It's always good-bye to somebody

Good-byes started as the holidays are getting closer. It's weird being an "international student"...Before coming here I was thinking about how my room mates would be, how my class mates would be...how all my new friends will be. I was sure there has to be someone I would not get along with or whose habits would piss me off...but here I am crying my eyes out for people I only know for a few months but feel so related to. The experience is just like the feelings that cannot be explained. Most of the people will be here next semester too, but others will not.

Tonight Mara left. Her imperfect way of being makes me already miss her. I stayed with her in her room as she was packing...concerning about the weight of the bag. I barely kept the tears when she hugged me and said good-bye. She said I should take it as "see ya'"...but I know chances are it's not going to be like that. I will miss everything about her...the talking, the funny walks we had, our stupid jokes...her camera :)...The photo she left for us on the fridge will make me feel like she's still here every morning.

I guess it's not just Mara...its realizing that at some point we will all have to say good-bye and the more time passes the harder it gets. This is different from saying it to people at home because I am more than sure I will see them again.

Long forgotten idols of a wierdo

While talking about piercing and tattoos, that I would like to get at some point in my life, I remembered about my long forgotten idols - the SG (http://suicidegirls.com/). I remember finding them when I was in Kiev, bored and searching the internet for interesting stuff. Back then, I liked them because my teenage self searching mind found them as a nice identity. The idea of Goth Pin-up Girls went pretty well with the music and the feelings I had. The site is a passage to another way of life. The girls are characterized by piercing, tattoos, weird hair cuts and vintage clothes...but also very innocent (Lolita like) glances and poses. It's like an intriguing girlish portal...and I still love the photos – back then you could access most of them because the website was new (now you have to pay).

Some weird things I like (weird because other people make funny faces when I do them or say them):

- eating with the knife, anything and everything (except liquid stuff) - this is something I get from my father and my grandfather :)

- rats - maybe because they are small and able to get into places, and harm unwillingly...just because they are rats + they are so smart (I don't know why people don't like them, I love them...I even had one...I hate it when I have to be there when people talk about killing them)

- polenta with french fries (aka mamaliga cu cartofi prajiti) - eaten together of course

- pills (they are small, round and colorful...how can you not like that?!) - I don't like them when I have to take them, because this means I am sick in some way...I like taking them randomly, whatever I want - whenever I want, they attracted me since I could barely walk :D

- going to the dentist (most people don't) - teeth are important, they define the smile...what would we be if we would be ashamed of showing our teeth

- playing with fire...and candle wax...I like reshaping it while it's hot and I love sticking my fingers deep in it...also in this category I love the smell of burning matches - the pyromaniac inside me spoke

- Ok...I guess the cleaning could go in here too...I love to organize things

My ride

Because I am so good at procrastinating, instead of starting to do the accounting things I MUST LEARN FOR MY EXAM ON MONDAY, I will just write something here. Usually when I try to stall time and not do what I have to do, I do my nails, take a shower, vacuum or randomly clean my room (and if my room is clean I will just clean other rooms - like the kitchen, the kitchen is always dirty), go shopping for something/anything...brush my teeth a hundred times a day if this helps me not do what I am suppose to do...and other similar things. This procrastination thing became so popular...I didn't actually know they had another word in English, a more sophisticated one, that describes being lazy. I have no idea how to translate this word in Romanian.

Anyway...I decided to write something about my ride - my bike. I was thinking that going home will also mean not having to ride it for one month. As much as I am excited about going by bus and other transportation methods that rely on motors, it is going to be weird. I developed a special relation with my bike. I named it and I take care of it. And I even helped it make some friends. Last night, when we left Lina's house, my poor bike was frozen, but it never looked so beautiful. The frozen black paint shined so nice...I felt like in a fairytale while riding it. Also my bike never let me down. It never broke...it has some problems with the hand brakes, but that's because I have to change them (probably in spring). I can always rely on it...I don't have to think about when the last bus is coming, because I can just take my bike at anytime and ride home. It's a lot like a car...but better...you breath some fresh air, you exercise, you can interact with the environment around you and you have a lot of time on your own to think about anything, you also park it and put it in the garage (aka the basement) when it's cold and raining, because you don't want it to rust. I did have two accidents with it but nothing serious. I also like how I can add all sort of accessories to it - seat cover, basket, helmet  lights (white light for the front, red light for the back) and I've seen a lot of people putting artificial flowers around the basket so that it looks nicer. In spring I am going to make a photo album of Aarhus bikes.

I wonder if Bucharest is ever going to have bicycles.

Still I hope I'll get my driver's licence this summer...this is definetly on my resolution's list.