It's not JUST black. | journal

If you'd know me in real life you'd know how annoying I am. I complain about the weather about 9 1/2 times per day. I am the best complaining companion you could ever find. I can go for hours. But the weather, or rather winter weather, is the reason why getting ready and dressing up is so hard for me during this season. All I want to is to take my warm blanket wherever I go. But i can't. So to protest I wear black.

Today was an exciting day for me. I stayed the whole day at home. Funny how enjoyable it is to watch horrible weather through the window of your warm, wind free flat. I could almost enjoy it.

I actually had a plan for today but it failed (no surprise there). So I end up catching up with youtube videos and trying to figure out what to do with my life. As I had no idea what to do with my life I watched some more videos.

But today wasn't totally wasted. I booked a ticket back home. Two more months and few days and I will have to pack all my belongings once again and move to another country one more time. It will be fun. I have no idea how I am going to fit anything anywhere. I can only imagine the face of the person who will be weighting my language. I will laugh so hard. And then I will cry. Because I will be bankrupt from this moment on.

Let's hope the spring will get here soon. And it will bring all the life solutions.

Do you wear more black during winter? Or maybe you wear it all year long ?

DIY Christmas Mood.

In case you haven't read any tweets, Facebook statuses,blog post or simply didn't looked at the date on your phone : It's December.! 

And December means Christmas *just sayin' in case you didn't know it yet*

dot dot dot

One of the best parts of being a student in a fashion school are amazing clothes. Dresses, tops, skirts you see them being made and then hang away. Such a shame. 

My friend had her final exam this week and she asked me if i would like to be her model. Would I like to be her model? Sure! I would love to be  your model (it only required standing still in the class in extreme high heels without falling down and I am happy to inform you i achieved it.). 

That was the day I understood how difficult being a model is when you have to present winter and autumn collection during hot summer days. 

Lazy dresses.

One more time the adult world disappointed me.
If I remember right (and i do) I was promised singing birds dressing me up every morning while i dance around my room. Well that didn't happened.

Flats on!

High heels might be sexy but running to a bakery  in your new, cute flats in a spring weather with the smell of freshly cut grass in the air is quite amazing. Here are four pair of flats I would love to have in my possession, simply because they are cute. And when you're 5'9 you don't really need extra height anyway.

Keep it short!

The spring is officially here. Birds are singing, spiders are back and the bee dances to the rhythm of buzzz came back to the streets. The weather is getting warmer and girls can trade all the sweaters for those cute dresses they've been dreaming of all winter. But this year not only skirts are getting shorter.

Marrying Prince Harry ain't easy.

You know what they do in hell? 

They put you in groups and give you an assignment. The very well known form of punishment. But that is not all. They not only tell you to create something together, they ask you to agree on something. Yes, you have read it right. Every single person in a group must agree on one thing. Sounds like mission impossible for me.  

It was not my fault !!

There are certain things we just choose to ignore on daily basics. We see them every day yet still we hope they will sort themselves out, simply because it is high time for that.  But they don't go away, they stay and do their best to give us headache. 

Laws of lateness.

,,You don't look late" she told me giving me a suspicious look as I was quietly taking my seat. I looked around. No one noticed that I wasn't on time and I was quite disappointed because I put a lot of effort into sneaking in without making a single sound. 

Summer romance.

Should I open it? Nah, no it will only make me sad. And angry. But well it is in my mailbox so i may as well just open the email and … no.no.no. that is a very bad idea. 

I have had this conversation with my head (and lately I talk with my self a lot which should be alarming I guess) for the last five minutes. It all started with  a small notification saying that I have got an email. An email from hotel booking site. 

Before i go any further i just need to let you know one thing. When you love traveling under no circumstances should you be signed to newsletter with low price hotel offers and you should definitely sign up for those newsletters. It is awesome to receive the mail when you have : 

1. the money 

2. someone to go with 

3. time 

4. money 

But in any other scenario it can be pretty upsetting, especially when the weather outside could
be better and they are offering you beach houses.  

Genius Idea!

Stop it! Stop It! Just stop! - I yelled to the voice inside my head. There was no doubt : If it wouldn't stop in a second I'd go insane. I could even picture myself sitting in the middle of the white room in white top with my hands tied in a back. Maybe it is not a bad place. It's quiet there and people are nice and kind. And I really like white color.  Only the thought of the lack of internet connection was stopping me from thinking this place is actually ok. Do they have internet there?.... I caught myself on biting my nails - horrible habit that I should drop many years ago. I shouldn't be so nervous or make such a fuss about it. But in reality it was so much harder than I thought. The worst thing is that my mother told me there will be moments like this. And I thought she was kidding. 

  

Spring and Spanish boys.

