the daily juice

I have to make an announcement. Or rather report from the scene…
We have a small bathroom problem and I am announcing, officially, the season for bathroom tourism as open. I want to show to the world the importance of personal hygiene and I am going to have a bath every 2,3 days. (Because you know, in Bulgaria we do it 2 times a year - around Christmas and easter
In the next few days/weeks, if you are in Torino, you are going to be contacted to host for several hours a student who is mostly willing to use your facilities.

Last night was great. Last night was perfect. First with my roommate we went to a jazz performance of a local band … “Have you met miss Jones?” :-)))) After that, and a shared bottle of wine, I managed to sell her the idea of us going to have a look at one disco, Chalet, where there was a student party. at first she was shy, but then had a sip of a liquer and we totally hit the dancefloor till 4 o’clock

After such a night it is quite easy to evade any responsibility by just saying that I’ve been drunk. Ofcourse I wasn’t.*

It turns out that there are far more exchange students at the economics faculty, but they don’t come to the english lectures because they want to learn italian (this makes me a total hypocrite, because I choose all my lectures in english). Yesterday I met one guy from the USA (at around 3 o’clock I was totally enthusiastic about the loads of ragazzi con curly hair) who had the perfect curly hair

I decided that it is time to do something about my biscuit addiction and I am not buying any for the weekend! Which is a quite stable decision as I just managed to bake me the best ones ever:-))

My morning routine: 1. Mi sveglio, 2. Mi preparo un caffe lungo, 3. Ascolto The girl from Ipanema, 4. Gioco Mahjong - sono un grande maestro di Mahjong:-)))

So, now we are coming to the good part of today’s juice, I fought with my lazyness and procrastination and eventually came out as a winner, so I am getting my pictures from my mobile on the computer. I am afraid it is not possible to upload them on wordpress, so either I put them on facebook or somebody is so nice to tell me some site for this stuff, as lazyness came again I am not possible to think of one

* You may ask “Why ofcourse?”. I can tell you. Because of the really really shitty hangovers I can get in the morning. And because for me it is really easy to get so drunk and not remember anything the next day. It goes on like this “Oooo, yesterday evening, you danced quite close to that guy” (the polite version of “You were quite over him”) and I am like “there were guys?” O.O and anyway, here it is too expensive to get really wasted
and yes, today I had a small hangover, but I recollect last night. Almost.

mmmMMmmmMMMmmm

1) still on the girl of ipanema wave

2) I am a passionate time waster. I don’t have time for my university project but for reading life stories of other extreme aquariuses I have all the time in the world.

3) That Czech guy is totally amazing and clueless. Yesterday we had a How To Wash Dishes lesson Looking at him I feel a bit guilty, because his mother’s whims are like mine.

He told me about the Dog. The Dog. She, it is a she, is the first one to experience any of the whims of his mother and if she survives comes the brother. She is a fox terrier

So generally his mother first gave the dog a machine haircut. The dig didn’t want to see her for 2 days and it probably tried AGAIN to run away.  Then, after 1 week, she told Vasek and his brother that it is time for a new haircut. She started from the morning and in the evening they were tired of saying “No”, so she did them:-)))))))

Somehow reminded me of my own attempts to play the hairdresser and do a nice cut on a guy. Every time it ends with a 0 size hair because I do not get the concept of the angle and the things you put on those machines, so it is like on one side long, on the other short… it is a mess.

Anyway, this is the 3rd dog. The first one used to run away every month till it succeeded, the next one found out that only death can save him from Vasek’s mother and the third one just had a new haircut

There is also this about the mother and her friends, which are the mothers of Vasek’s friends. When they gather the boys are not allowed to come down or they have to go their granny for a night over, and if they dare to present themselves before these ladies, they are asked Questions. Here he couldn’t tell me what kind of questions (probably because he was laughting too hard) but I think it is the kind of Questions you do not want to be asked.

