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It’s already a well known fact that once you are not traveling, there is so much less things you can write down about your life. Routine kicks in pretty quickly and things are repeating themselves and always the ones, you don’t want to repeat out loud.

But whatever happens, my life is still full of surprises, unforgettable moments, emotional crisis and especially many million happenings inside my head. As I should have told maybe today that `if you think I am overreacting, you should be inside my head`, I kept it to myself. Some things, you just need to keep to yourself. Am I right?

Perfect weekend with a Perfect girl’s birthday

The spring came pretty fast, although it was still winter on the outside. With the spring, my dear oLga’s [who needs, will understand] birthday came along as well, so some of us were invited to the perfect, or if not perfect, then pretty damn close to the perfectness place – Nida. The long weekend came in handy, so we packed our bags and hit the road. Well, almost just like that, easily, hit the road.

I started my trip with Jurgita in Ieva’s Čiundra, Vilnius-Kaunas (Goda’s place) destination. We came in, found our girl to be sick, but we still were tough Lithuanian chicks, therefore we still were sticking to the plan to go to the place and enjoy it all. We went to get a public transportation, so we could catch a bus to Klaipėda, and that went a little wrong. It was kind of raining/snowing and our bus never showed up. After waiting till `almost too late`, we called a cab and asked the drived to go faster, so we could get into the bus.

We were joking around that if bus is full, we are screwed, but one of us was sure – we are definitely going to get in. Turns out, she was right, we did get in, although the bus was kind of full. So we sat in, started chatting, gossiping, laughing and do all the rest awesome girly stuff.

We got into the city where oLga, Mr. Plus and Pėčka was waiting for us. So here we were, 6 of us [it turned out later to be the perfect dream team] walking around the city, coming to the pier, taking a kind of little boat [well, people call it ferry, I still call all ferries boats] and got into this peninsular [wow, I even managed to spell it right], where Nida is located. We got `pleasantly` surprised that the bus is going not `now` like we were expecting, but in two hours. Well, this is just getting better and better. So we did a little walk. Forwards and backwards, ate some sweet birthday cake, walked some more, got some tea, walked some more. Finally, the bus came along, we took the bus and we almost could have felt the destination in the air.

First thing we did in the place, was coming to some little cozy restaurant for some brilliant mushroom soup and hot wine. The things started looking up and we were already having a lot of fun joking around and getting warm and comfortable. We finally got into the place, which we were calling our temporary home for the weekend. We started with a late dinner, which we ended with tones of hot wine, UNO game and many million pieces of jokes and talked. We have been sitting there till 4 a.m., listening to the good old songs and talking endlessly. We were definitely the perfect team and we just did not want to go to sleep.

The next morning we woke up for the breakfast and for the waiting of the 7th person of ours to come. And then we went for our big walk around. It was still the very same jokes, laughs and everything following us. We started our walk at the kind of pier, I guess, moved on to the dunes, walked around, made pictures, had fun and stupid childish games with basically nothing. It was truly a vacation – for the brains at least, anyway. We went along to the seaside, made more pictures, more talking and more joking around.

We ended up our excursion back at home, with some freshly smoked fish for the dinner. It was one of the best dinner anyone ever could have had. It was awesome. Especially the company. The second night kind of repeated itself, since we ended up playing UNO and talking till the dawn. Or almost till the dawn, anyways. It was amazing really. Well, amazing minus the broken zipper of my shoe. Damn, that made me really angry. Čivas managed to fix it and I was very grateful for him. Well anyway, after the wine was gone and the speeches were still not over, we decided to call it a night and go to sleep. It was the leaving day, the next day and we had to travel a long way home.

The morning started with some sort of breakfast and going to the lighthouse. After the lighthouse we walked to the sea one again. It was very `comfortable` to walk with my broken shoe, but was I ever a girl to skip some fun because of such a tiny detail like something broken?

We got back to the place, had a farewell lunch kind of thing, packed our stuff and left. The boys went home with a car, while we, 5 girls, decided to take a trip back to the capital with a bus. It was supposed to be a fun trip. And it was. It definitely was. We got to the bus stop, waiting for the bus and here we see Mr. Plus coming to us. He actually brought ice-cream for each of us. I mean seriously, can I guy be more perfect? It was great. We managed to cheer bus drivers also, since our birthday girl had balloons [aren’t those things just little perfect thingies?] and we were all so cheerful.

The bus drive was comfortable and well managed. The girls were sitting in pairs, while I was left sitting with `the kitchen` [I had all of the food and drinks with me]. We were joking and continuing the perfect weekend still, but then, at some point, most of the girls went to the dreams country and I went to read. I just wanted to finish my book. And I did. Unfortunately, together with the book, the perfect weekend ended. With a promise to repeat it at some point soon.