Ihad no idea which way to look. My head was spinning around like if I was watching a tennis game and still i was afraid i was missing something. I couldn't capture everything but I was not complaining, instead i leaned on the wall making sure i got a good view on the dance floor, and took another slip of my drink. Yup, that was looking like a promising night out and who would thought it's not even weekend yet. With spring came the sun, and with first rays of sunshine came exchange students (just as hot i must admit).  

Too good to be true ?

I couldn't believe my eyes.

No it couldn't be true. It was way too good to be true. I closed my eyes, counted to ten and looked again. It was still there. For the first time in way too long I was able to see the sun. OK, technically the sun is ALWAYS there. I know that.  If it'd decide to go somewhere i am sure we'd notice as all of us would be dead. But all this time, for all those long weeks and days it was taken from us, hidden behind the clouds. The pleasure of feeling its warmth on the skin became a myth  told by old people who still remembered the days...

Dancing in the storm.

You know those storms? When the rain is pouring down from the dark, grey sky. The wind breaks the strongest trees and you're sitting there, in the corner of your room trying to believe that you are safe. You have heard about the accident in the news, how strong the wind is, how many people lost their houses. You have heard it, you have seen it. None of it seems real. You are in your room, waiting for the storm too pass but at some point it seems like it will never stop, and the sun will stay behind the clouds forever.

Just like in Frozen.

She must be freezing out there!

My thought every single time i see a girl in a way too little or even no layers standing outside. In the snow. I always wonder if there are some kind of tricks involved? Maybe their snow is less cold than mine? The most annoying thing is that most out those outfits look amazing. Much better than mine do. Not that it is hard to look better than me when i look like a snowmen in two jackets, sweater and skiing gloves.

Plenty of hot guys !

Don't bring down the Olympic spirit!

Even though i am afraid that this grey, mesh hoodie is as sporty as I can go when it comes to winter sports I am still pretty excited for tomorrow. I love watching the games. What's more inspiring than observing  how people's dreams and life time goals come true right before your eyes. Plus, which cannot be denied, there is a plenty (i mean plenty) of hot guys there. Maybe they are wearing a little bit more than they do during the summer (ekhm, we all watched swimming broadcast) but still they are there, in all their athletic majesty, for you to watch.

When it comes to my winter sport skills, things are looking pretty tragic. My skating skills are, well... Once i have bought the perfect pair of skating boots, they're from quilted, nude leather and I even have a matching sport's bag for them. They look so cute,and  i bet that worn with lacy, knitted socks that would look so adorable. in the sum up I have a perfect skating outfit but that would be it (as they say fake it til you make it).

In the search of Narnia.

Every now and then i feel disappointed that there is no secret passage to Narnia in my closet.

So i go around all the closets i have access to, hoping that in one I will find prince Caspian. So far i have been unsuccessful.However i did found few treasures that helped me cure my disappointment.

One of those things is this white, big, fluffy sweater. This poor little thing was trapped inside my grandmother's closet, waiting patiently in the dark til somebody will find it in all its fluffiness. I came to rescue and i am more than pleased to wear it in this strange not winter but not yet a spring weather.

5 shades of Brown.

Well you wouldn't expect to find one of your features surprising , especially if you were living in this body for like 19 years. And if this feature is something as visible as hair.

I have been dyeing my hair since I though that by doing so I am a grown up girl. I was 15 at the time. And being as cool as I was i dyed my hair blond. It wasn't a drastic change, they ended up being just a few shades lighter ( later the few shades became a lot of shades, as being as light blond as possible was one of my main goals in life). The thing is I really liked the result and I never really stooped. 

I was making highlights, I had ombre and all those different things and in all of that I forgot what my natural hair color is.

Hot Scandinavian guy.*

I feel like I am always waiting for something to happen.
 I am pretty confident that I am not the only one.
No matter if it's Christmas, Birthday, Online order (as we all know the worst part of online shopping is shipping. Pay twice as much as for clothes, get it as soon as never) or just for the end of work/school day.

I am counting seconds, minutes and days like I have never done in math class.

My diagrams could be used in math textbooks, and probably they would fit psychological one just as well.

Procrastination champions.

Are you a last minute person? 
Because if you are not the last SECOND class is now opened and new members are welcome to join our group full of best of the best procrastination champions.

I don't know what is wrong with me and it's not like a plan to do it that way. It's just always happens that i do my work seconds before the deadline. Want an example? It 9 pm. I have a presentation with my group at 7 am. Is it ready? Well....

Don't get me wrong. I am not that stupid to left the w h o l e presentation for the last minute. It's done, it's written, it prepared. I would go crazy if it wouldn't be perfect by now. It's just those small details like printing the plan and thinking which part mention in the interview and which left unsaid.