Segodnya utrom mne bilo tak ploho...

Da, mojno skazat, mne i seichas...

Ya lejala na krovati, slushala Lostprophets, a slezi tekli sami soboi, ne sprashivaya razresheniya...

Segodnya ya vpervie osoznala, chto ya - takaya malenkaya v ogromnom-ogromnom mire... V ogromnom gorode...

Da, u menya est mesto, gde jit, no ne mogu je ya tut jit vechno. Ya slovno v podveshennom sostoyanii. Bolshe vsego mne ne hochetsa bit v tyagost dobrim ludyam, kotorie soglasilis menya priutit. Nado kak mojno bistree iskat jilye, a komnati ninche ochen dorogie. Nado iskat rabotu, a kto vozmet menya, esli mne menshe mesyaza ostalos??? Segodnya u menya vstrecha s predstavitelem Hostelling International, i ya bous, chto on posmotrit na mou vizu i dast mne pinka pod zad. Samoe ujasnoe, chto ya skuchau sovsem ne po domu - domoi ya vsegda uspeu vernutsa. Ya skuchau po lageru, po moemu rodnomu Robindel'u, po Yulechke, po Albinke, po Rusku... Po vsem!!! Po zvezde... Ya skuchau po tem vremenam, kogda mi bili vse vmeste, nasha velikaya i nepobedimaya Russian mafia... A seichas vse razyehalis, kto ostalsya v lagere, kto uehal domoi... A ya torchu neizvestno gde. Inogda dumau - uj luchshe bi ya uehala domoi srazu posle okonchaniya lagerya, chtobi ne videt etih problem, s kotorimi mne seichas predstoit stolknutsa... No, kak govoritsa, svoi put mi vibiraem sami...

A eshe nichego nevozmojnogo ne bivaet. Vse v nashih rukah...

Tolko Taison, sobachka tatyani, menya podderjivaet...

Spokoino. Uje cherez mesyaz ya budu doma.

Vse...

Cherez polchasa ya pokidau eto mesto, kotoroe za eti dva mesyaza stalo dlya menya vtorim domom, i otpravlyaus v Boston.

Ya ne znau, budet li u menya tam inet ili net, tak chto na vsyakii sluchai proshaus do 1 oktyabrya. 1 oktyabrya jdite menya domoi.

Prostite vse, komu ne napisala...

Celene privet ogromnii. Peredaite ei, chto ya ee ochen lublu i krepko zeluu, i chto kak obosnuus v Bostone, srazu je ei napishu.

2Morkvi4ka: movie ya vse-taki sperla! Ti bi znala, kakoi put mne prishlos prodelat snachala po temnomu koridoru, potom - po temnoi gostinoi!..

Priedu v Piter... Budu smotret i vspominat zvezdu...

A u nashei *, kak okazalos, est nickname - "Guitar George"!

Po krainei mere, na otkritke Sean'u on podpisalsya kak Jacek "Guitar George" Krakowski!!!

I na proshalnoi pyanke ya slishala, kak Lukas ego pozval: "Guitar George, idi suda!"

Daaa... Eto vam ne Morkvi4ki s Ogur4i4kami!!! ))))

Vot i pereehali mi v Pilot...

Teper ya jivu naverhu, nad inet-klassom. I mne nichego ne stoit spustitsa i zalezt v inet.

Ya neskolko chasov sobirala etot fuckin chemodan. V nem umestilas rovno polovina togo, chto mne nujno bilo tuda zapihat. Prishlos zasunut ostavsheesya v meshki i peretaskivat chastyami. Teper menya volnuet vopros: kak ya vse eto povezu??? Ne poedu je ya s kuchei meshkov v rukah!!! Da, soglashus: chemodan okazalsya vovse ne takim zabitim, kak mne kazalos. No vryad li tam hvatit mesta na vse ostavsheesya ((((

Nenaviju GP, nenaviju etu suku DD. Sama zabila sebe samuu luchshuu komnatu v Pilote, tak i ne jivet tam, predpochitaya nochevat u Stiv'a. Vot suchka!!!

Natasha jivet s Alex'om, DD jivet so Stiv'om, Aga budet jit so svoim Piter'om. A ya... kak vsegda, odna... Moya komnata poka pustuet, sosednyaya krovat svobodna. Eto ne samaya luchshaya komnata - mojno skazat, samaya otstoinaya. No esli ya smogu naiti takuu v Bostone po deshevke, ya budu prosto schastliva!!!



A on zabil svoi polskii movie...

Mojet, speret, poka nikto ne hvatilsya?.. Privezti v Rossiu kak relikviu...



Ya ne mogu... ya prosto ne v sostoyanii...

Ya ne mogu videt komnatu, v kotoroi on nahodilsya vchera, ne mogu videt eti stulya, gde on vchera sidel... Srazu ohvativaet handra...

A kogda ya shla iz Pilota v Evergreen, ya prohodila mimo Rec.Halla, gde besilis eti tupie freshmen'i. Igrala pesnya iz P-HOP'a, kotoraya u menya pochemu-to assoziiruetsa s toboi. Neponyatnii komok podstupil k gorlu, slezi pokatilis sami soboi... Kak je ya skuchau po tebe!.. Ti prosto ne predstavlyaesh sebe!.. Mne tebya ne hvataet, uj luchshe bi on uehal 15-go, a ne ti...



I'm lying on the docks

And watching the stars

Among them I find the brightest -

It is definitely you...

Maybe you are watching the same stars somewhere...

I would give everything

Just to watch these stars with you...

