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!

Have a very schtroumpf day!

This year the smurfs or the schtroumpfs, as I called them when I was a kid, turn 50! Hmm, I’m pretty certain Schtroumpfette and Schtroumpf Vaniteux have had some work done but what the hell, if it keeps them looking good Schtroumpf ahead!

In the end, a clip from Donnie Darko where Donnie discusses the “existential nature” of the Smurfs/Schtroumpfs. Don’t tell me you never wondered about it!

Strumfanie inainte! ))))

High school forever

Maybe it’s the day I spent with my best friend since high school, Virginia, just relaxing and chatting as if we had no care in the world. Maybe it’s all the old classmates, acquaintances, boyfriends, etc. from high school I keep bumping into so often lately. Or my recent infatuation with the Gossip Girl series. Or the fact that I’m about to finish University and take the final plunge into adulthood (gosh, that sounds so dramatic and pretentious). I also remembered a friend’s comment from a year ago: “This is high school! Even though all these people are in their 20s they’re all fighting for the titles of most popular, nice girl who is admired by guys, party queens and kings, jocks and cool nerds!”

I’ve been overcome with a sort of nostalgia for my teenage years. The excitement, the feuds, the “clans” (bisericute in Romanian), the class trips, the crazy parties, the bitchiness. And then I realized that people outgrow their teen years but don’t necessarily outgrow all their adolescent habits. Show me a so called grown up who doesn’t bitch, binge drink or eat, go all adventurous from time to time and, sadly, who doesn’t back stab or try to undermine you by stealing something you value (idea, job, clothes, boyfriend, group of friends, so on). This is life. And I guess it’s those emotional and insecure teen years when life is at it’s most earnest.

So, in celebration of those stranger than fiction high school days I give you some illustrations from the book “Dear New Girl or Whatever Your Name Is”, a teacher’s collection of the notes students exchange in class. I’m also posting a brilliant stop motion animation, proof that the book really tickled a lot of creative nerves.

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1 year

One year ago I was on my way back to Burlington, Vermont. I had spent New Year’s Eve with my family and when the clocked ticked 12 times on January 1, 2007 I made my wish. New Year’s wishes are supposed to be kept a secret, otherwise they don’t come true. But my wish did come true so I guess I can make it public now. As I sipped my champagne I thought of what I wanted. Easy, a hot guy as my new room mate! But after a second I thought: Look, let’s be reasonable here, no way they’re gonna put a guy in the same room as you. And in the unlikely case they did, yeah, you’d have a chance of hooking up with him but you’d also fight like crazy. So, I took another, bigger sip of champagne and wished with all my heart that I’d get a nice roomie, one with a sense of humour, a taste for parties and an ID that said she was over 21. Fast forward onto January 14, 2007. I was in a cab heading towards Burlington (affectionately known as B-town, no. 4 beer capital of the world and home of Ben& Jerry’s ice cream). I was tired, jet lagged, high on like 12 espressos I had in Milan, a bit drunk from the wine I shared with an old friend I had met by chance on the Italian airport and most of all worried. How will I feel with half of my friends now gone? Will some bitches make me uncomfortable? Will I feel all lonely? (cue to Bobby Vinton’s song , hehe) Will my new room mate be all right? As I entered B building with the gloomiest look ever on my face I heard Yumi shout: Anca chan! You’re back! She dragged me to the commons room where some people were having a party. The food smelled so good and the music sounded fun. Then, a girl with a huge smile came over to me and said at a really fast pace: Hello! I’m Paulina! I’m from Chile!..And I’m your new room mate! 15 hours of flight and seven more of waiting around on airports had made me pretty trashed. I mumbled something like: Hey, nice to meet ya! and crawled upstairs. But on the inside I was really happy. Somehow, part of my soul knew that on that day I had just met for the first time my Chilean sister, Paulina. The rest is, as they say, history!

Where have all the good parties gone?

Freshmen’s Ball was last week. And maaaan, it sucked! It happened in one of those huge, warehouses in Regie (student neighbourhood in Bucharest)-not that I’m one to frown down on locations. And the music was..ahem, average- Vama and Morandi. But this party lacked energy, it lacked spirit or passion It had like 5 nerds dancing in what they thought to be a sexy manner, most of the leacherous TA’s trying to score, gawky kids dressed in kitschy clothes competing for the tittle of king and queen and, what’s worse, crappy and too little booze. People, this is not the way to organize a party! I want my University parties with fountains of chocolate, colored sugar braceletes, baloon animals and crazy taliban pirates! ( I know, my mental age is 5 ). I want my music to be loud and insane! I want beer kegs, jello shots, enormous vats of sangria and bottles of vodka, gin, whiskey and rum! I also want some fun loving, downright crazy international students. Am I asking for too much?