space.
I'm off to brew some more, then fully wake up.
Aided by Katatonia - Criminals.
Gracee
2006/2/7 Pain.Why does it hurt when the human skin is torn?
Why were we created so that we can feel pain?
Why, if we cut ourselves does it hurt?
I'm just wondering.
But why does emotional pain hurt more than physical?
I randomly thought of this when I was digging my nail (quite randomly) into the palm of my hand. And as an overthinker, it just occured to me.
Random? Abso-fuckin-lutely, ladies and gentlemen!
Gracee
x 2006/2/1 Old People.I'm applying to work at an Old People's Home. And for some strange reason, I really want the job. Let alone the fact it will see me over for a while, but I think, ignoring the fact you need get down and gritty etc. I really would enjoy it.
I told myself last night I was going to stop smoking for a week...
I'm smoking as I write.
I think my writing is coming back to me, because I feel the need to be creative.
So, I'm going to go be creative.
Gx 2006/1/30 Bulgaria Installement - Final.So, the end to one of the best weeks of my life is here. And I'm writing this on the plane (which by the way, I nearly missed). I can hear you laughing and sighing out of pity, but it was honestly not mine nor D's fault.
So, in regards to the last couple of days:
Wednesday we went shopping!! And D admitted it wasn't half as bad as he thought it might be. I actually dislike shopping with other people, especially men, they just don't get it! We went to a few shops and I got some little bits and bobs but spending 60 Lev (not that much, but still) on DKNY perfume, I thought I'd better calm down from there on. We went to a shopping centre and stayed in there mainly because of the warmth. Finally the walking around got to us and our stomachs. Not being ones to disobey our stomachs (though my lack of control shows more than his...), we decided it was time to eat. So Damian decided on a cafe close to where we ate dinner the previous night. Infact. It was next door. But anyway. Damian had a sandwich and I had a Queen Africa. - Chocolate Covered pancake served with fruit, icecream, cream, and more chocolate. It was gorgeous! A bit sickly by the end of it, but hey, it was Chocolate!
Kal, the friend who woke us up at 11am, had organised from us and some more of Damian's Uni friends to go to a typical Bulgaria resturant that night. We had about 3 1/2 hrs to go, so we decided to stay in the cafe and talk. And we did so for about an hour and a half. We had, over the holiday, probably more serious conversations than either of us suspected, but it was good. We weighed them out at any rate. We were still in the cafe with 2 hours to go, so as we couldn't be arsed to wait around, we paid the bill, walked out and along to where the taxis were, in the freezing cold weather and got a taxi home. We then just chilled out, chatted, smoked and got the taxi (again) to the resturant.
The resturant was in a basement completely decorated out in tradition Bulgarian decor and items, with a band in the corner playing Traditional Bulgarian Music. ... Which Damian insists was Chalga.
Having looked at the menu, aswell as the english one, I still had no idea what to order, and Damian was being no help, so I handed it to Kal and asked him to order for me. Between him and Michael, they spent enough time ordering and in the end did themselves justice. For starters I had a salad, cucumber, tomato, Celery sprinkled with Bulgarian Cheese. You have to douse this in Oil and Vinegar, and again, not having a clue as to how much to put on, I handed it to Kal and he did the work. After that came the Main course. Which when it turned up, I was nervous as hell. I had absolutely no idea as to what the fuck it was. It appeared in a traditional Bulgaria pot on a plate that still had fire around it. He gave me an empty bowl, and attempted to open this pot next to me. The worrying thing was when he had to take it away and open it. Of course, when it came back, it turned out to be a Bulgarian casserole thing. Veg and meat. It again was divine. Kal had done very well with his choices. **EDIT** And the part I completely forgot and should have mentioned was that when the waiter came to clear my dish, he asked me if I'd finished. And I said "Yes, Thank you." Anyway, so the waiter picks it up and looks to Kal, and in Bulgarian asks "Would you like to finish it off?" Kal's face goes from shock to... "Absolutely!" It was brilliant. I have a photo of it on my phone. And I forgot also, (can you tell Kal is reminding me?) that at one part during the night, when the live music was playing, half of the table started singing along. Iit was funny as hell. They absolutely love the music and Kal especially was enjoying himself completely. At one point the singer came over and I can hear Damian beside me going "Oooh hell no. I'm so sorry." I just laughed. Kal is very proud of his Bulgarian culture and history and food, of course! He also insists the music playing was not Chalga. For the record **EDIT**
We gave the club a miss that night mainly because I was so tired and not up to it, and neither was D. So we went back, chatted a lil. And then he went to bed. At least he nearly did, I had a lil bit of a downer so he stayed up and chatted to me for a while. And then he went to bed. I stayed up for a while talking to Wouter then called it a night. 7am, D was up and getting ready and had left to attend his exam at 8am. ... which apparently didn't actually start till 9am. I woke up and saw him after he got back. We stayed in the living room, chatting, smoking, and complaining we weren't awake enough. And then he had to go to another exam. I tidied up a lil in his absense, but when things were done, I was tired, so I went back to bed. I woke up to D opening the door.