Maybe, the next year...



Ti ved pravda priedesh, zvezda?..

O gospodi... * snova napilas... Nu chto eto takoe? Ya hochu s nim ))))) Nado seichas je vilavlivat Natashku i srochno idti buhat ))))))

Chto ustavilis na poslednee slovo??? Eto ya tolko zdes pozvolila sebe nemnogo rasslabitsa ))) A kogda vernus domoi, snova ustrou sebe samii chto ni na est suhoi zakon dlinoi etak v godik ))))

A ya segodnya ves den smotru klipi na launch.yahoo.com )))))

Zdorovo ))) Uvidela Hoobastank, Franz Ferdinand, Story of the Year )))))

Uehal futbolist... Grustno...

25-go uedet *... Aaaaaaa!!! Chto ya delat budu???

Srochno mochit metall!!!!!!!!!!!

Hoobastank - Same Direction



Whenever I step outside

Somebody claims to see the light

It seems to me that all of us have lost our patience

Cause everyone thinks they're right

And nobody thinks that there just might

Be more than one road to our final destination



But I'm not ever gonna know if I'm right or wrong

Cause we're all going in the same direction

And I'm not sure which way to go

Because all along, we've been going in the same direction



I'm tired of playing games

Of looking for someone else to blame

For all the holes in answers that are clearly showing

For something to fill the space

Was all of the time I spent a waste

Cause so many choices point the same way I was going



But I'm not ever gonna know if I'm right or wrong

Cause we're all going in the same direction

And I'm not sure which way to go

Because all along, we've been going in the same direction

Going in the same direction

Same direction (same direction)



So why does there only have to be one correct philosophy?

I don't wanna go and follow you just to end up like one of them

And why are you always telling me what you want me to believe?

I'd like to think that I can

Go my own way and meet you in the end

Go my own way and meet you in the end



I'm not ever gonna know if I'm right or wrong

Cause we're all going in the same direction

And I'm not sure which way to go

Because all along, we've been going in the same direction

Going in the same direction

Going in the same direction

Same direction (same direction)

Segodnya ya zanimalas tuneyadstvom - pitalas zasorit sobstvennii tolchok v Evergreen'e. Poka nikogo ne bilo, razmotala ostatok rulona tualetnoi bumagi, zapihala v unitaz i spustila vodu. Prodelala etu prozeduru dva raza, no ni figa ne vishlo. Eto j skolko bumagi nujno tuda zapihat??? Ili amerikanzi spezialno takuu bumagu proizvodyat, nezasoryaushuu?.. Zel moya bila takova: tolchok zasoritsa => pridetsa vizivat maintenance => mojet bit, pridet zvezda... Zavtra utashu iz laundry zelii rulon i razmotau. ^_____^

Segodnya * uehala v North Conway. Nu chto eto takoe??? Emu chto, slabo bilo poehat tuda togda, kogda ezdili mi??? Nu pravilno, ego futbolist pozval, vot on i poehal. Shitttttt!!!

A teper siju, jdu ego tut ))))))

Segodnya u nas v lagere svadba. Gosti ponaehali eshe neskolko dnei nazad. Rashozyainichilis tut, i v gym, i kupatsa, i voobshe vedut sebya kak hozyaeva. Horosho, chto oni do ineta ne dobralis - predstavlyau, chto bi bilo, esli bi oni vsei svoei organizovannoi tolpoi vvalilis v inet-klass??!?! Mi-to dumali, uvidim nastoyashuu amerikanskuu svadbu!.. No ne tut-to bilo!.. Na nashem pole ustanovili ogromnii shatyor, vse gosti popryatalis tuda i nosu ottuda visunut boyatsa!.. Kak skuchno! Uje 11 pm, a u nih vse v samom razgare!.. Igraet gromkaya muzika. Chuvstvuu, ne sudba nam segodnya pospat nochyu... Vprochem, Sean nam segodnya s Natashei ustroil day off, chtobi mi spokoino smogli syezdit v bank, ya ves den spala!.. Vrode, vispalas...

Da, kstati, syezdili mi segodnya v bank, snyali vse zarabotannie nami za eti dva mesyaza dengi. Nu pochemu tak malo??? Mne na eti dengi eshe, mejdu prochim, zelii mesyaz jit neizvestno gde...

Mdaaaa... Ya predpolagala, chto posle svoego vcherashnego pozora bednaya zvezda bolshe nikogda ne syadet s nami (v chastnosti, so mnoi) za odin stol, no chtobi voobshe perestat hodit na obedi i zavtraki??? I tem ne menee eto tak. Na breakfast on prishel, kogda zavtrak uje zakonchilsya, a na lunch i vovse zabil. On tak i budet golodat do konza svoih dnei??? Dumau, teper bednyaga voobshe menya za kilometr obhodit budet!!!

Uspokoisya, zvezda!!! Vse normalno!!! Ne ti pervii, ne ti poslednii! Vse mi okazivalis v podobnoi situazii, vse potom jaleli... Vse v poryadke!!!



A eshe mne segodnya prisnilsya son, kak budto ya kupila v Wal*Marte derevyannuu seruu gitaru! Pomnu svoi ujas, chto pridetsa snova uchit akkordi i prochee, no kakoi-to akkord ya vse-taki vspomnila! ^^ Gitara okazalas malenkoi i neudobnoi, i ya reshila sdat ee obratno v Wal*Mart, i pitalas naiti chek! Ya dumala: "Etiketku ot gitari ya otodrala, no s chekom-to oni ee primut obratno?!"