so I see blogger has added all those word processing things, which will maybe help me to improve my writing here.......because I know it is terrible:)
todays news is that from 5 a.m our undernet channel #ajvarche has an X (that wonderfull letter from the alphabet that helps ur channel to function normally)
and I definitely had a wild monday night......listening to chech covers of Beatles......
and above all......everything is ok:)

put rockstar shut-me-ups on your own page!


ok.........I wanted to put this in other place but it just wouldn't fit there........so it was the only solution
I had really wild days.........but that's a long story......with a hangover as a result ;)
I'm in the middle of something now..........wo catch up with u later

Lately, I have these very strange dreams (I see dead ppl:))))))))))and worse thing is that I have them constantly the action may be different but the setting and the circumstances are the same. And, the worst it that the action never ends the way I would like to.Sometimes (or even ...most of the times )the action never ends at all, just like in my life......it only begins and when it's the crucial moment.....it stops.......and damn........I get so frustrated
It's like me and him have to meet somewhere, he comes in time, I come in time, we are at the same place but we can't see each other and even if we see I cannot talk in my dream.....
or today I dreamed that I was in a car with someone and the next moment he was dead and I didn't kill him but in my dream I thought that I did and I had to hide the body
or.....war is coming to my town (it's a very often dream) and I see (like in sci-fi movies) some plains firing some coloured misiles.....and of course I have to run to my house to see if anybody had stayed alive, of course they are....but, I am not afraid in this particular dream, ppl are dying around me but I am not afraid.....I tun to a place where he lives, I have to check how is he......and.....nothing happens
or .....I have to cross some grain field all alone at night and nothing happens at that time I just walk.....I try to get to some house at the end of the field......I remember that this is a regular villafe cottage with chicken in front of it.....and when I get there I go to sleep

I would really like more varieties in my dream.....I got bored by those that I have mentioned

The Names of -- Umberto Eco

Idiot. Above her head was the only stable place in the cosmos, the only refuge from the damnation of panta rei, and she guessed it was the Pendulum's business, not hers. A moment later, the couple went off -- he, trained on some textbook that blunted his capacity for wonder, she, inert and insensitive to the thrill of the infinite, both oblivious of the awesomeness of their encounter -- their first and last encounter -- with the One, the Ein-Sof, the Ineffable. How could you fail to kneel down before this altar of certitude ?
-------- Foucault's Pendulum, Chapter 1


ok so I've got myself a book......it is very big and u can see above how it is named and who wrote it........and a wonderful quote from what I have read so far

aha........stranger:) thanx for your very usefull reference paper:))))))

ahahhaa......did u know that??????
I have always loved the way she dresses anyway:) so not bad huh?

today I got so bored that I begun to make a cattalogue for my tapes.....and of course i finished after the 6-th one....I got bored very soon :)

currently listening to marylin Manson-nobodies....on radiostacja of course
someone has misunderstood me again, I got a lousy message on icq and I was perfectly misunderstood.....but since I don't want to mention any names I won't wirte anything else about it. I want to read a good book...if u have read something interesting write to me....I haven read a good book for a very long long time. When I was i Krakow, and it was like a month ago, I bought penguin eddition of The Fanthom of the Opera and kind of liked it, it was good to read while sitting for 5 hours in a train. and since then.....nothing.....I just visit bookstores, see some interesting books but I leave the bookstore with emty hands, the good books are eighter expensive eighter not for sale of course....
I promised myself that I won't go out these two weeks in order to save some money.....and I am keeping that promise....it's easier than to quit smoking
ok....more to come.....after the commercials of course

sitting in the room, writing on the discusion board......but nothing......I mean nothing to write about

but I am surely listening to daaaaaaaamn good d'n'b at the moment
too bad I am at home and not in Ohrid on the beach durin the rising of the sun.......and the same music of course......but u know, dancing barefoot on the beach......
I think I am sleepy

Bjork Lyrics


yesterday I saw Bjork's Pagan Poetry on mtv.......but damn.......the best parts were hidden of course.....as it often happens on mtv. So now, I am going to keep a close look on zwei.....the best music tv I can watch, too bad it is in german, and too much german hip-hop-I hate rap when I don't understand the lyrics. I have to learn German some day, today I will have my first German test in this term, it will be something about perfect.....of course I don't know anything about it.....but I will take my chance, why not... I was told that the tests were easy, so we shall see


WISH ME LUCK

first he got into the page, then he started to worry, after that he told her that there is such a page on the net, and they both started to worry.....They felt like someone will kill their privacy. I know that he is going to check in more oftern, after all it's a public blog right? But I told them , there would be nothing about them here. They told me , how can u write a diary on the net and anybody can read it, and I told them, damn it's not a diary.....it's blog......I would never wrote a diary on the net, diaries are boring.....Why would anybody care what I ate for breakfast and where was I last night......they certainly don't know what a blog is. But they can sleep well, I won't mention them......maybe the thing that hurt them most was that they didn't understand a word written here.....and I do it so anybody can understand me:) but....sometimes, it doesn't work out.
I don't see what is wrong in here, no name mentioned except mine, no adress, no telephone number, no date of birth.....
it's said that every intolerance comes from fear
but they will get used to it, soon