-You been sleeping?
-No, no. Just resting my eyes.
So again, we sat down and chatted and smoked and chatted. This time about music, programming, etc. And then came bitch gracee time.
Damian had an exam the next day which he had to revise for. Not heavily, but just enough to remind him. I was on the computer and he was in the living room reading a magazine. I spent about the next half an hour walking in saying "Revising, D.You need to do it." "5 more mins!!" "5, then you study." "Yes, Mum!"
When he finally collapsed on the bed, I found out how to make him suffer. And then again, after about 15mins of "5 more mins... please?" "No!" he gave in and started working.
When he got to the 3rd Republic, he decided enough was enough for the time being and that we needed to go to the store anyway. So we got wrapped up and walked to the store. I didn't realise what time it was until he said "We must look weird, going to the store at 5 to midnight.." "What?" "It's 5 to midnight." "My gawd, I thought it was like 9 or something." We get to the store and spend about 5 mins attempting to decide what to have for dinner. Until I say "I sense Pasta..." "Pasta!! What an excellent idea!"... So we bought that and some Victory Cigarettes!! Which I can safely say are the foulest cigarettes ever.
He made pasta, we ate it, and then went online and chatted for a bit. Damian went to bed early and I stayed up talking to Wouter till a lil after 5am.
Final day: I woke up at 12pm when Damian came into my room. He'd gone to his exam and come back and had a nap. With only 4 hours to go we sat in the living room, smoked, drank coffee and tried to wake up. D put a bunch of DnB tracks on my MP3 and Lock Stock and Snatch on CD for me. We called a taxi and got stuck in traffic on our way to the airport. We get to the airport, check in and D stays with me until I need to go through customs. Which turns out not be at 3:40pm as it should have been. Nor 4pm (with 20 mins to go). So thinking this a lil odd, I go to the Bulgaria Air desk and ask "When is the London flight departing?" "18 something..." .."18 something?" "18:40"...
Oh.
"Damian!!... Erm, slight problem. My flight isn't leaving until 18:40."
So we went out for a cig and tried to establish what the hell to do. We gave in and decided on the cafe upstairs.
Where again we just chatted, took videos, photos and when it got to about 17:45, D needed to move as his ass was falling asleep. Again, it got to 18:00 and nothing had come up on the board, so we went to the desk and asked what was going on. We didn't get to ask till about quarter past. Which she replied "Oh they're already on the plane"... Oh THANK YOU!
So we rush to customs, which was all of about 15m. It was taking too long, so we pushed in and jumped the queue. Which btw crime doesn't pay. That took till about 25 past. And then getting past Passport control was even longer. As soon as I got the desk I heard "Would Grace Bomken, Grace Bomken on the London flight, please make her way to Gate 6." I saw Damian waiting and blew him a kiss and rushed. As soon as I was on the bus I sent him a text and that was that.
The holiday was over. But it only became completely over when our plane's wheels hit London Gatwick. It was the first time I didn't like the idea of being back on home soil. At any rate, it was a fantastic week. And I couldn't have asked for it any differently.
I don't reccomend meeting just anybody online. I knew Damian for 4-5 years pre meeting him. And nothing was rushed. We spoke plenty times on the phone pre meeting and I had no doubts at all. Had I, I wouldn't have gone. I know of one other person I'd meet online, but he's validated through Damian. It was an incredible week and I miss Bulgaria a lot. And I suppppooosseee I miss Damian as well ;)
So that's it!