She reacted mildly on the news of his engagement. Gave him just a haircut. I think that when his mother meets his fiancee the girl is also going to get some new looks

4) Anyway, Vasek is really, totally like Carot. I never expected that such a thing can survive in this modern jungle, but here he is, 24 years old, a healthy specimen of today’s humanity. wow.

yay

1) new design. like it.

2) Yesterday I was pissed, but today is a great day. Finally the czech erasmus guy returned from his home journey, he is the only one I can call friend here and is a lot like Pratchett’s Carrot, so I am very happy to have someone to whom I can communicate my daily nutty ideas.

3) Have to make this “on air” announcement:

Asya, I miss you No one can fill in your shoes:-((

4) Frank Sinatra is amazing… this voice… I’ve listening to the girl of ipanema all day yesterday, its just beautiful

5) economics. I’m loving it

confusion

Its hard to be me.
Its really hard to be so confused about the world. To be complicated and even more confused because of that. To be in the clouds and gone with the wind and only major storms can land you on heavy practical earth. then I am even more confused.
That love thing. Is beyond any words.
That realtionship thing. even worse.

Its hard to be so confused.
So better stick up to good old theory fundamentals and observe the world through a keyhole. What is more harder than economics of supply and demand? (Thats the confusing part because economy is, in general, just a humbug).
I should have become a mathematician. Mathematics looks sound. I don’t have the diligence, although, and my twisted  way of thinking would have expelled me from any academic circle.
So better stick up to economy and confuse people with my own confusion.

But its hard to be also paranoid about one’s own confusion. When crossing the street to look about 3 times in every direction to be sure that the fellows with the white shirts with the funny sleeves are not coming to get you.

Actually even when crossing the street I am so wasted that last week only I barely escaped a tram. Hearing cars rush by from behind is normal.

I think its because the aquarius business. I red somewhere about the way we are confused, and it quite fits the profile.

I am confused.

I want a cat.

Frank sinatra - The girl from Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah

When she walks, shes like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

(ooh) but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesnt see (doesnt see)
(she just doesnt see, she never sees me,…)

situations

1) On Sunday I decided that it is a good moment to do something for my soul, so I went to the english church, where I met one lady…:

She: Where are you from?

Me: Bulgaria

She: Excuse me?

Me: Bulgaria

She wrinkles her forehead. Silence.

Me: Its in Eastern Europe.

She manages to get a grip: With all those names changing…

Me: It had the same name all the time.

Somebody intervened and saved her. I don’t mind people not knowing where or what Bulgaria is, I mind open ignorance. At least the pastor had the diplomacy to say that it is a great country.

2) Later on there was another conversation with an african street vendor:

He: I am from Africa.

Me: I can see that.

Well, in Bulgaria we don’t have black people and I am quite uneducated on the subject of racial remarks. Its hard.

But he knew that there is a country, named Bulgaria, that its capital is Sofia, and he knew about Stoichkov. Why the guy from Senegal, who sells books on the street, has a better common knowledge that the old respectable lady from South Africa?

There was this comic on xkdc, one strip a guy who is wrong in solving a math problem and the comment was like “Boy, you suck at maths”, the next strip about a girl being wrong at the same and the comment “Women suck at maths”.

3) I went also to the museum of natural science and there were some funny strips on the global warming issue. One gave me an interesting point of view. It was about a pharmacy company CEO and the rising sales of anti-depression drugs.

4) I think I have commitment problems. I am afraid of them, I have fear of having a relationship.

Well, happens. I will be a diplomat and wait till it resolves from itself.

well well

Constant access to the internet and endless procrastination of studying derive my blog activity.

My excuses for logging into the net are for finding what is an annual yield of return, to plan this weekend and to glimpse into someone’s soul.

Being quite curious I did the spying job first. I shall only comment upon it: God, thank you, for giving me strenght to have answered these questions a long time ago or at least to for having enought strenght to know that questions of the heart and mind are better to be left unanswered but felt. I am able to wake up every day with a smile because I trample upon all regrets that arise successfully and without a remorse.

