I am not a failure. (wish I were an athlete. hey wait…we all are!)

such a cool ad! oh, Grace, tell me what the song is!! i cant put my finger on it but it’s so cool and we’ve heard it, im sure!

be amazed? dont be amazed.

man, this is just too funny! i gotta write it down. ma suna andrei…era la o petrecere fix deasupra mea, in bloc…la john. iese pe balcon, eu la geam-vorbim. all’s cool and my dream of being friends with the neighbour is fulfilled. but short…he calls after like…half an hour, ca sa ies pe hol. cand colo, acu se mutasera vis-a-vis, al vecinul, profa de info din liceu. parintii plecati, plodu’ ca de obicei isi face de cap (obisnuit cu revelioane, zile de nastere….nu ale lui….vomiting overboard and so on, loud bangs…). so this time it was i dunno who’s birthday and they all gathered at darie’s, my neighbour. so, intru in casa-never done that before in so many years, lume pe acolo, prin sufragerie. ma duc direct in camera tipului, sa stau putin cu andrei. care e deja cherchelit putin si bine-dispus. ma joc cu mingea de fotbal de la benzinarie tryin my thing with the jogling on one finger. intra darie in camera. im kinda ashamed-”salut!” el-”buna! “avea treaba la calc. se mai intoarce o data sa zica “nu se intampla nimic aici”. as if!! nobody ever told on him, or it would have been his skin! andrei incepe sa rada, “wow, sunteti vecini de atata vreme si n-ai fost pe aici? voi nu va cunoasteti mah”. tipu-”ba da mah”..yeah..sure…i guess…we dont actually talk…only recently began to say hy…anyhoo…pleaca..raman cu andrei, talk talk talk..vine si john…bine-dispus si el. eh, lemme skip this…ze moment: vine o tipa…alexandra, anul 1 la urbanistica acum se pare (I remember her from highscool, bla bla…and from  last summer in the maxi-taxi, she fell asleep and her head kept falling sideways and on her lap and she still wouldn’t wake up!!!) si…lemme describe. o bluzita skimpy, alba asa, transparent enough to read the bra’, a pair of short, electric green, tight pants, lil ankle bracelet, wavy dark hair, mascara, big smile! oooh….”good ole times”, incepe andrei…”wow, ce-ai crescut!”, mie imi face cu ochiul as in…”what a mamassita”…as I said he was pretty wasted already. shiny eyesss, glowin, smilin silly!. imi mai arde si mie un pupic, ba ne ia de gat…dar acum all eyes on deck. well, she was totally intimidating! apparently. cuz…incepe el sa depene cand he tips over the glass of whisky and coke he had on his lap. he tips it  on the pants between his legs!!!! hahahaha!! sa mor de ras! incepe c(atre ea)..”aoleu, uite ce mi-ai facut…m-ai intimidat, e vina ta…”, se mai miorlaie si ea acolo…(note! i got nothin with her, she was actually pretty cute and from what I remember smart dar….povestea asa in sine, e prea de film!!!). balanganindu-se se duce la baie, sopa and water, im in the doorway laughin muy heart out! what a silly goose!! talk about feminine effects-plus booze. then he asks for a hairdryer and while talking to her keep dryin between his feet-his croch yeah!! c’moooon!!! that’s comedy! eh, sa-l lasam pe andrei..raman eu cu ea…hmm..cant really talk, just 2-3 words…si intra un tip, bine facut, intaltut, looks 2o smth but turns out to be the 11th grade!!! naturally, e topit dupa fata… incepe cu “deranjez” ea-i zice ca da, el…”serios, deranjez? ah, pai atunci plec”, si ea “pai da…ha! ce-ai mah glumesc”. si el “ah, hihihi” si se hahaie ei acolo. (again no offense intented, looked like nice people). vai, ce-o soarba din priviri, but he’s also a bit shy, flippin his head down and sideways. oh! isi aminteste sa faca cunostinta “eu sunt stefan” (parca). se intoarce si da mana si cu mine dar…i’m not really there…not the object of merit. vine si john…askin her loads of questions, which I could tell he didn’t care about!! ce sa mai, sunt morti baieti…vine si radu ala, fitzi fitzi kinda…:P throwin a lil charm in there himself…I kinda think I was the funniest one. no one observing me and I just looked, dumbfounded at how ridiculous things are! it’s like puppy dogs, hormone haze, call it whatever, but it’s just like u see in the movies…ii soptesc lui andrei ca nu m-as imbraca asa…desi nu era fata chiar asa rau, I just realised I’d never, the blouse was odly shaped…el…”lemme tell u a secret. that’s what boys like bla bla…” yeah yeah…the kitchen then was kinda funny but it’s too much to tell…so i went so that drew can smoke si erau tot niste pustani d-astia, god knows where from…kinda stuuuuuuu….beep! i mean i dunno…ce limbaj! i think I’m obsolete…unu zicea de profa lui ca “a facut niste desene de-ale ei din ‘63, cu muschi si d-astea”..altu radea si vorbea cu accent, altu arata ca un puscarias, (man, I suck!!! I deserve to rot in hell)…well…erau mai multi prin casa…thk god they left soon, went to sinaia or smth, to a pub…drew will tell me all about it and then I’ll remember the hairdryer issue!!!!hahaha…ah…mai lipsea aurash…hahaha!!