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Kettlebell syndrome

I'm shocked. The Kettlebell really confuses something in my head. Sometimes strange things happen and i can't live my usual life as i did before these actions.
For example when i was about 9 years old i looked up in a dictionary what the word conservative means, when I realised that rivers come from somewhere and when I started profiting from small swindles and lies. The last cut-off point in my life was the disappointment caused by the The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. And now this kettlebell thing...
I hope that someday I'll find the answer to my questions, but when i'll first hear them, they'll confuse me... I'm sure.

Óóó, Ember!

Szomorú estére alkonyodtunk. Szombaton hagytam el utoljára a házat. Csütörtök óta 1 kimenő hívás. Semennyi bejövő. 2 sms. Szomorú. Kissé jelentéktelen vagyok. Bocsánatot kérek. De amúgy: én ezt így nembírom tovább.

Ущерб!

Saturday night i wanted to watch a Woody Allen film which started at 11 o'clock. I missed it cause i've already fallen into sleep. Last night there was a film which started ten minutes before midnight. I very proud (not prude) of me that i managed to kept myself awake, and i watched it. It was about how to find rich men, and how to profit. But during the girl pulled the buffoon's legs, she has fallen in love with a poor one. It was really instructive.
the problem is that good films are in late evening and i have to learn how to rest before them. Maybe i will sleep sometimes in the afternoon.
I want to go to a concert on Saturday. Perhaps I will ask some of my friends to come with me. Perhaps not. That "Last week" still hurts. And as i see this one will be the same.
btw this is my last week at home with myself. During the summer we're going to have a lot of guests and friends, and my parents won't go to work... So i "say goodbye" to this unbearable solitude.

After the Death of Me

i like these days. things go well with my father. We went cycling in the week-end and we talk to each other. This is nice. but if just look at the other side... It was one of my most loneliest week in this year. Maybe that's the reason why I have read two books during 5 days. It's not usual.
if you have already heard about the English alternative band called Bloc Party, and if you have heard their song: I Still Remember (or Hunting for witches)... Then you have the possibility to imagine what i feel now...

Some words about my "bac de francais": It was more difficult than i expected. I think i didn't have enough straight tip, but I had some "nearly straight one". We had to write two letters. I've written a whole letter about "18 bottle of wine". It wasn't appropriate. My teacher suggested that it was a big fault.
So... hmm. not so... rather S.O.S. ---> It means. Somebody Oughtto Saveme!!!

Aprés "LE"

J'ai fait autour de 15 km ce jour, c'était trés méchant. Il y avait trois problémes: je, il et nous. Et deux solutions. Tu n'es pas faux si tu penses que je choisi la pire. Je ne doit pas permettre pour les influences des autres. Je doit apprendre que il n'y a rien que/qui est plus important que ......

I appriciate this blog

There are not many posts in this blog so this evening I've read them, and realised that I like forgetting things. For example I've totally forgotten someone with who I was in love in january and I also forgotten my agony of the New Year's Eve.
On the other hand it's very positive 'cause I can do it again if necessary... the problem is: I don't want.

Nice

It was a nice day. it was nice to hear from him that " Nice to see you". When he said it didn't mean that "it IS nice to see me". What he said meant that he waited for that meeting, and it was nice to his heart...
Well. If i right remember there were some days when I tought that "it" can work between us. I changed my mind.
The truth is: my heart suggest something different. Suggest someone different, who is maybe unreachable but thats all.
On the other hand it was pleased to me to hear that he likes me.
And it's my dicision to chase the "old" love. ohhpsz It's not accurate. it wasn't love when we were together. Now it is. And I realised what I did in the wrong way...
The reality is: I won't have chance to do it well. he's out. :'(

Mon Dieu!

I'm really tired of going to school. After this relaxing break I have to do the usual "life" and fight with those nerveus... It's a habit with me to be depressed after good things. But that's life: ups-and-downs, and It's time for me to learn how to deal.
As I wrote I had no inspiration to go a New Year's Eve pary. And... I did it. So I ignored every circumstances and i did what I tought the best for me. The result is: I stayed home...

Solving those problems

I have to profess that I have a really bad feeling about myself because of ingoring this blog so long. I just do some pitiable effort to make my english better and one of my classmate had an advise. He recommended me to write a blog in english. And i tought it is just about that. I have not realise how much I enjoy it (even i make a lot of mistakes)
I have a hungarian blog at www.sors.blogol.hu
So. tomorrow will be the pary of the parties. Or not? The problem is in my head. because i think the Party of The New Years Eve is just for thoso who worked all year and at this night they have a last chance to have a party. But I'm not one of them. The 2007 year was just about entertainment for me. I don't need a last chance. I used the whole year to do what I want.
Even so... I'll go to the party. But just as usual.

Not getting well

When I went out at the break to smoke, my ex-boyfriend dropped his searching gaze on me. Maybe he... Too complicated...
We had a typically funny biology lesson today. Nevertheless I hate this subject, these lessons are one of the most ridiculous.
I have something to learn this afternoon. Tomorrow I'll have an examination about which I'm very nervous. It's part of getting my driving licence.
Last week I said to my best girlfriend that she is a faggot. She didn't like it. We haven't spoke to each other since. But I think I was right, and I don't care anymore about her emotional shootings. On that score I won't go to the party on Friday. C'est la vie.
I start learning.