God gave me everything I want

Он играет гитару
В трусах на кухне
Пишет песни
и курит мои сигареты

ночу помогает мне уснуть
и пытаетса тронуть мою грудь
но я ему все прошю
если в пянаю ночь приготовит пицу

Money, money, money...

It's always about the money. Homeless people coming up to you on streets, concert halls, trains or everywhere else a person can go. I always feel so guilty about not giving any money. But I don't have any money either. I'm a poor little student.

That money ruins relationships. It fucks up everything you might believe in and love. I have been raised not to care so much about the material world and look deeper in people's hearts but so far I haven't escaped this cruel world of money. It is impossible. First it almost killed mine and my best friends relationships, now it's damaging my relationships with Tom. Bloody money. I hate money. I hate what it does to people.

I used to be a lot happier. I used to find the life a lot more joyful. I know that I need to get my act together and leave my old life behind but the problem is that I quite liked my old life. I wanted to change location not my personality. I know that people in this country care about the cultural and intellectual values a lot less but I'm not ready to give up jet.

Well I've still got some time, at least another year and a half and, yes, I've still got my safety net. But sometimes I just want to say 'fuck it' and go back to Riga, back to the things I loved and hated at the same time. I don't know what I'm trying to prove myself but it's not really doing any good...

Harry suddenly sits upright! Jolting hard as if someone had just hit him across the head with his broomstick. His eyes start darting across the room, trying to establish where he is.
"Harry!" A voice suddenly shouts at him, he turns around to see Ron sitting on his bed looking at him with great curiosity.
"Harry! What did you see?"
Harry peered across his dorm room at Ron with great confusion, his eyes slowly lowered to the joint sitting between his middle and index fingers. He slowly looked up again at Ron, his eyes widening.

"You're never gonna believe this shit mate..."

[ Base storyline by Aaron Bell. Editting done by Odette Sherman ]

I'm fine. Really.

I've been to more job interviews in London than ever in my life. Well God probably thinks that I shouldn't do a job that doesn't really suit me. Will this job suit me? We'll find out that next week. Stay tuned!

Jipii jeej mazafaka. Cash machine ate my credit card. And I had only 15£ in my wallet. London keeps 'eating' everything that was connecting me to Latvia. First the phone, now credit card. And I never forget my pin number! Fuck. Now I have to lend money from different sources to survive till 8th of February when I'm going back to Latvia for the weekend.

Wow! day. Especially last night at 4:30. Sometimes I just need some sleep to wake up.

My letter is M

1. Actor/Actress: Merylin Monroe
2. 4 letter word: Move
3. Street name: Marylebone road
4. Color: Marble
5. Gift/present: Moneybox
6. Vehicle: Motorbyke
7. Tropical Location: Malasia
8. College Major: Marketing
9. Dairy Product: Milk
10. Thing in a Souvenir Shop: Magnet
11. Boy Name: Mark
12. Girl Name: Mathilda
13. Movie Title: Mulholland Drive
14. Beer: Master Brew
15. Occupation: Manager
16. Flower: Medinilla
17. Celebrity: Macy Gray
18. Magazine: Mojo
19. Clothes: Mini
20. Band: Metallica

Last night I experienced London more than ever. First was English pub. Ok, nice people, nice atmosphere. Then 'The Sound' with too much cheese. And then the fight. Me, Tom and Joe were crossing the road and didn't see the car coming. The car full of Chinese stopped just right in front of us. First reaction was middle finger, of course. Then Joe decided to kick the car. (Yeah, 'nice' move.) Afterward three Chinese and one black guy run out of the car and started to hit Joe. Tom went and smacked one of the Chinese guys. Then Australian guys appeared from nowhere and split the fight. Then we spent around 4hrs waiting for the doctor in the St. James hospital. Actually both guys were quite ok, but Australians insisted on going to hospital. I'm just worried that Joe might have concussion or something like that. Thank God, Chinese guys realized that I'm a girl and nothing bad happened to me. But at the end I was just shocked, how cruel people in London really are. I was living here in my happy cocoon and refusing to understand why newspapers write about crime so much. Last night opened my mind. Actually wider than I wanted.

It's very important to motivate course mates to go to uni by calling them at 8:30 am. 15mins is enough to get ready for creative tec workshop. Gosh. Haven't seen my creative tec tutor for ages!

I think I have finally become a real student. I mean, I spend hours in my room just experimenting with my photo cameras. Haven't seen some of my friends for few days because I'm just busy being alone (or with my boyfriend, of course). Even when I'm with my boyfriend I catch myself thinking about photo projects. But it's a good sign. 10 days left till giving in assignments.

"I will kill myself before I die".
No, seriously. I can feel the end coming. Paragon is killing me softly with lots of wine and vodka.

Londonā visskaistākie ir saullēkti. Itsevišķi rītos pēc negulētām naktīm, jo redz nekādīgi nav izdevies aizmigt, jo redz iepriekšējā naktī radās iedvesma fotogrāfēšanai, jo redz iepriekšējā dienā gadījās izlīst no gultas tikai ap 17. Nelīdzēja nedz šūpuļdziesmas, nedz Futurama. Nācās doties uz benzīntanku, lai samainītu naudiņu veļasmašīnai un žāvētājam.

( This is what The Dalai Lama has to say for 2006 )

( prodžekta ideja )

А мы долго друг друга любили
По ночам пили вино
В кровати курили
Горело ангельское крыло

Да, я побрею ноги
Да, я тебе сделаю минет
Если будешь со мною до могилы
И вырастишь моих детей.

Парня зовут Том. Родился в Италии, но себя считает чисто англичанoм. Диджей. Играет хаусс. У него очень длинные ресницы и улыбка Гринча. Часто теряется во времени и не умеет пользоваться интернетом.

Я влюбилась по уши. Приведу в Ригу на пару дней перед Рождеством. Пусть родители порадуются.