New Year Resolution

Next year I wish me and Pauly and hopefully some of our other friends will be partying some place sunny. And this is where me and Pauly will be shopping:

At the world famous Magda Mall, where, according to Migueltxo, you can find everything, including men to suit our crazy tastes! Btw, the Mall is named after our amazing friend Magda! Tqm, Magdis!

Change can be you

Back at UVM my favorite classes were the anthro ones, about globalization, culture and change. I remember how Putri, Vanja and I used to listen in awe to Larry, our prof, and from time to time comment on what he had to say. I don’t know if I came back from the States a smarter person but I definitely came back a changed one, with stronger opinions and the notion that I can do something about what bothers me planted deep in my brain. I haven’t started a revolution back home(anyway, Revolutions are highly controversial in my home country) and I can barely keep up with my project for the OSI. However, I stopped eating at fast foods (McDonald’s, KFC etc.) and I try to buy mostly organic, local food. I try really hard to recycle or at least reuse stuff. And maybe, I hope, in 2008 I’ll convince the TV station where I work at to donate all the paper they use to a local NGO, copaculdehartie.ro that will recycle it. I also stopped buying so many clothes and footwear- I mean, I last bought a pair of shoes in September, so those who know me realize how much I’m holding back. And, most importantly, I guess: I convinced my family and some of my friends to do the same. The world won’t change if you just sit somewhere with your arms crossed and wait for things to happen! And I don’t expect people to blindly follow commandments on how to “save the Earth” or “live green”. I mean, saying travel less because it will cause less pollution and save energy is just bullshit. But there are things that any of us could easily do.

Check out http://www.storyofstuff.com/ for a simple, eye-opening lesson on change.

All I wanna do is…

AND STILL GET PAID!

The stuff dreams and nightmares are made off

Fred Astaire movies+ Looney Tunes+ Red Rose of Cairo= Vielfalt by Jakop Alhbom

Addictions

I am addicted to a lot of things: coffee, the internet, tv shows, books (cos I’m an undercover nerd!) but I’ve recently discovered a new addiction: chatting with my friend Pauly. It would all be pretty normal if she didn’t live in Chile and I in Romania but I guess our life in Vermont really left some deep marks inside our heads. A typical conversation starts with how much we miss UVM (duh!) and our other friends (Magda must hiccup a lot because we mention her the most often), then we proceed to calling each other nerd and advance to other really important subjects. Ahmmm, incredibly important subjects like: have we met any cute guys recently, what American/ European guy messaged us on Facebook, why the hell did we not take advantage of Shanta (?!), why are some hotties born in 1987 or 1988, what makes a woman good in bed, how I should stop being so damn self conscious and compare myself with other chicks, how we should make a show about our life at UVM ( a cross between Sex and the City and Gossip Girl we’d like to think) and of course how much we are going to rock Mexico (hopefully). I know a lot of people who might label our behavior as silly and childish but the truth is they’re just jealous that we can still be best friends even when we’re miles away from each other. So, here’s to our great days as roomies and sisters and to our future parties, whenever and wherever they will be!

Cyndi Lauper- Girls just wanna have fun

Why?

I laugh a lot. And I’m generally a happy person. But from time to time I slipp into what my mum calls “the sticky jar of depression”. Coincidentally, this happens when I get a lot of hate or when some bitch screws up my plans/day. And this brings me to my point: why do some women hate me? Well, ok, screw that, maybe they have their reasons. I mean, i’m not perfect. But if they hate me or dislike me why the hell do they pretend to be my friends and why do they imitate me? I am hardly role model material. But why dress the way I do if I’m soo tacky? Why party with my gang if they’re all crazy? Why cut your hair like mine or dye it the same color if it looks stupid? Why act like me if I’m slutty? Why borrow my jokes if they’re vulgar? Why pick the same carreer choice or plan as mine if I’m soo stupid? And why hit on the guy I like if you think he’s an idiot? I won’t lie, I am kinda bothered. But I won’t say fuck you (well, maybe I’ll say it in my mind) but thank you- at least your attitude shows me I’m interesting!