i want to walk down the streets of london with a red umbrella in my hands.

ugh. i`m stuffed like a christmas goose. And I feel very good about it. It`s my grandmother`s name-day today (it isn`t celebrated in a lot of countries, but here it`s been around for pretty long. ok. REEEAALLY long.) (name-day is something similar to a birthday, when you get a cake and everybody (more or less, at least) is nice to you and you get presents and you laugh and eat and celebrate. each name has it`s nameday on a specific date in the year. Mine`s on 5th of december.), and I returned home from my trip yesterday at about 3 a.m. (thank god for espressos!) and pretty much as soon as I saw my bed, passed out from exhaustion, but, well, at 3 p.m. today, I was at my grandma`s eating small salmon sandwiches and drinking juice. and then there was the cottage cheese cake with raisins and it tasted divine. And everyone was very happy. Even my dog. He got a chewing toy from Finland. He loves it.
And tomorrow it`s my best friend`s Marta`s name day. *woohoo!* and I haven`t seen her in a real long while (yes, two weeks is a really long time, considering the fact, that we usually babble on the phone for 3 hours every night and meet every second day more or less) And I just finished packing her gift. It`s in a big black box, which I thought was too boring, so I put four post-its on each side of it and every post it has some "Muse" lyrics on them, as she is a die-hard Muse fan. She got to see them on the 17th of July in "Positivus" festival. And, as far as I can tell, she`s still pretty much happyhappyhappy from that gig. And I can fully understand her, considering the fact, that I was pretty much the same after I first saw them.
And we even made a poster for this gig, which was very childish and was very fun to make.
And now, when I remember that we so often think of ourselves as of spongebob and patrick (though we haven`t sorted out who`s who...hmm.), the poster totally proves it.


and I wish that when I`ll be old, I would have a house on the cold stones by the sea, that would be hidden from the world`s glance by a forest of pine-trees, I`d have a rocking chair in which I would sit while my grandchildren would be playing by the fireplace with toys and I`d be reading a fairytale about a land across thirty nine lands and seas, and I definetely wish, that when I`ll be old, I`ll still be madly in love.



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