This is who I am. I tell it like it is, and no one can tell me who to be! This is my world, unplugged and uncensored. Feel free to come, tag, read, and leave as you please! But first, fasten your seatbelt, lock your doors, and be prepared through a bumpy ride through Evdokia's world!
"Just tag me, and I'll chase you down."
"Each of us comes into life with fists closed, set for
aggressiveness and acquisition. But when we abandon life our hands are
open; there is nothing on earth that we need, nothing the soul can take
Fulton J. Sheen
Friday, March 19, 2004
If You Want To Get To Know Me, Read This
i am: Evdokia Borislavova Orozova
i think: love is sweet
i know: that I am fine! i want: a TV/VCR/DVD player in my room
i have: two parents and a sister i wish: I lived on the ocean floor. i hate: preps, smoking, rain, pollution, people staring, Clay Aiken, John Mayer, Norah Jones, Hilary Duff i miss: Bulgaria, my home country!
i fear: spiders, scorpions, snakes, lizards
i feel: like I'm floating on Cloud 9 i hear: a machine rumbling outside i smell: nothing now i crave: vanilla...anything vanilla is fine....... i search: for answers i wonder: if I'll always be alone....hopefully i don't regret: being who I am
i love: vanilla, cats, writing, reading, music, poetry, myself, Wade Carpenter i ache: for a Crunch i long: for the day when I finally get out of this house!!! (I'll be singing FREEDOM by George Michael) i care: about animals and political issues i always: have toilet paper in my bathroom i am not: who you think I am i believe: in reincarnation i dance: when I feel happy and sexy i sing: no matter where I am i cry: after watching Titanic, at romantic chick flicks, when I see cute animals i do not always: say things that I mean...I can be really rude without meaning to i fight: as I'm standing my ground....I don't resort to violence i write: in my five journals, this online blog, and my special notebook i win: everytime I help someone acheive a goal i lose: when I talk negatively about myself and others i listen: to Evanescence, Nickelback, The White Stripes, Linkin Park, Story Of The Year, 3 Days Grace i can usually be found: chilling in my room i am scared: that I will die before my time i need: to use my Spanish i am allergic to: nothing except PREPS. i should: be sleeping instead of playing with glow in the dark dice i hope: I never lose my writing ability i follow: Nature wherever she takes me i find: myself lost in time i smile: when I feel like it i laugh: when things are funny to me i spell: perfectly i am obsessed with: vanilla, Wade Carpenter, and things you've never even heard of i do: things that are hilarious i tell: no one my secrets i talk: constantly in Spanish class i despise: Clay Aiken so much that he should be shot upon sight... i see: right through to you...are you transparent?
Yesterday my parents, sister, and I went to this restauarant downtown, and when we got there, we had a valet open doors for us and drive our car elsewhere. Then we went inside and were led to our table by this pesky waitress with frizzy hair and horn-rimmed glasses, who wouldn't leave us the hell alone! She hovered over us while we tried to make up our mind about what we wanted. Then she went away without even taking our drink orders, which sucked because the same watergirl kept coming over and over to refill our glasses of water, and I hadn't even drunk half of my glass before she came! When we finally ordered, the waitress made a big deal about the "fine selections of wine we have" and took forever with our food. I had jumbo scallops with Thai sauce. The scallops overall were okay, but if I have to eat Thai sauce ever again, I would puke. That's saying a lot because the only thing that makes me throw up is evaporated milk. So anyway, we tip her 15%, although she deserved only about 5%. Even that seemed like a lot for a poor service. So we headed out and waited for the valet to drive up in our car. I don't trust valets, so I had to make sure they knew what they were doing, but I had nothing to worry about because he came at last. And that was the end of our family evening at a sucky restaurant.
We should have gone to T.G.I.Fridays!
Point: While my dad lies in the jacuzzi reading a copy of Consumer Reports or whatever, I get to wash my tiny tub in which if I lie vertically won't fit my entire self in it. Point: While my parents get showered with gifts at last night's miniparty with colleagues of my dad's, I'm stuck with a four-year-old kid that keeps asking "Why?" questions and insisting that we dance to Pocahontas music and make the room "super dark." Point: While my parents get to lie in this big luxurious bed with fluffy pillows, I toss and turn on a rock. Point: While I get hand me down junk, my parents get knew things to accomodate their needs.
Rachel, Ana, Michael, and I just hung around on desks, talking about transgenic animals and Michael's pink gay pencil, which he assured me I couldn't take, since I was always taking his black pen. But most of the time, he and I were holding our own conversation about nuclear explosives and blowing up babies and killing babies with anthrax. It was hilarious. Michael and I walked to A hall for second period, talking about nuclear explosive babies. Then he went upstairs to German, and I made my way to my English classroom with a smile on my face.
