Wasting my time

I have one month till I have to finish and present my two disertations. True, one is 99% finished but I still have a long way to go with my Art History one. Not to mention the crap load of exams and Advertising school homework. So, in such busy times what’s a girl to do? Yeah, I should be sleeping in the goddamn library but instead I went walking round Bucharest on Wednesday and Thursday, partied at Alex’s yesterday, and today went on a shopping spree which ended with beers in Val’s appartment and us posing as hip hoppers in the hallway of her building. Tomorrow- hmmm, I have a feeling I won’t go out but I’ll spend a lot of time chatting, as I’m curios for news from across some oceans. But my papers won’t write themselves…Uff, I hate that I have to grow up!

Anyway, on the upside I’m amazed! We make some hot guys!  Hahahahah!

Juicy

Telenovela- now with 110% more juice!

image via notcot.org

Protest in style :p

The Umbuster, from Icelandic designer Sruli Recht- the perfect accessory if you’re an anarchist planning to protect yourself from the bullies in the police force.

And, you have to agree it’s much classier than carrying a police baton (“pulan”) like my friend Bubble did, in high school.

Image from Sruli Recht via http://nickpapageorgia.blogspot.com/

The age issue

You can always count on your friends to make you laugh. Today my friend “Bubble” told me she thinks guys over 23 are old. Wtf?! Hahahahah! Let me check- last 3 guys I had anything to do with were 24, 24 and 26. Guess I’m some sort of gerontofile in her eyes. Certainly beats out the time when another of my friends told me: “Damn, I had a fling with an old guy!” “How old? ” I asked. “Really old, like 30.” Oh man, this sort of things crack me up. Not that I’m famous in my group for being the champion of blonde moments or anything .