www.littlemy.wordpress.com

I had been writing a personal blog for a few years until I got somehow stuck a few weeks back.

The reason for this is probably that the pieces of said personal life of mine magically fell into place. All those elements like job, boyfriend, apartment, social life and mental health somehow worked out and I was left with virtually nothing to worry about. Obviously I immidiately proceeded to worry precisely about not having problems and visualise this ALL falling apart but I got over it soon enough.

So I can safely say that right now my shit is together. It's as together as it will ever get.

Which puts me in an akward situation. I have nothing to write about on my personal blog (people can only take so much happy and smiley) so I sort of gave it up. However, I can't go very long without processing my thoughts in writing.

So here it comes. I've created a place that is a platform for my writing about things I love doing. You will find out what books I read, what movies I see, what I cook for dinner, where I travel and what kind of dresses I like. It will probably remain more or less personal, I will mention my friends and boyfriend but only in the context of something else.

That's the plan at least.

I hereby invite you to www.littlemy.wordpress.com.

Hope to see you over there sometimes.

apartment

Remember how excited I was about the new bigger apartment?

Not so excited anymore.
I collected the key yesterday and had a proper look at the state of the place. Too bloody little too late. Before, I was so happy to have found a place in the city centre that had two bedrooms and a living room and wasn't smelling of old people that I completely ignored holes below the window sill and dirty walls. I thought the place was kind of charming.

When I got there yesterday after one of those days that seem to never end nothing looked quite so enchanting. The holes and dirt were all I could see.

However, I was the only one. Natalia kept splashing the paint and chattering away about the episode of Friends where Monica spent 48 hours turning Joey and Chandler's place into cosy apartment that everybody would love to spend time in. Constant Person pointed out all the adventages of the place and encouraged me to think how it would like once we're done with redecorating.

It surprises me how persistent I can be at work and at the same time get so easily discouraged when it comes to everyday stuff.

constant person

When your boyfriend is an ex-vegan, ex- straight edge you can be certain that sooner or later you'll end up at the hardcore punk concert like, let's say The Adolescents.

not very coco chanel

I went to see "COCO Avant CHANEL" yesterday.

I had little expectations and still both Natalia and I ended up disappointed. What I was and still am looking for is a movie that starts where this one ended. I'm not interested in another romance story. This kind of movie could be about anyone. What I want is a tale of a woman who turned the fashion world upside down, who fearlessly led the life the way she wanted and most of all about a woman who worked and worked hard and patiently building up the imperium.

I think the world lacks portraits of powerful women with vision and skills. This movie is definitely not a contribution.

the same but different

I am in the very unsexy state right now. And no, I'm not overreacting since the unsexiness is due to me missing one of the front teeth. I am having it replaced and have to spend 48 hours with a hole in my smile.
Therefore I'm working from home today and tomorrow.

This means that apart from doing basic work related stuff I finally have some time to have a good look around at the tons of crap that is pilled up everywhere in that small apartment of mine. Natalia and I are pretty fed up with living on the top of each other's heads and cannot wait to move to a new place. Meanwhile I'm commuting between the office, my flat and the Constant Person's place.

So yes I'm moving places again. Yet and yet again. Those of you who made it through the whole blog at some point or another know that packing, unpacking and starting all over again is a reocurring event in my life.

I don't know yet how I feel about this particular one. It's the most serious one in terms of money. Since it's way bigger than any of the flats I've been renting (two bedrooms and a big living room with kitchen area) we need to buy some furniture and we probably want to paint the walls in one of the rooms. Not to mention the telly...
In other words this is a kind of a place you rent for a few years time. Of course most of the people would say that I can always move out and take tha damn telly and other furniture with me. But can I? Do you really think I would be dragging, let's say a sofa, to London or NY?
Until now I was almost always able to fit my stuff in a backpack and a suitcase. I would ship books over, take clothes with me and throw out everything else.

But right now I'm not on the road anymore. I have a proper job that is getting closer and closer to what one calls a career. Soon enough I'll be renting a grown up apartment in the city centre. And the last but not the least there's this boyfriend person. A relationship that took me by one hell of a surprise and that I don't want to dwell on because I'm afraid to jinx it.

It sounds like I've settled, doesn't it?

But deep down I know that I haven't. This is an adventure just like being a waitress in Reykjavik was. Playing the career-minded twenty something in the big city on one hand and cooking, frisbee throwing and snogging in the public places on the other.

And I've never been happier, more relaxed and genuinly myself.

Heineken Open'er Festival

• biggest surprise - Pendulum
  
• biggest disappointment - The Kooks & Kings of Leon
  
• concert I slept through - Placebo
• concert that woke me up - Crystal Castles
• concert I missed and regret it - Late of the Pier
• really really nice - The Gossip, Santigold
• the winner - The Ting Tings
  

telly

My sister Natalia and I are moving to the bigger apartment later this month.
My mum decided that since we're all so grown up she'll buy us a gift.
A big new shiny telly.

Wet blanket on my happiness.

TV? Me?

But how will I fit the big shiny telly in the backpack once I go travelling around South America? Or how will I be able to carry it all the way to NYC, my ultimate place to live in?

'You know you can always sell it or give it away, right?' Constant Person points out. He's all reason and support at first but later on he just keeps banging the table with his head.

Call me crazy (seriously, go ahead) but somehow I cannot wrap my head around the concept of having a new TV set and yet not being all settled and done with the world.

summer goals

* get some colour
* practice Spanish
* learn to play frisbee (yup, can't do it. seriously)
* work my way through all the books I have on the bedside table
* move to bigger apartment
* spend many afternoons by the lake in my new swimming suit
* go to Heineken Open'er Festival
* attend berbecque & garden parties
* start French
* pick a new sport (tennis? horseback riding?)
* go to Radiohead concert
* cook a lot
* get the driving licence