I wish to have a foreign pen friend so much. From Japan, Great Britain, USA, Europe...

Be yourself, everyone else is taken. (с) Oscar Wilde

Watching of House M.D. is strictly contra-indicated for me, because I discover a lot of different illnesses and really worry about it.

The sun is having an effect upon me like upon a flower. I am stretching to the sun and charging with positive sunny rays. I've been so waiting for it. And now I'm just closing my eyes for troubles.
Our professor frankly and unfair failed the whole stream for his discipline. We're writing reports on him, and now I'm going to retake this test again. Academy is going to grant my practice, so the next two months I will be some kind of an unskilled labourer.
But...
It is pleasant that I can finaly put my old frayed converse-sneakers on.
It is pleasant that renovation of the appartament is going to be finished this weekend and I will be able to make spring cleaning.
It is pleasant that I am going to have the third little black rat from Moscow Rat Club.
It is pleasant that my Birthday is soon, although I am going to pass it while training for the test.
It is pleasant that I have the mood to make some creaive things again.

I hate those people who believe that there are only two opinions - "their own and the wrong one". It has no sense to argue with them - it will cost much more for yourself. You just need to switch "don't care" option and let though burst.
 

My chest is filled up with emotions. I haven't felt such a thing for a long time, but I still have this ability just to be happy with no reason. I want to share my mood with everyone!

I can't believe that I've managed to survive through these autumn and winter. It was a long and terrible period.
Now I'm coming out at the daylight, like a snowdrop.

I believe that Mars is my homeland.

I remember in my childhood, in winter, when my mom hanged out washed clothings at the balcony, they became frosted and hard. And when she took some big bedsheet or bed pread out, I liked to get under it and sit like inside the shelter, until it unfreezes and falls onto my head.

Tarantino.
This name you can savour, while inside your head juicy moments from the movies, brights dances and memorable dialogs are rushing past.
Chuck Berry twist, snake striptease, lap dance and feet massage.
Kahuna burger, milkshake and "Red Apple" cigarettes.
And those tomato joke is undoubtedly in my top.

- They say, you'd been going to be arrested, and what for?
- Well, I was smoking.
- Smoking? I suppose, you killed somebody and was smoking around?
- No, just for smoking.

Today I learned how to make airplanes from the paper and launched them from the balcony. Childish happiness!

Sorrow - is when ou're sitting on the floor of the soviet kitchen, smoking and drinking coffee with fried black bread rusks. At first you dip them into the mug, but later on you have a handful of rusks poured into the coffee with a smile. And a heart-to-heart conversation.
 

If you don't want somebody to read something, don't write it.

Hapiness - is when you're sitting on the floor of the soviet kitchen, drinking wine and smoking.
Chairs are not enough for everybody, and wide windowsill, where someone usually sits, is unoccupied, because the ashtray is on the floor.
The wine is selfmade, saturated, sweet, rough, which cannot be bought in the shop. There is no need for toasts aloud; exchange glances, tinkle glasses with a smile and take a sip of summer passion. What words are for, when you know, that today you're drinking for love.

I've got a backup.
If we don't get a spouse till 40, we'll get married.
:)