Bulgaria Installments Over.
xx
2006/1/25 Bulgaria Installment No.3Monday and Tuesday: Ok so. Monday was the day Damian was meant to be going to Uni. So I woke up at 12 all ready to go in there with cold water and wake him up. And what bloody happened? He was awake already. Do you realise how disappointing that was? But alas, he was up, it was a start. After waking up he made coffee, we had a morning cigarette and he had to get some work done. At about 1:30, he went to Uni to drop some essays off with a friend. Which left me with some time in the flat by myself. No, I decided, I'm not polite enough to not do anything, so I'll do the dishes (it's funny how quick you can fall in to that frame of mind). So I did the dishes. And what happened? Damian came back and told me off! Pfft, I tell ya, you try to help... But at any rate, I did them, so ha. When they got back, they sat in the living room for a bit and chatted whilst I watched a bit of Lock, Stock... And then D had to work on some essays, so we swapped. Later on, Michael left and just settled and chatted for a bit. Then the best bit came! I met Damian's Mum!! She is verrry pretty, and a fantastic person to chat with. Damian looks very like her, though he has traits of his father, he does certainly look like his Mother. Damian and I had decided we were going to go to the cinema that night. So we shared a cab with his Mum into Sofia, and then got out next to the complex with the cinema. Ok, so it was FUCKING FREEZING. We walked across the park, carefully not to trip over, to the shop (For cigs) and then onto this little resturant/cafe thing. Now, about 5 mins before we got into the cafe, Damian had insulted me or something, so I refused to talk to him for 5 or so mins. And when we got into the resturant, I was attempting to give him back a 5iver or 20 (LEV) for something, and he refused to take it. So there at this table, was the Damian trying to refuse money from some mute female. Good times. I ordered a chicken curry. Please note, this chicken curry was GORGEOUS. Very creamy though, and I didn't eat it all. But it was delicious none the less. So after -I- managed to pay for the meal, we walked all the way through the park again, carefully not to trip, to the cinema. And it was soooo cold. Though -I- had doubled my socks up, and suggested Damian should do the same, but noooo! He didn't, and who proved correct in the end? ME! (It's such a reoccuring theme this week). We had pre decided we were going to go and see Fun With Dick and Jane. So we got popcorn, water and tickets and went to the little theatre. Cinemas have about 3 sitting areas in them, and they sell alcohol. And I don't mean just the bottled type. You got Whiskeys and Brandy's up there aswell. I totally love the country so far... After the film, which by the way was only subtitled in Bulgarian, so I didn't have to struggle with what was going on, we went and got a cab and went back home. On the way, Damian stopped off and got some food and then we got back into the WARM flat. I tell you that's the best thing about this flat, you never walk in and think "My god, it's colder in here than it is outside." I remember the first night I got here when I saw the sheet on the bed I thought "I'm gonna die in my sleep tonight," and I didn't, because it was so bloody warm. Anyway. We chatted for a while and watched the Jay Leno Show (in which Damian established that Jay Leno has a huge head). It had Colin Firth on it, so I was very pleased. :D After that we decided to watch a film. So Damian persuaded me to watch Fight Club - 20 mins and then if you don't like it we can turn over. - But it's fight club!! - 20 mins, Gracee. That's it. - Fine. About 15 mins in - Is this all in the guys head? - ... - Well, is it? - How the fuck did you work that out? - It wasn't hard! The guy flickered on the screen at the beginning. - You're not meant to see that! - ... Well they shouldn't have put it on it. - Ok, there's no point watching this anymore. So he showed me his favourite clip and we decided to watch another film. I mean, come on! The guy flickers on at the beginning and the other one has insomnia, there has to be some level of madness here. But anyway, we put on "You Got Served." Which has some of the worst acting, lines and story lines in the world. However, the breakdancing is pretty decent. I did keep saying to D "Just remember we're really watching this for the end." We paused it half way through and guess what Damian made to eat! .. Can you guess? I can! Spaghetti. And Spaghetti is not pasta. Can we point this out? Anyway. So we had spaghetti and it was delicious! After the film, we went to bed. Tuesday morning. 11am. (Having gone to bed about... 