Just zip it! ... and unbelievable parenting skills.

Zip it!
Well, easier said than done.
Yesterday me and my half sister decided to sew. She's 10 and I'm 21. I brought brown microfibre to make pillowcases, matching the sofa at my boyfriend's place and for her we bought some pink girly fabric with flowers and butterflies.
And just so you know, I can't sew. I am just trying to.

So we got to work, had some fun, didn't really know how to do most of things but we tried... the products were obviously very ammateur-like.
The fun stopped when the zipper time came! How to sew the zipper in? Hmm.. I tried. And then I tried really hard. And then I pricked myself with a needle. And then I started to get nervous. And when I finally did it it was weird. Whatever ... :)
Today things went better. I sewed a pink zipper in for the little one and then another brown one for my pillowcases and then I was all thrilled how easy have things become and I wanted to sew the last one in and then.... ! The sewing machine redemption. Arrgh! It just didn't want to sew the zipper. Maybe it is allergic to it. The thread was tearing, the fabric started to wrinkle up and I started to get nervous again. After my xy-th attempt without ANY succes I just tore the zipper away, folded the fabric, put it into a bag, added the zipper and took it to the tailor next door. It was just too much for me :P (and the poor zipper almost started to fall apart too)

And what about the parenting skills?
Well, one of my t(my precious dad) is a very special person. And not in a good way :P Today my little sister told me he said that the pillowcases were badly made. "He said we should have made a border! I told him it was all home made and those little things made it special and that we didn't really know how to sew because we did it for the first time but he answered that it would all fall apart and that home made things are usually better and more quality than the ones you can buy in supermarkets!" Well ... being supportive and motivating, huh?!

Thx god she's tough ...

I want a car decoration exactly like this one!

I love it, it's sooo ... Poppyish :)

Allergic to my own body.

I have this weird allergy, you see ...

...

I can't say I'm terribly ill or something, I just have a million insignificant, life non-threatening problems. Like knee, elbow and just-about-everywhere-else exostosis, shortsightedness of -4.0 and -3.o, crooked toes, unexplained weird headaches, unexplained lower back pain that sometimes made me stay in bed, unexplained 37,5°C temperature I had for a whole month, weird food poisoning last summer (also unexplained - they couldn't decide what was wrong with me - salmonella, e.coli or colitis? At the end it was nothing) ... and so on and on. Nothing special, just little things to make my life more interesting. *sigh*

I don't consider my self as a hypochondriac but when I sum all these things up it looks like there's something terribly wrong with me. System error.

However ... What I wanted to talk about was my incredible inability of dealing with pain or even thinking of it. I have my own way of dealing with it - I just put my body to "stand by" and the pain stops. I just pass out. I tried to stop it but my brain subconsciously turn my body off when it aches too much. Or when I think about it too much. Here's an example:

Last October I added something to my list of things that are wrong with me. A weird groin pain that started during the tumbling practise. Nothing new, happens all the time, comes and goes. But not this one. I eventually gave up my tumbling classes. My coach said it must have been the groin diaphragm. I didn't even know I had one. He said I should rest and it would soon be better. Well, he said that in November.
It hurts more and more now and I started nagging about it. So my friend told me she had the same groin pain and she found out she had a hernia. OK, what? She said I should just cough really hard and then check my groin for any bumps.

OK, *cough* *cough* ..and then that movie started inside my head: "There something sticking out of your body! A weird bump! Yuck, you'll need an operation. Do you even know what hernia means? Your intestine has perforated something in your stomach. They'll have to operate it and you'll get anaesthesia, a million of injections, cuts, blood, scars, stitching, flesh..."

Well, the next thing I remember was me, waking up, lying with my head off the sofa, all shaky and sweaty. What has happened? Oh.. my weird body turned my head off again ... Nothing new ...

I like to have fun when I'm studying ...

... My mum has just bought me some new colouring pens and there's a 5-year-old inside me ... ;)

a pile of useles teenager-like grumbling about school :)

I don't even know why exactly am I writing this right now. I guess I just have to share :)
I'm a bit angry with myself because of my school work. I knew this year would be difficult so I was a good girl and passed 2/7 obligatory exams in winter term, another 2 before the summer exam term started so I could fully concentrate on the hardest top three now and also pass all of them until July and then have holidays until October. Yeah right. Unfortunately my laziness won. I've been studying, reading, studying, studying and studying 24/7 for the last 14 days - that Slovene literature exam sucked all the life out of me. And when I have (luckily & happilly) passed it I was so happy about it and so sick of studying I just couldn't do it any more so I postponed one of my exams to September exam term. Not a smart move ... I already know that now, I think I will be 100% sure about it in September when everyone else will do absolutely nothing and I will have to study Slovene syntax :) Yuck. Tomorrow I'm going back to Maribor to get my notes for another exam I have on July 7th. It's the English verb exam, maybe my tenses would get better after that one :) School just sux during exam terms!

However ... few weeks ago (when I have just started my annual pre-exams depression) there was an event for university graduates at our faculty. I was so jealous. I still have another 2 years of lectures, classes and seminars do, a thousand exams to pass and write a diploma paper. Actually I'm a double myjor student so I'll have to write two of them! Oh my god ... when will I ever have time and energy to do all that? :)

the progress

I found an interesting thought in my old blog post (oct 07): "Yesterday I found an interesting website. It's called facebook and it is quite useful for finding old and new friends ... " Oh my god! It's just like someone said "I saw something interesting today. It's called a car." :)

P.S.: I'm sorry for neglecting my blog, not commenting any others' , not commenting back, not reading others' posts ...... But my exams are killing me. See you again in the middle of July. :)

The great ball

Today I ran into an interesting thought I will try to translate as well as I can. I was reading a book that was describing a ball in a small town in 1880. Although I can still consider myself as very young I still accepted this one with nostalgic feelings. :)

He was extremely absent-minded, just like a 20 year old lad on the morning after a beautiful, amusing ball, where he had the chance to dance and court to a ceartain young lady. May they do whatever they want, young people on the day after the ball are restless and absent-minded. In the afternoon you can see and meet every one of them in the streets, where their girls live, although they don't have any business to do there. Such a lad walks timidly and if you're a friend of his, he'll avoid you if he could, or else he'll blush, having a premonition that you know his intentions.

Oh, where are the years of our youth! :)) Just kidding. But reading this I remembered a habit from primary school. When the hormones started to mess with our heads we often molested the student on duty to get other students' timetables for that day. Mostly cute boys, of course. ;) Then we followed them around, giggling. :)

Although I suffer preparing for this exam on Slovene romantic realistic literature, swinging between tears, fear and sometimes even a bit of optimism, there are still interesting things in those books, written two centuries ago. :)