I see you...

Hey, you guys... Yeah, I'm talking to you. The 100 or so (actually, there are more but a hundred sounds nice so I'm sticking to that) that visit my blog per month. I can see the stats, you know!!!! I would really appreciate your comments. Even if you just want to point out what needs improvement, it's alright. I'm anxiously awaiting for your feedback. Seriously, like, on the edge of my seat... So... You know... Say something. :)

Feeling old and being old

I often wonder, how it feels to be old... What must one be thinking once they start hearing worse or seeing worse and having to take more pills than you can count? How does it feel to want to do things but being unable to? Or is it that you're just not motivated to do those things anymore? Is it nature's way to make you say goodbye to life, one lousy step at a time? Or is being old simply a state of mind? Are we actually as old as we feel?

Because in that case, I'm screwed! I've been feeling old since I was 19! Remembering to take my meds is something I've had to do since I was a kid and I certainly lack that oomph! that makes other people my age want to conquer the world. But I'm not old. I like my music as loud as humanly possible and I don't need to use a cane in order to walk. (I'm getting my oomph back though; myself and I came to an understanding.)

So... If I'm that way now, at 27, how will I be when I turn 70? (If I ever make it that far anyway.)


I'll probably be like that lady over here. No. I will definitely be like that lady.
Screw you, life! I'm not going down so easily!

Happy Birthday to ME!!!

I am officially 27 years old. Not too old, not too young... Just right.

Last year, that bloody 2011, has been very, very cruel to me. Going through Christmas was exhausting, to say the least. Celebrating my birthday was a torment. Fucking awful, if I may say so myself. (Oh, yeah, you're shocked because I said "fucking"? Get over it!)

I don't know what was different today but just a few seconds before the change, I actually felt hopeful. I felt as if 2012 might cut me some slack and let me do the things I want. I smiled. And it was a real smile, unlike all the previous fake ones. Yes, this year will be better. I believe that.

I will get my degree in English Literature (that I've come to hate) even if it kills me. I will lose those extra pounds, I will learn to speak Russian (finally), I will find and keep a real job and -I don't care if the world has to turn upside down for me to make it- I WILL BE A WRITER! I will learn to love myself and get rid of the people that make me feel bad about being me. I will be great and I wish the same to all of you!

May 2012 bring you happiness, good health and a sense of belonging! Is there anything more important than that?
;)

While sipping hot chocolate...

Maybe reading too many romantic stories while listening to soft music can screw with a person's head. Add a cup of hot chocolate to that mixture and what you get is me; emotional and romantic me. Enjoy this because it happens every once in a blue moon and it never lasts long. So, what do you say, you and I have a chat about the nature of romance? Hmm?

Now, by definition romance is "a romantic spirit, sentiment, emotion or desire". But what is romance really? What does "being romantic" mean? Is it hearts floating around your head or stars twinkling in your eyes? Is it reading poetry to your loved one over home-cooked dinner and a glass of wine?

Let me tell you, being a girl doesn't mean that I've been dreaming about prince charming my entire life. Because that guy can take his white horse and shove it! Who is it that feeds little girls with the notion that they must be saved by a man that will appear to them showered in light (sparkling even- damn Twilight to hell!), a man bearing gifts such as red roses and chocolates? What's wrong with daisies? What's wrong with being simple and sincere?

Grand gestures are all fine and dandy. In movies or in books. In real life, they just make me want to burst into laughter. Don't get me wrong, if your guy does all those romantic, corny things simply because he happens to like it, that's ok. But going over the top just for the sake of romance is a big waste of time. I will admit that I've had a boyfriend who wrote me poems. But that guy was a poet and that was the only way he could express himself. I have kept those poems and sometimes I read them and smile and it makes me feel special, not because someone wrote me a poem but because they were a declaration of love and I'm glad to say I've been loved.

Yes, reality sucks and we should do what we can to make it more tolerable. In a normal, sane way. Don't start screaming at your boyfriend if he forgets your anniversary or if he doesn't give you jewelery. The best gift I ever got from my boyfriend was a book. I know, I'm odd. It was a book I've been waiting for months to come out and dig this: it was the hard cover edition! Orgasmic joy!

Romantic things my boyfriend does:
- He always makes me coffee in the morning. (He's the only one that can make it just perfect.)
- He says I look good in anything. (And actually means it.)
- He is the one that breaks the silence after a fight.
- He buys me stupid memorabilia he knows I'll like. (Like that sonic screwdriver!)
- He lets me buy books when he knows I have nowhere to put them.
- He lets me sleep with a light on.
- He listens to me while I talk about good looking men.
- He likes my friends.

It's the little things that make "romance". Don't discard the little things. They can make a mundane situation, trully spectacular.

Well, my chocolate is almost completely gone... I leave you with wishes for a great New Year. And remember... Don't make any resolutions you don't intend to complete! :*

Santa's Story...

... is a short film about Christmas, directed by my friend Artemis Samothrakis. I know it sounds odd, a greek film about Christmas being something we're not used to, but maybe you could give it the benefit of the doubt. Santa's Story, besides its facebook group, has its own website where you can play flash games and blow Santa (that bastard!) up.

Starring Lefteris Eleftheriou as Santa, George Karabinis as the Elf and Triantafillia Tabaliaki as Mrs. Claus. And also, my stupid voice because they made me do the dubbing...