4/5ish?) Imagine me half asleep on the bed, eyes closed, peaceful, suddenly into my conciousness comes -BANG BANG BANG - What the? - BANG BANG BANG - Oh god. - BANG BANG BANG Walk into D's room. - Damian, door! - Mmfhmg - Damian!! - Mmfhmg Look through the eye hole and there in all full and glory is Kay. Open the door. - Morning! And as much as I tried to wake up Damian, I failed. So, me and Kay were chatting until D woke up and then we all chatted some more. Both me and D half asleep. Kay went to the shops for us though. I certainly wasn't gonna go in the cold, so Kay went. And he was a darling and bought me some disposable razors. Of course with my money, but he still picked 'em up and bought 'em. So, Kay ate, we chatted some more and then he left about 1:30ish. And because of my sleep or lack of, I kinda fell into a bit of a mood. Which was odd, because if anyone was gonna fall into one, it weren't me! But at any rate, it passed when we went out to eat. Now, the temp in Bulgaria last night when we first went out was about -15C. Everytime I breathed in I could feel my insides freezing up. The resturant we went to had like a Botanical garden out in the back of it. It was nice and warm when we first arrived. And the food was divine. I had a chicken in mushroom sauce and I actually ate the bread with it this time. (Prev. night D had ordered bread with the meal, and I wasn't eating it -with- the meal.) After the meal, Damian took me to a nice quiet bar, which had brilliant decor in it. Red walls with black panneling and then Black and White prints up around it. Which started a conversation between us about art and the photos and what was going on in the photos, and what we liked about art (Which in my case was more than him...). We also had a huge serious dicussion. And when the bar closed neither of us were ready to go home. So we walked on to another bar, in the fuckin' freezin weather. We went into a louder but none the less classy bar based on Hollywood. Where serious went to absolute giggles. We discussed Lock Stock, Snatch, Belgium, England and their hand movements, French and Russian accents.. We left in a fit of giggles aswell. We got back and watched t.v. (again), then watched a film (again), this time we watched American History X, which is amazing, of course. Though I totally forgot about some of the scenes in it. At one point we opened the window because of the smoke, and it was rediculously cold. Even when we put the heater on afterwards, and we knew it was warm, we were still cold. That finished and suprise surprise D was hungry. So we got some food and had an evenin' meal... early morning meal. After eating we watched CNN and again, commented on the scary over maked up, no forehead, weird lips presenter... It was bizarre. And then went to bed. So, more updates due to come your way. Of course. Gx 2006/1/23 Bulgaria Installment No.2Well, today is Monday. (4 days left :( ). Yesterday was "lazy day." Well, more for me than Damian. I spent the day lying on the couch behind the computer reading my "trashy book." Which by the way, was one of the dirtiest romantics I've read in a while. "A Kept Woman" by Louise Bagshaw. I actually got a lil angry by it, which Damian heard about. The two main characters were just not getting it on! Anyway. Damian was trying to concentrate on his essays for Uni. It was one of those real relaxing days. And it was nice to not have to do anything. Damian was busy, I was reading and it was nice and calm. It's nice to know that being here I *hope* Damian doesn't feel obliged to continuously keep me entertained, and yesterday was as though we'd done this before? If anyone gets me.. (If I end up complimenting the bastard too much, people have permission to kick me. I can't let him know that I care for him -that- much. ;) ) 5 years of knowing someone, and having never met them, you'd expect it to be weird. But I can honestly say, it's no where near. Which I don't know if some people will understand or not. We decided against going downtown to eat last night and ordered in KFC. People deliever KFC here?!!? I mean, what the hell? It's just... ?! KFC! It was really nice... slightly cold as the guy got lost on his way here (though, Damian orders from them on a regular basis, so I'm still trying to work that one out.). And then we chatted for a while. Which was even better. Because we finally got some serious shit down. And more to the point, it was nice... Ok, so the subjects weren't "nice." But it was "nice" to be able to discuss these things in person. It wasn't weird. Just "different." And then, ladies and gentlemen. We watched "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels." (Can you see a reoccuring theme with the films?) Which was freakin' hilarious. I think I personally preferred it to Snatch, but that's because, as Damian did say to me, it's more British. And we finished the night off with several episodes of friends. ... I didn't realise how funny that programme actually is..? I would like to register my shock at Damian waking up at 11am. Of his own accord. I thought I'd have to go in all guns blazing, tipping ice cold water on him, or holding his nose so he couldn't breathe. And there he was.. Literally awake!? At any rate, he's currently off at Uni. And I have the flat to myself. (mauahaha).. I shoulda made him leave his key so he couldn't get back in... ... Ok, so I'm not that evil. It's fuckin' freezing outside. The snow has fallen again. It wasn't too bad the past coupla days.. But now, it's white. I'll finally get some photos today, because I haven't actually taken any yet... It's weird but I don't feel the ultimate need to. I don't think I comprehend that after Friday I won't be seeing him again for a looooong time. Do you people realise the increasing evilness in me to download a chick flick onto this computer? ... I'm trying O so very hard to deny it. I mean, that would be a lil too evil, wouldn't it? I don't think I wanna risk dying before I get back. Oh, I used my straightners yesterday, and the flat didn't blow up. (I was sliiightly concerned that I might turn them on and *POOF* goes the electricity...) Ok, so. It's all fabulous and wonderful. And I hope you're all doing well. Lots of fabulous love to you all. Gracee xx 2006/1/22 Bulgaria Installment No.1Well hello there! Ok, so! I'm in Bulgaria! *GET IN THERE!