Annual yield of return is…hmmm… ah, whatever, I proscrastinate it till next wednesday when I am going to ask the sweet teacher which meaning exactly of all those google answers she had in mind.

Weekend… Alba and Biella, two one day voyages. They are two of the famous cities of Piemonte but looking at the orario of the trains are quite complex to reach. Maybe I will just end up going on a train and stopping at every city to look at.

and what to do this evening… don’t know. A reason of major iztreshtiavane.

The above eloquence is due to the book I am currently reading - Vanity fair. the style just gets in to you

ha ha Ha Ha HAHAHA

Ok, my enthusiasm curve is rising.

Going to so many different places in June and July makes me jump out of my pants.

But better hold my horses, as one said, because I still have exams before that. Around 5,6 curled in sequent days, one after another and instead of daydreaming in the internet I should be at home solving accounting problems. Blah! I will do that in the afternoon, yes, but not at home, at parco Valentino, on the nice green lawn

purrrr

Ok, today was a great day.

I aqm going to midsommer in Sweden after all. I am going to dance around the pole. Yay:-))

But since I am going abroad why not use some low cost airlines, check in 0 luggage, just me and m y tashev 35l backpack and travel more?

done, from sweden to poland, where because I was sooooooooooo excited of the prices I didn’t look at the dates and bought a ticket which allows me to stay 4 days in Warsaw. I’ve been there. So I dispaired a bit, but had another idea and it turns out I will be going also to Oslo for 2 days.

After Warsaw come Colosgne and Berlin.

and now I am only looking for a way back to torino and I am afraid I will have to do a big way around London, Barcelona, Paris. Poor me either with a plane, or a train, and I prefer the train

and this only with my backpack. I hope it is going to be hot in the end of june, beginning of july, I guess I will have to turn up at the airports wearing 3 layers of clothes and so on ha ha Ha Ha HAHAHAHA

But, capital is, that I will make true my hitchhiking dream trip around Europe ha ha ha Ha Ha HAHAHA

speaking of ha ha Ha Ha HAHAHA, the new pratchett book rulz totally

Post card

The following post is in english, zashtoto e mnogo po-chistichko da si go napisha na angliiski otkolkoto na shliokavicata v tova izrechenie.

There is one very popular concept for the retiring economist, at the mature age of 30y, if he has been a successfull stock broker/dealer/banker/whatever-stressfull-job, to have in his own portfolio of assets a house on th Carribean.

Maybe the promise of it could be just a post card.

There are these moments, when I study, when I feel as if I got the postcard of Paradise, when the economic humbug excites me beyond the healthy point.

Anyway, talking about cultural differences, I miss bulgarian humour. I miss it to have with whom to laugh about Ken Lee from music idol, or just to call the people djingibi (supposedly meaning naughty boy, according to Korliz, who just returned from Turkey). Speaking about Turkey I miss the magic of 1001 nights of Istanbul. But my main point is that here when I try to sell my bulgarian jokes I end up asked what kind of weed I’ve smoked. shity.
German. Yesterday I talked german. Lovely

Hmmm… what else… love is beyond any posiible means to understand. Every time I end up less sure in what exactly I want. Only goal stays to be happy.

I will finally have the pleasure of a student life, turns out I spent a small fortune last 2 months, and will have to make barely a living for the next three. On the first view this will be a great opportunity to slim down, but unfortunately my stress shows more on the inside resulting in sudden heartaches.

…and for the better of it, there are these moments when I stop trying to hold on to it and I feel immensely happy and peaceful. and hey, I am living up the italian dream:-))

A lot of italian kisses to my so faithful readers.

If anyone happens to see Minchev tell him I am not mad at him for not calling at all for the last 3 months:-PPPPPP And that I think he is just a prolonged meatball

Oh, and btw, Switzerland is beeeeeeeeauuuuuuuutiful, and totally-heartbreakingly-expensive

Hoping to be able to dance around the midsommer pole,

Eva