emotional (so called) comeback
Well, isn't this shocking! It's been 7 months since I last posted. Horror.
And no, I still don't have my own internet, but luckily I've got a friend with a fab new connection and she's willing to have me over every now and then to browse around a bit.
First of all, I missed updating my journal which, looking back at it, influenced me in a very therapeutic way. And, more importantly, I missed every single person I had any kind of relationship with. God, the number of times I nearly cried thinking about all the fun times I had on here, the hours I spent chatting with people over the msn messenger and AIM *tear*
Also, I swear my heart skipped a few beats when I saw (on my last entry) that the people I love still remembered me and I felt sad but also thrilled, happy, emotional. I mean, some of those people know me as well as my closest friends who live like 15 minutes away, and most of them (-you-, if you’re checking this out) live like…a whole day away. Ok, I’m getting all emotional here and if I continue feeling nostalgic I’ll go crazy, or depressed.
So, to all of you who’ll be reading this and who still remembers lil’ ol’ me - I love you, guys.
So, it seems like I’m gonna be able to update more often now, it’s seems fair towards my poor unvisited journal to get filled with words of past (don’t mind my expressions, I’m reading too much lately).
So, what’s new? I’ll cut it short. Not too much. I’m happily unemployed, happily not tied with anyone and happily waiting for the next July to try and get in to that damned uni I want to attend. I tried this summer but there were too many people, and I poorly, barely passed the given percentage. I’ve got to get much better then that so I’m doomed to a, at least, 6 months studying marathon.
On the question of lovin, I’ve got a few, so called, relationships behind and they all stank. Badly. But, Ena wouldn’t be Ena if she weren’t foolishly in love with a band and/or a member, and it considers my new (10 months new to be precise) obsession which comes in a form of a German sextet - Rammstein *sigh* . And the man in question is their guitarist, Richard *another sigh*
It’s been a great concert year, none the less. I’ve seen Rammstein in Slovenia, I’ve seen them also on Wiener Neustadt festival in Austria (which was bitchin), and I also saw none other then my former obsession Marilyn Manson, here in shitty Croatia. Then I saw The Hives and Prodigy. And it was all very rockin and good drunken fun.
I’m dying to get back into the lovely Placebo world and be informed about anything that has to do with them. Few weeks ago I randomly came upon 20 years video and I cried. I cried coz I miss being part of the whole little world over here with all the lovely loyal fans and all the detailed information and coz I remembered and felt how much they meant and still do mean to me. Ok, I’m getting emotional again.
Did anyone see the Last Day of Curt Cobain by Gus Van Sant? I really wanna know what’s it like. I saw Garry by Gus the other day and I’m still in awe, it’s fabulous.
And another thing, that beautiful Slovenian tv channel finally bought Queer As Folk, season 5, but SADLY (gah!) the last episode is on next Friday and I think I’m gonna just DIE. Gawd!
Oh oh, and there’s also a pretty cool new series I’m watching, called The L Word, and it’s not too bad, it’s just that I find the main girl quite irritating. And also there’s some drool material. I forgot the girl’s name but she’s beyond fuckable. Excellent.
Ok, I’m done, I think. So LOVE to you all. And just to wrap this up, here’s my husband- Richard Kruspe, the godly man from Rammstein, the godly band with evil music. <3
And no, I still don't have my own internet, but luckily I've got a friend with a fab new connection and she's willing to have me over every now and then to browse around a bit.
First of all, I missed updating my journal which, looking back at it, influenced me in a very therapeutic way. And, more importantly, I missed every single person I had any kind of relationship with. God, the number of times I nearly cried thinking about all the fun times I had on here, the hours I spent chatting with people over the msn messenger and AIM *tear*
Also, I swear my heart skipped a few beats when I saw (on my last entry) that the people I love still remembered me and I felt sad but also thrilled, happy, emotional. I mean, some of those people know me as well as my closest friends who live like 15 minutes away, and most of them (-you-, if you’re checking this out) live like…a whole day away. Ok, I’m getting all emotional here and if I continue feeling nostalgic I’ll go crazy, or depressed.
So, to all of you who’ll be reading this and who still remembers lil’ ol’ me - I love you, guys.
So, it seems like I’m gonna be able to update more often now, it’s seems fair towards my poor unvisited journal to get filled with words of past (don’t mind my expressions, I’m reading too much lately).
So, what’s new? I’ll cut it short. Not too much. I’m happily unemployed, happily not tied with anyone and happily waiting for the next July to try and get in to that damned uni I want to attend. I tried this summer but there were too many people, and I poorly, barely passed the given percentage. I’ve got to get much better then that so I’m doomed to a, at least, 6 months studying marathon.
On the question of lovin, I’ve got a few, so called, relationships behind and they all stank. Badly. But, Ena wouldn’t be Ena if she weren’t foolishly in love with a band and/or a member, and it considers my new (10 months new to be precise) obsession which comes in a form of a German sextet - Rammstein *sigh* . And the man in question is their guitarist, Richard *another sigh*
It’s been a great concert year, none the less. I’ve seen Rammstein in Slovenia, I’ve seen them also on Wiener Neustadt festival in Austria (which was bitchin), and I also saw none other then my former obsession Marilyn Manson, here in shitty Croatia. Then I saw The Hives and Prodigy. And it was all very rockin and good drunken fun.
I’m dying to get back into the lovely Placebo world and be informed about anything that has to do with them. Few weeks ago I randomly came upon 20 years video and I cried. I cried coz I miss being part of the whole little world over here with all the lovely loyal fans and all the detailed information and coz I remembered and felt how much they meant and still do mean to me. Ok, I’m getting emotional again.
Did anyone see the Last Day of Curt Cobain by Gus Van Sant? I really wanna know what’s it like. I saw Garry by Gus the other day and I’m still in awe, it’s fabulous.
And another thing, that beautiful Slovenian tv channel finally bought Queer As Folk, season 5, but SADLY (gah!) the last episode is on next Friday and I think I’m gonna just DIE. Gawd!
Oh oh, and there’s also a pretty cool new series I’m watching, called The L Word, and it’s not too bad, it’s just that I find the main girl quite irritating. And also there’s some drool material. I forgot the girl’s name but she’s beyond fuckable. Excellent.
Ok, I’m done, I think. So LOVE to you all. And just to wrap this up, here’s my husband- Richard Kruspe, the godly man from Rammstein, the godly band with evil music. <3