* Here's the story (in Gracee terms) so far: Friday 20th Jan. So after having spent the night at the fabulous William and Corin's, I opened my suitcase and attempted to decide what the hell to wear. After about a 5mins delay I went with my cream baggeys, black cut top and green hoodie. However I also decided to change the long jean coat I had on the day before, for my black military style oney. So, this presented a problem when I had to close the damn (but lovely pink) suitcase. So after some help from the lovely Corin in closing it. And saying my farewells, William came with me to Victoria station and saw me off at the ticket office. He was like a second daddy. "Ok, if something happens, contact your parents." "Have you got a copy of your passport? Ok, we'll do you one (which they did)." "Be careful." Etc etc. It was sweet. He also carried my suitcase up the stairs in the horrid stair filled Viccy station. And taught me how to carry it properly. I love that guy. So, after having bought my ticket and such like I went and got on the express to Gatwick. Took about half an hour, and when I got there, I had absolutely no frickin' idea where the hell my check-in point was. And as Bulgarian air only had one iccle desk, it was no wonder. But I asked, and I got. And then I went shopping... ... ... So, I bought: A book, a bookmark, an adaptor plug, lunch, a notebook, a pen, a pack of condoms (present for Damian... (Muahahah (one of those "in" jokes)), handcream, lip balm, wet wipes and a bottle of water. Then my flight was called. O and I also (as some of you know) went online. I got severly bored. Anyway! It got to about 1700 and they still hadn't announced the departing gate. So I was waiting by the screens when one guy was on the phone (Speaking english) to someone in Varna. Anyway, concerned about what time we'd be arriving in Sofia, I asked him for his help (When he was off the phone obviously) and he was really helpful and nice and even offered me the use of one of his phones if I needed to ring Damian. But when I phoned the lovely people at "delayed flights" I got (please read this in my mock essex accent) "It's about 25 mins late, so er, yeah." "What time is it getting into Sofia?" "Well, like I can imagine it'll be about 25 past midnight?" ... Please keep the above time in mind. So, we boarded the plane and I got the fuckin' kid behind me. In fairness she was quite good, except the odd kicking at the beginning. But nothing compares to the 4 grown kids infront of me. They looked like bloody bouncers and COULD NOT KEEP STILL IN THE FREAKIN' SEATS. I'm not joking, these were 40 year old men, constantly wriggling about and getting comfy with their fat arses. Ugh. And the problem arises in as much as Bulgaria Air doesn't provide an amazing amount of leg room. The on board meal was... interesting. Though nice if I say so myself. Cucumber, some meat?, cheese, roll, one olive and leaf, some weird scone looking thing with chocolate in the middle and salad dressing. I had a roll with the meat and cucumber. I wasn't too hungry. Still slightly nervous at that point. But at any rate, I was sat next to some really nice guys who were away for the weekend in Varna or something. Anyway. So, obviously at this point we've arrived in Varna. "Those who are departing for Varna, please will you make your way out of the exits. Those who are flying to Sofia please wait for further instructions." So we did. And? "Those travelling to Sofia, please collect your luggage and make your way to the exits." So, we did. We were then taken to a lounge where we waited for 40 mins or so. Then we boarded a small aircraft and left. It is now 00:25. Original arrival time: 23:59. Expected arrive time according to ditzy cow "00:25". So baring in mind that the flight from Varna to Sofia is about 30 mins. WHAT FREAKIN' ARRIVAL TIME DO YOU WANNA SUGGEST NOW?! Silly ditz. Ahem. Anyway. I arrived, passed through customs and then went to collect my luggage. And it was the strangest feeling in the world. No nerves whatsoever. So my pink suitcase arrived, I slammed it off and went off to meet Damian. I forgot to mention I bough 200 cigs (Marlboro) for 14 Euros. Muahahah. Anyway. Walked out and the first person I see is Damian. A hug is shared and then we make our way to the exit. Where the bugger first informs me that "I've been here for 3 hrs." Ok, well numero 1, wasn't my fault! Numero 2, what the hell time did you get here?! (Answer: 10:30pm). There are stairs to the taxi rank and Damian offered to carry my suitcase. This is when I got the inevitable "What the hell have you packed in here?!" "Warm clothes! Like you said!" "... We'll see." Our driver was a really nice guy, he kept trying to talk to us (which could be thought of as weird) but he did understand we were talking about cigarettes at one point and he did say (To Damian) if we wanted to light up