Cinema spring.

Ok, I am only translating the name, not sure how should I do it though, but let’s leave it Cinema spring. It’s just a festival, where you can choose a lot of non-Hollywood kind of movies to watch. And so we, of course, couldn’t miss this chance. On this international Women day we bought cheaper tickets [well, actually Urbutis did, and I am still grateful for her for that] and then started choosing the movies.

It wasn’t really very easy to do that, since there were million of movies and most of them seemed to be great, but we were four of us with different wishes and so we had to get to a conclusion. We made some sort of the voting and we chose 5 movies. I took one more, since I just felt a need to see a movie that was made out of the Murakami’s book. I haven’t read that particular book, but I loved `Kafka on the Shore`, so I figured `Norwegian Wood` must be good too.

We started with a very psychedelic movie that kind of hit us hard. Then the second one was a brilliant story about brotherhood and football, which I truly loved. Then the third one was for now the best one, about women in Lebanon and her mixed up life. It was so awesome, that I am still something thinking about it. Well, the ending was a little too much of the fantasy, but still great movie.

So far the last one we’ve seen was some sort of psycho almost porn movie about strange people and even stranger things. Although it did provide couple of jokes that we were laughing so hard, but however, it was a weird movie, seriously.

And then, there was this `Norwegian Wood`. I started with reading the book, which was a bit of a challenge, since I had to read it in three days after work and it was almost 400 pages. I managed, though [so proud of myself] and then I saw the movie. Well, I have to say, even though I liked both book and the movie, I still had to choose one of those.


Wild girls night out

It started as a very innocent evening really. It was just Urbutis, who wanted to go dancing. And i made a promise to join her if I finish my book. So I finished my book and I had no other choice but to join her.

We started with a beer in one of the bars, where her brother with a friend joined us. It was nice and relaxing and I enjoyed it. I was kind of hoping to go to sleep after that bar, but no, we went dancing. It wasn‘t really anything too special, but we have been dancing half of the night and before I knew it, it was 5 a.m and I was already on my way home. Once again my `just one beer` night turned out into a dancing till the morning night.

If that wasn’t enough, the next night we went out again. We started in one place, where a friend of my friends was playing in the band for some sort of competition. After that Jesus [well, not technically Jesus, but we really looked like him] joined us and we went to another place. Talk here, talk there and once again, the lights came on. Ok, so it’s a polite way to say to the customers `get the …. Out of here` and so we did. Once again, my easy night out turned out into the one that ends at around 4 a.m.

Off topic

Once again. I was right. I was so right from the very beginning. And I can accept, this time I wish I was wrong. But it never works this way, does it? And once again, I managed to surprise myself. Not sure if that’s a right thing to do or a mistake. I guess we will see.

Just don’t take my home away from me, please.

I may have gone crazy, but diagnosis is now official: my state of mind – stable. In your face!

`Have you ever said something and then, after a second, regretted? But words are not to be retrieved and not to be erased from one’s memory. Just like a letter, that’s been sent, cannot be brought back`.

We all leave footprints. It’s just some of those are coming in too deep and burns. Like hell.

`I killed a dream today. Mission accomplished. Like someone said – killing the dreams is not an easy profession. Have to agree, I guess. It’s not easy being me [and no, I am not flattering myself].`

I was expecting too much. I trusted too much. And there, I didn’t get it. It was true, but I didn’t listen to myself. How could I learn to leave the past’s rubbish bin alone? Yet, it came back again. Why you say it, if you don’t mean it? Just for fun. Funny or sad that is, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Just makes me smile. Aren’t you a foolish boy, my dear?

Is this a game again? I don’t want to be a part of it. It starts to be tiring already. When is it enough?

From the math lectures: if he is curiosity and I am a cat. And it’s already ninth time. Is that it? Over?

`He wanted her to be happy. But he did not know that happy she wanted to be with him.`

Have you ever experienced that? Being there too long to forget. And too short not to miss.

`if there is one thing I would want to experience is saying out loud `I am afraid of falling..` and get a whisper `I have wings` in my ear as a response`.

`You have a killer look`. Wow, that’s some sort of the compliment. Or was it reproach? But I don’t want to be a killer.

Crazy people do crazy things. Me? I have never been completely normal. Although this little wild animal inside of me starts falling asleep. But you won’t get it, anyways. Close the doors once you leave, will you?

Do you remember that time, when we were walking along the downhill? When we laughed till we cried? It was so cold and so snowy, but we still have been walking there and looking. Looking.. There. Every time I remember this, I start wanting a lot, a lot of snow, run to the downhill and look forward. Will you take me by my hand? Will we run again? To meet bunch of snowflakes?

I made up my mind. And for everyone’s sake, I hope that no one will f*** it all up.