Just give me moments, not hours or days.

I PASSED MY BAC!!!

WOOHOOOOO!

I received my results two days ago, after sitting for an hour on top of a hill behind a dumpster in an attempt for some isolation - had I known I would have to wait an hour I would have moved to the park next door. But ah, no matter.

Anyway, I got 44 points out of a possible 45, and I basically graduated top of my class :D

As my friend Not!John pointed out, I am now in a very special class of people who are thinking, "If only I had made that ONE point!" and he's right. GAH! If I had stayed up that one night studying my Geography options instead of falling asleep I might just have become the first person in school history to get 45. But never mind, best not be greedy; I didn't even expect myself to get over 40. Heh, now Bee (who has an LJ now! She is here: autumn_quills ) is gonna accuse me of being stupid, etc. Or she'll just get annoyed with me.

In any case I'm very happy, and I have proven my mother wrong. However, unlike Sara-chan I still don't get to go to an awesome uni like the Sorbonne - I'm going to a place better known as the name of a toothpaste brand.

So... I guess all I can say is, FUCK YOU CAMBRIDGE.

I was in Batida again today and they had their little macaroons out. Their shop people were also unable to identify the macaroon flavours. If that's how they're gonna be selling their pastries people are gonna be suspicious of the quality! Honestly, is it that difficult to memorise five flavours??

Anyway, Batida has the most expensive macaroons in Warsaw I have encountered to date. 4.15 Euro for 5 teeny weeny little macaroons. And they look crap too. I did not bother trying.

I also noticed they had big-ass Ispahans. I did not see the price, but I didn't try them either. The filling looked really gross and curdled-y. Ew.

I bought a pair of pants that doesn't need shortening! This is a monumental event!



Ah, and a new dress. It is so pretty ^^

A good friend of mine went to Paris two years ago and brought back stories of horrendously overpriced confections in delightfully bright colours and strange exotic flavours. He built up so much hype about them that when I went to Paris myself the following year I had to try them myself. At the airport promptly before setting off back to Poland my mother and I stopped by a Laduree shop and bought 8 of these mini macarons (or macaroons, as Sara-chan called them). Instantly I fell in love, with one in particular: Orange Blossom. *foodgasm*

Anyway, since then I have been craving them regularly and have had Laduree macarons only once since, when my best friend Bee was kind enough to bring me some back from her trip to Paris.

(I'm sure Sara-chan will now scoff and say that Laduree macarons are actually really crap and unreasonably pricey - the latter they definitely are - and that I shouldn't waste my time on them and eat the far superior homemade ones instead. I wish I could, but no-one will make them for me. Besides, the Laduree macarons were my first ever macaron experience and so far the best, so indeed I judge all other macarons I eat in comparison to them.)

I have since been trying to locate macarons here in Warsaw were I live, but alas, it has been one big disappointment.

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So that's it so far of my quest to find decent macarons where I live. I probably won't be trying anymore since I won't be living in Warsaw much longer. Sadly, my chances of finding macarons when I go to college are even slimmer, since I will be living in a village. If I can't find yummy macarons in a capital city, how the heck will I find them in a village with a population of 3000??

There is only one solution: make my own! Sara-chaaaan, do you know how to make them? Teach me, teach me please :)

Our house has a really stupid roof, because it has a mini roof protruding over the actual roof (I don't know, is it decorative? It seems to have no real function). Anyway this little roof creates a sort of sheltered nook from the rain and wind I suppose, and as a result pidgeons have a tendency to sit there, especially at night.

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It makes me quite uncomfortable when people randomly talk about my cousin in my presence. Not that I feel like everyone should be in silent mourning or something, it just feels odd. I'm not saying that it's useless to say nice things about her now, but I find it quite awful to talk of 'could have been's and 'should have's and 'would have's, when they're never going to be now anyway. I always think it's painful to make people think of all the things that are impossible for them - if it's only going to make you more miserable, why say it? Then again, I've always been the kind to run away into denial and pretend that terrible things never happened. 

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Anyway, she was cremated yesterday. I think my auntie and uncle are going to try to bring her ashes back home to Vietnam tomorrow. I fear talking to them; I'm really terrible with feelings. I have no idea how to express my own feelings and I don't know how to comfort people. I don't want to seem cold and uncaring, but that's probably the message I'm sending across now anyway.

I could end with something poetic, like I hope wherever she is now, she's happy. But then again, I don't believe in things like the afterlife. So all I can say is, what I've already said, and that is that I'm glad and happy for her for not having been foolish enough to waste away what little she had of life. That's quite clunky and graceless and totally not poignant, but that's just how I am.

May she rest in peace and be remembered as long as all those whose lives she touched still live.

Having just posted my previous entry, it has come to my attention how ridiculously annoying my journal title is. Agh, it's going to drive me nuts now, I want to move that 'I' down and the silly little box won't accept my multiple spaces. @%#^$#~!

I went to the clinic today with the manager to get my shots done for uni, and the lady asked me if I'm pregnant. Before I could even respond, the manager snorted very loudly and burst into laughter. It's good to know my reputation of a virgin is intact. (This reminds me of a graph I saw in 'Information is Beautiful', of % virgin uni students by subject. Maths and Biochem came tops with close to 100%. Hahah...)

Not feeling very hot though. I have been jabbed 6 times with a needle today - and getting another jab in about an hour. Now I feel all pukey with a headache. Why oh why, New York, do you need so many flaming vaccinations?

I've been receiving quite positive responses to my hair, yay :) Though, of course it's difficult to tell if people are sincere or just lying to make me feel good about myself. It never really occurs to me that people might be insincere. How nice it is to be naive. I'll get my ear eaten off by my mother again for thinking this way. Pfeh. Whatever, my hair is awesome. I don't wanna look like a pretty girl, I like looking like an adorkable little boy.


A slightly odd note. I'm a bit confused as to how to write my LJ posts. A diary for me to read when I'm bored and nostalgic or a public blog of sorts - to the best of my knowledge I have an audience of one person (and I love her! Hi, Sara-chan~! I liked your new fic lots ^_^). Will need to figure out addressing issues. 

Customary first post awkwardness!

Why have I gotten myself an LJ? Nobody tricked me into it, nobody bullied me into it, and I definitely haven't a purpose in mind for it. Let's see how long it manages to stick around, before it gets all dusty like its other friends. I hope it'll give me something to look back upon so I can reflect on the idiot I once was and feel ultimately better about myself in the future, as a wise old wrinkly 20 yr old. Oh, yes.

I wonder if the Sapodilla will find me.