Untranslatable

Сестра улетала с приключениями.Где-то в онлайн-табло они высмотрели задержку самолета из екб, решили обхитрить всех, приехать попозже, к отлету. Вместо аэропорта поехали на местную устричную ферму - Лимский канал. Сидят, ковыряют ракушки, макают хлеб в винный соус бузара, Танька заходит в интернет, так, на всякий случай.

- Пап, че такое take off,

- Тебе нафига?

- Да тут рядом с нашим самолетом в расписании написано

- Да все нормально, off - это выключить! Сидим еще

- Пап ты уве...

- ВСЕ НОРМАЛЬНО!!!

Приехали в аэропорт, нормально ниче не было. Их рейс вылетел вовремя, просто поставили другой самолет. Завалились опять к нам, было ужасно жарко, я в тот день дико устала, бродила по квартире в поиске воздуха. Безуспешно.

Вообще я думала без Таньки будет скучно, но скучать мне не дали.

У маленькой Вики был День Рожденя, на который они ставили сказку.

Подрисовала своему брови Пьеро, он корчил такое лицо, что и без бровей хочется подобрать, накормить и укутать в пледах

Запустили в небо шары, которые вообще привезли по ошибке. Запросили 4 тыс кун, но за них до сих пор никто не заплатил...

Всем было весело, но по-своему.  Родители напились и подожгли дерево, вместо китайского фонарика.

Вообще мы здорово провели время. До нас докапалась чья-то бабушка, которая два бокала назад превысила свою нормы на вечер, начала рассказывать про Володьку и Светлану из Миасса и сказала, чтоб мы обязательно поступали в театральный. 

По рассказам бабушки именинницы спать они всей толпой завалились в пять, из-за чего папа именинницы не улетел в Питер. Утром на поляне нашли разбросанные неоново-желтые туфли мачехи, прошут и сдутые шарики. 

А хороший получился бы снимок для финала... 

The sun tires me a lot. I am currently working on changing my timetable to be able to sleep during the day and stay awake in the night. I prefer it so much more, everything seems better in the moonlight. The view is prettier, talks are more heartfelt, room is cousier. 

Yesterday my stayingupallnight tragically failed. I was dead by 1 a.m. and woke up at 8, just in time for the devillish sun to be staring at me from it's highest viewpoint. 

However I wasn't expecting myself to feel awake that night as the day before we woke up at 5 a.m. for this:

This year it seems to be so easy for me to get myself into a condition of deep despair. Sometimes I manage to get busy enough to forget about this, but it only last for a few hours or days if I'm lucky. I get extremely jealous of my friends who only need their beds and new episodes of favourite series to stay happy all the time.
It's mid July and I want September to be able to go to school. Typical for 16 year old, huh?

How to stop the time

Can anyone tell me?

It's been exactly three days since our night out with sis, which I barely remember. I remember swimmimg at around 3 a.m., remember falling a lot, remember that I knew I wouldn't remember much. And again it all ended badly cos we are extremely lucky. Parents stayed at home the whole week of my sis being here, but on that exact morning they've decided to go to some village to visit a cave and ride a boat. 

I woke up from mum's call, we were already half an hour late, looked like shit and sounded like shit. The whole day was shit. And the next one. And today.

We were waiting for the bus which we missed as usual while people on the pier were pertying to the live music. Sis got jealous

Accidently found some kind of market. Sis carefully studied all lavender products for about 7 mins and left with the words: "Smells like shit!"

Being with sister relaxes me a lot. I don't need to think of words to make a conversation, I don't need to worry about looking or sounding stupid - she has seen me in every single condition anyway. She doesn't care about the amaount of food she eats, same as me. This is normally a problem with other people as nowadays it's such a fashion to diet.

Silent movie night festival.

 

The only photograph from the night. All the rest is tenderly covered with the fog of alcohol.

Being home

A week ago mum bought cereal or whatever from the grosery store. It turned out to be too plane for my bro's gourmanic taste sensors so mum's decided to scatter it about the forest nearby.

- Noone is going to eat it, - said dad.

- Huh, all those animal fight for it, - self-conciosly replied mum.

We pass by this forest every day to go to the beach. Cereal is still there.

Being home

Resulting from being absolutely jat lagged I went to bed at 3 am the first night. I then woke up at 7 next morning.

-You should go to bed earlier today! - said shoked mum.

I really didn't mind that suggestion so at 11 pm I was already imagining myself in Ibiza, cuddling with the pillow. As a matter of 'The Law of The Fair Living' it really took me a while to start sensing the cloudness in my brain. However in the next minute the door to my room opened and I saw a female siluet and a lot of fucking bright light.

-Is you window opened? - asked mum.

-Yes, - I replied.

-Ok, -said mum and shut the door.