My leg injury is getting better. Slowly. Which means that my family won't let me out of the house. Which in turn would usually be a good thing, but seeing (or NOT, as the case may be) that my right eye has some delusions of grandeaur too and I had to switch my contact lenses for old, too weak glasses, I'm not allowed to ( Read more... )

Well, Mum still has a lot grovelling to do, but she's made a start, at last, what with the boquet of flowers (irises and yellow roses) she bought Gran. Then again, Gran has every right to be pissed off at her, and while she accepted the apology, she said that it would take her a while to forgive. I mean, calling Gran a 'kuchta'*? Never mind being ( Read more... )

Just had an earth-shattering whole-family quarrel, complete with me sobbing uncontrollably, nearly catatonic Mum, extremely angry Gran and the discovery that the man that I've always regarded as a grandfather is no blood relative of mine, just my Grandmother's second husband, that her first one was a drunk and she got a divorce when Mum was barely ( Read more... )

Mum is drunk. Very drunk, in fact. And yeah, I know she did it only because she promised to do so in celebration months prior if this big deal at work turned out well. And yeah, I know that her alcohol problem stopped some time ago. But I hate seeing her like this. And every time I do, I remember, and I fear that she'll crawl back into the bottle, ( Read more... )

I just gave Piotr his "Good soldier Szwejk" DVD. Damn, but I haven't seen him this happy in a long time. But then, he has been searching for a copy of this movie for even longer, in three different countries, so he has a reason to be happy. And my Grandma's cooking should be illegal. I'm trying to loose some excess pounds before the ball, and if it ( Read more... )

All right, the post-gymnasium tests are finished. And I am moderately pleased with the results. Sure, I had authomatic full points from the humanistic(?) part, but I've hoped for a better score at the math/biology one. Not that 49 out of 50 (or so I think, after one of the portals posted the answers) is bad, but the one point I lost? Was for a dumb ( Read more... )

Oh boy, my head is killing me. Third day in a row. And I think I'm going down with a cold.

Screw that, I'm going to sleep.

Haven't written for a while, but right now, I really need to ( Read more... )

He's dead.

The Pope is dying, and people all over the world are praying for his recovery. And God, it's not going to work, because I know the illness, it's the same one my Grandfather had, and with Parkinson on top of it, he's not going to make it, and he knows it, and he's happy. He's ready to go ( Read more... )