We continued discussing and reading Act 1 of Romeo & Juliet, which is a beautiful play so far. I have fallen in love with the language, and I only wish that Juliet didn't have to be thirteen. I don't know. It's just the fact that her being thirteen doesn't really go along with Romeo being seventeen. But I think that I will enjoy the play. I can't wait until we continue the class discussion on the 22nd.
We watched an episode of 48 Hours about three drug dealers, and one was murdered, and these two others were blamed for his death, and the dude who ordered the hit got the death penalty, and it was quite interesting. I was settled in my desk with my cup of water, contented with watching an interesting case of 48 Hours.
Our sub was awesome! He gave us Lifesavers while we worked on a packet that is going to be a quiz grade. I am sure that I will make 100 on it. Blane then proceeded to tell me that there was this girl, Cali, that looked like an ass with teeth that kept talking to him, and he was like, "She needs to back the **** up." Then he tried to make me scream by putting two fingers on my shoulders and pressing in tightly. It didn't work. Then, since he sits behind me, he decided to try to push my desk out in the aisle. He got a little out of hand, but he's Blane. That's what I like about him.
Well, that's all folks. Tomorrow is Day One of my Spring Break. Tune in for more!
Well, Tuki and I had to go out and get quotes again for UIL. We had to go into classrooms and pull people out of them in order to get them to talk to us. Well, we went into this classroom which was full of people we either knew or didn't know. So there was a sub, and I asked really loudly for this Josh dude, and the sub called me at her desk and said that she was going to notify my journalism teacher about the way we need to approach a person in class without doing what I did. Well, when we went outside to interview Josh for UIL, (who was HOT, the way) it turned out that he wasn't in any UIL competition and we had pulled him out of class for nothing. I stood there, laughing and averting my eyes, and he was like, "I don't know what you are up to, but..." Then we finally told him he was probably not the person we were looking for, and he went back into the classroom, and we went back to the journalism room. It was more hilarious than funny rather because Tuki actually knew some people in that class. Oh, well. That and my fight with Fluffee was the highlight of my day.
There's this guy that I'll call Fluffee. Since way before Christmas I have gotten to know him really well, and he is the most nicest, coolest, funniest, sweetest guy I've ever met, and that's saying a lot. Despite what people may say about him, I know that fate is trying to tell me something by the way I keep running into him. He never insults me or takes me for granted so far, and he has never been anything less than a friend. We can talk about anything, no matter how random it may be. I think that all this time spent with him during the morning time boosts up my energy to make it through the day. Last night I lay awake and listened to his voice on my tape recorder, so peaceful and accented. I could not fall asleep straight away because his voice played again and again in my head. Finally, I dozed off only to wake again under the light of my Ruler, the great and mighty Moon.............
Don't know what to think
Looking pretty in pink
Washing hands at the sink
Something's bound to stink
Can't make a proper link
Between the alley and the skating rink
Putting on a coat of mink
I give you a coy wink
Though I barely blink
And your confidence starts to shrink
To a calorie in my drink
As you inadvertently let your teeth clink.
IMPOSSIBLE BUT TRUE:
I wrote this while sitting on a bench under a tree today. Ask me no questions, I shall tell you no lies.
Yeah, I know. Snow in Texas? Does anyone out there know just how much I love snow????? Well, it's the best thing that could possibly happen right now. Going into the weekend, I can imagine myself waking up, looking out the window, and seeing those vanilla-colored flakes of snow falling, falling, falling down from a pool of gray sky to the ground.
Song: "I Hate Everything About You"
By: Three Days Grace
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...........for every negative comment you threw my away....I hate you...for everything you said that made me feel like I didn't deserve your friendship. You don't know what being a friend is all about. You don't know how to be there for me. You don't know how to admit you're wrong. Because everytime you're wrong, you say you're right. News flash...YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN WRONG. When you tell me to shut up, when you tell me I'm stupid, I always think that you don't mean it. But you know what, I mean what I say when I say that you're the stupidest person I've ever met. Maybe you wouldn't be so stupid if you applied yourself to photography. Maybe you wouldn't be so stupid if you treated me better. But you don't know better. You never cared. Yesterday was just an explosion waiting to happen. The only thing I did was try to make it right, but you made it worse. When will you realize what you've done to me? I held on the first time and the time after that and even the time after that. But whether you care or not, and I doubt you will, this time I won't sit around and wait for you to walk all over me. I'm through with you and your unreal friendship....I'm sick of it all. And you know what? Screw you! Don't ever talk to me again!