we could. I think he was also shocked when I took my own suitcase out the back. I just couldn't be bothered to wait around! Anyway. So we got in Damian's flat and it's a nice lil place. Really .. well, decorated for a guy of 22. O.o The Mother of course. And of course I saw his babies... The speakers. And I have to admit that these speakers give a really nice sound. He loves them to death. I mean, the guy turned round and went to me "This one was a bit poorly a month or so ago.." ...o.o I rest my case. Anyway! So we stayed up till 6am talking and watching Bulgarian t.v.. Or rather the music channels. And then beds were made and we went to sleep. I had some bizarre dreams that night. I remember one bit was that Damian had two dogs. Which would never happen, he hates dogs. Yeah so. Anyway. Woke up at 10am. Went back to sleep. And woke up again at 1:30pm. And had a few cigs whilst looking out the window. And Damian woke up about 2:30/3pm (lazy git.. Ahem). We had coffee and then one of his mates came round to get some notes for their essay. He gave us a lift into Sofia and so began my sightseeing tour. We went to the Orthodox Cathedral and that place is magnificent. No word of a lie. The inside of it is amazing. Damian gave me a lesson in the orthodox belief aswell. (I swear, if that guy compacts anymore knowledge in his head... It may explode).. We also saw a huge communism statue in the park. And the main shopping bit (I swear, it took so much effort not to doordal...). Sofia is a pretty city. We went for "lunch" about 5pm. And this is where Damian duley informed me that places in Sofia stay open all night. They don't close. Clubs don't stop till about 6am. The pizza was divine but I couldn't eat it all. I forced Damian to let me pay for the meal. Which he hated. But as you people know I don't take kindly to opposition. We then left and headed back to the flat. Where we chilled out before we went out again to go Clubbing. I swear, clubs over here and brilliant. The one we went to they brought your drinks ... to you. You didn't go to the bar. They brought them .. to you. Again. They bring.. the drinks.. to you. O.o Anyway. The club was really nice and flash looking. Standard of resturants and clubs here are high and they're so cheap. The meal we had had that day at the resturant after ordering it, it took about 15 mins for it to come?! 15 mins! That's nothing! Anyway. So at the club, or rather previous to the club. I met two of Damian's close friends. One was a gal named Mira. (Reeeaaal cool bird. Absolutely party animal, though she said that "I'm not really into it tonight." So I can't imagine what she's like when she's crazy.) And I met Kay. (He has a longer name, but I can't pronounce it or spell it...) I'd been speaking to him for a few days on MSN. It was a really good night, and by about 1:00am I couldn't stand sitting anymore, so I pretty much dragged Mira up onto the dance floor and we danced until we got tired and then everyone was leaving, so we went. We decided to split ways and me and Damian went back to the flat, where he decided to make his pasta. Now. Damian and Pasta. Damian claimed to be the King of Pasta. And I really hate to admit it (really I do), but he's pretty awesome at cooking it. I even got a flippin' lesson "The trick is to taste the pasta.." I saw baby photos of Damian!!!!! !!! !! He was such a sweetie as a kid! (I don't know what happened...  )And then we watched some more t.v and ended up watching "Snatch" which is a brilliantly funny film. I love it. And now? It's 2:25pm and he still ain't awake. ... So I'll give him another 5 mins and attempt to wake him up. Though we all know, you cannot wake him up. It's near gone impossible. I'll keep you updated. But keep the love people. Gracee xx 2006/1/18 Memories!So the topic today was love.
My lyrics today were about love.
And though I profess to never having -loved- someone (at least in the romantical way), I wondered about Steve. Do we remember Steve? If you don't, don't worry. Past male.
You can get over people, but if there's no closure, then sometimes you wonder.
As I'm sure we all know.
I wonder how he is these days. It was so long ago, which is again, why I really don't consider it anything.
Contrary to what some of my friends think, I don't fall for people easily. I like who they are, or who they say they are. I enjoy the moment and I get hooked up. But I don't fall in love with them.
I don't know why I'm thinking about this. I certainly don't pine for love. Or relationships. Being single def. has it's advantages. (i.e lusting for men and enjoying it).
Sometimes barriers come down, don't they? I worked out why I go for the men who are impossible. It's easier. Plus I don't actually love them. I have fun. I enjoy the time. And it's easy to get over. No one gets that hurt and life is fine.
Go for someone where there's true possibility, and you open yourself up to more hurt than you can phantom.
That and I hadn't met someone with any true intelligence. (Honeslty, it's rare in England). I feel a bit of a fool talking about this. But at the end of the day, if I can talk about sex franker than most people, I should bloody be able to think about love as frankly.
I don't really want to fall in love, but then again, it's all I want.
;)
What a line to leave it on.
Muahah.
I really need to be serious for more than 5 mins.
...
Holiday starts tomorrow :p
*G*
Gracee
xx
2006/1/17 The Corset and the party.Please excuse the fact I look like a complete weirdo on some of the photos of the party.
I realise the one with me and Rach is just.. rediculous of me. My facial expression isn't even funny.
But the corset photos restore some sexiness. And clevage as I noticed.
Anyway.
And for you thick shits out there, Rachel is Snow White and I'm Mulan.. Or an attempt. I really didn't try that hard.
Anyway!
Isn't the corset da shit?
*g*
Gracee
ONE MORE DAY TO GO TILL HOL STARTS!
FRIDAY =BIG DAY 2006/1/16 HolidayHoliday starts Thursday!
Monday - Washing Day
Tues - ... I've decided to call this "last minute" day
Wednesday: Packing Day
Thursday: London!
Friday: London! and Plane.
Saturday Technically: BULGARIA!
Wahey!
Lots of Love
2006/1/14 Disney freakin' charactersWhy is it difficult to come up with a costume idea for Disney?!
Tonight is the night of the party. And after DAYS of diliberation, I've decided to go as Mulan. Why? Because I can pull it off with my clothes quite easily.
I have my red skirt from my dinner dance (Which is deliciously red), my Mum's very pink, but oriental looking PJ top (not quite delicious, but it does the job), my black corset :D, a peice of white fabric to cover half the skirt, and then to top it off a red silk dressing gown tie. And it looks pretty damn good. I'll gonna see if I can use Rachel's hair chopsticky things. And it should give away who the hell I am. I'm also going to plead that she does something funky with my eyes (she's an artist).
William FINALLY phoned me today. And we had a very short talk. But I got all the quick necessary details in (Fired from job, going to Bulgaria, gig was fine etc). And I spoke to Corin. It's amazing how much I actually did miss the sods. I often need a bit of a William top up. And at any rate, I'm going to crash round theirs on Thursday night so I don't need to worry too much about getting to Gatwick.
That and I'm going to have a fabulous night!
I really can't wait for Friday (though I'll meet him technically on Saturday (DAMN BULGARIA AIR)), but it's gonna be such fun! All that huggin' and kickin'... and kickin'. And pasta. Ahem. He declares himself to be the King of Pasta. o.o I'll clarify it when I find out.
By the way, if you get the chance, check out the orange guy on this link The fabulous Wouter gave me:
It's.. Yeah, you'll see.
But, back to the above above topic. The party. It's for Rachel's sis. Oh, which reminds me, I need to do two things with presents.
Ok, so anyway. It's a party. And we're going to be drinking. And I'm going to look fabulous, regardless of whether people know I'm Mulan or not. Because of the corset of course.
Hm. I just found out that my trip on the train via London is going to be deliciously cheap. About £26.00 for the trip from Oakham (land of shitty transport) to London (Land of VERY good transport), and £13.20 for London (Land of Corin and William) to Gatwich (which will take me to Land of Damian).
And then little tube fares in between.
Oh the joys of life!
:D
Innabit mon amies...
2006/1/13 ...ONE MORE WEEK TO GO
ONE MORE WEEK TO GO
ONE MORE WEEK ONE MORE WEEK
ONE MORE WEEK TO GO!
Muahahaha!
:D 2006/1/1 New YearsWell, it's a new year. And do I feel remotely different? No. Should I? Yes, because I should of got stupidly drunk last night ending up in my throwing up and feeling like shit today. But I didn't. Alas. I had no money and things were a lil rough at home.
But anyway.
I wasn't. And it's a new day.
At any rate, I did not celebrate New Years at all. I had a cig in my hand, a drink in the other and comedy on the t.v.
It was sad and depressing, but it did the job. Especially when Lenny Henry turned round and said "I'm not circumcised. My penis has a hoodie on it." So, you get the point. It wasn't a thrilling evening.
But!
None the less.
I keep listening to my demo tracks. Iris is such a sad song, isn't it? Thank God I put a bit of "You cheat on me, you learn the hard way busta" on it. Though Stop! is essentially a sad song as well. But it's more arsekicking.
Yeah, I'm random bloggin' today. No main focus.
Btw, did you know that the DJ Ristic Remix of Eminems "Without me" and U2's "With or without you" is a work of genius? Absolutely pure genius!
If you want to hear it just ask.
It's bloody brilliant.
[19 days. ] Oh which bloody reminds me.
*RANT*
So, there I was just mulling around and I check my emails. In the emails? "Your flight itinerary has been changed." So, instead of arriving at 9pm (as planned) it's been shifted forward and my "direct" (As stated by the email) flight is arriving at midnight. Now, bless him, Damian said it doesn't matter. BUT! That's not the point. Not only is my flight late (though it'll only be 10pm in England), it's not direct. Nope. Nope and nope. The flight travels to Varna first, and if any of you know your geography (I didn't, I used a map book), it's on the opposing side to Sofia. By the sea. Sofia is nearest England. ANYONE ELSE SEE THE FAILED LOGIC IN THAT!? I have no idea why they can't drop the Sofia people off first. I hate connections. Plus I paid for a direct flight. Which irritates me further. Btw, I know that my flight isn't direct by checking the following link. I may be young, but I ain't stupid enough not to my research. - http://www.opodo.co.uk/opodo/AvailabilityServlet?DISTANCE_UNIT=&RMSCHID=RMSCHID&TRIP_TYPE=R&B_LOCATION_1=London+Gatwick&E_LOCATION_1=Sofia&B1_DAY=20&B1_MONTH=200601&B_TIME_TO_PROCESS_1=ANY&B2_DAY=27&B2_MONTH=200601&B_TIME_TO_PROCESS_2=ANY&MAX_CONNECTIONS=0&CABIN=E&INC_AIRLINE_1=FB&PREF_AIRLINE_1_DDN_EXISTS=true&AIRLINE_SELECTED_IN_POPUP=&SELECTED_AIRLINE_NAME=Bulgaria+Air&NUM_OF_ADTS=1&NUM_OF_CHD=0&NUM_OF_INFS=0&Int_Id=%7EFS%7ESER&DEFAULT_FIELDS=&MULTISTOP_SUBMIT=N
Anyway.
I miss London. Desperately. I just know if I go back, it's gonna be tough.
WHICH also reminds me.
William and Corin were meant to be back. And I haven't heard from them. :(
I miss them both so much.
Did anyone watch "8 Women"? Bizarre french Agatha Christie style, new age musical... weird thing. Bloody interesting but weird as hell. And funny.
Anyway.
My love to you all. Except you.. and you... and you and her and him.
G
2005/12/21 Sweet Satisfaction.I don't think I've written a deep thought for a while on here. Flimsy.
I also think I'm fed up of being too serious, hence the new and improved, hyper active, actually happee Gracee.
That and I want some fun.
Well, here's some poetry to make everyone feel better.
Beautiful eyes
Behind beautiful eyes.
She watches careful
Behind beautiful eyes.
Souls are torn
And memories are detroyed
Hearts have no faith
And thoughts have no destination.
She sings
I breathe so gently and cry so easily
It's not that I love you
And its not that you care
Its that I want you.
Behind these beautiful eyes
I have no need for you
Behind these beautiful eyes
I have no love for you
Behind these beautiful eyes
All I want is you.
2005/12/16 Xmas present.Well, I saw one of my Xmas presents...
And it rocks!
Pink suitcase! :D
I have a pink suitcase!!!
No need to worry about which suitcase is mine! Pink? Move over! I'll look so... chique! Or tacky, depending on your view.
At least I'll be easily spotable. (Until I arrive and everyone has a pink suitcase).
Wahey!
I also know I'm getting a funky shoe box. I picked it out shopping today. Ha.
Anyway. If anyone wants to donate money to the Gracee fund. Please do not hesitate, all donations (except chocolate bars.. (ok I can accept it but at a push), chewing gum, nickels, foreign currency etc) will be accepted.
Every penny counts...
Gracee
xx 2005/12/15 AngelI've met an angel.
He is actually an angel.
He is divine.
Oh Oh Oh my.
He works in Oakham. And o my god. I saw him when I was with a mate, and we got talking. And he remembered me the next day. Oh oh oh my.
He is just... an angel.
Lust at first, second, third, fourth, fifth... time.
:D 2005/12/11 Forgetful lover.Xmas Trees.
I love Xmas Trees.
Not putting them up. That's just annoying. But when they're up. And the curtains are closed.
I was lucky enough to be sleeping when mine went up. My sister forced my Mum to do it this morning. We're late with Xmas trees and putting them up.
... 2005/12/10 ...2 weeks to Xmas! How bloody excellent is that?
And then... 5 bloody weeks to Bulgaria! BRING IT ON! 2005/12/4 Who loves you?Ah life is good. Despite the fact I was recently fired from my job. But still.
Off to Wales on Thursday. And then BULGARIA in JANUARY!
:D
Ahem. Not that I'm looking forward to it or anything... .... .... *G*
Gracee
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