Movies' Day. Part IV

Although I write about separate movies from time to time, it's been pretty long since my last "Movies' Day" post, so I feel quite ready to create something new for you.

Alright, alright, alright! Last weekend my roommate and dear friend Cherry Lady checked the movies we had been recommended by our professors. 

The first one is "Philadelphia", a 1993 American drama film and one of the first mainstream Hollywood films to acknowledge HIV/AIDS, homosexuality, and homophobia. (Thanks, Wikipedia) Actually, the film wasn't in our mood, but we watched it pretty attentively because the acting is simply brilliant! I can easily understand why Mr. Tom Hanks received the Oscar for the leading role of Andrew Beckett. And the soundtrack! Certainly I'd heard "Streets of Philadelphia" by Bruce Springsteen before, but I never knew it was for the movie. That was pleasant news. 

The plot is rather controversial but pretty understandable. I loved that even though Denzel Washington's character Joe Miller had homophobia and  mysophobia, he agreed on helping Andrew Beckett in the name of justice and law. The movie's worth watching even if you're not a fan of the jurisprudence.

Tom Hanks as Andrew Beckett

On Sunday, we turned on "Guys and Dolls". It's a 1955 movie based on the Broadway musical of the same name. It starred  Marlon Brando, Jean Simmons, Frank Sinatra and Vivian Blaine. The plot is about how 50s' New York criminals liked gambling and betting. And that love wins at the end of it all. The movie is full of nice songs and fancy dances - of course, it's based on the musical! I liked the characters. Men were so handsome and women were so stylish those days. It reminded me of how much I like 50s' movies.

The only thing I didn't like in "Guys and Dolls" was Sister Sarah Brown's wedding dress. Or better say, the lack of her wedding dress! I know that she was a missionary, but I beg you! It's a 50s' musical! You could have made it!

But in general, "Guys and Dolls" is totally worth watching.

The third film I wanna talk about is the latest James Bond film "Spectre". The acting crew is wonderful! Daniel Craig, of course, but I was even more thrilled about one and only Monica Bellucci, adorable Ben Whishaw, Ralph Fiennes and - OMG YAS - Andrew Scott! Mr. Scott played Max Denbigh, a member of the British government, and comparing this character to Scott's famous Moriarty, I guess Andrew Scott do fine with this type of role. Unfortunately, Andrew's character won't be lucky to appear in next movies. But maybe as a flashback? Please?
Frankly speaking, I didn't like Léa Seydoux as a Bond girl much. Well, she's nice, but not splendid, you know.

The story features James Bond's first encounter with the global criminal organisation Spectre, marking the group's first appearance in an Eon Productions film since 1971's Diamonds Are Forever, and tying Craig's series of films together with an overarching storyline. (Thanks, Wikipedia)

Of course, I can't help writing about the main "Spectre" theme "Writing's On The Wall" performed by Sam Smith. Remember how excited I was with "Skyfall" by Adele? No wonder why it received an Oscar. So "Writing's On The Wall" is spectacular as well. I watched the live performance, and Mr. Smith nailed it! Let's see what awards this track will get.

Also, Cherry Lady and I have watched (my friend has re-watched) an amazing British series calls "Black Books". There are 3 seasons in the sitcom as well as 3 main characters: the bookshop's owner Bernard Black played by hilarious Dylan Moran, his assistant Manny Bianco and their friend Fran Katzenjammer. Actually, it's all about the wine, dealing with life and relationships, more booze, books vs. modern technologies, "Don't you dare use the word "party" as a verb in this shop!" and wine again. The comedy is just great! Not that stupid American pointless sitcoms, but classy smart British-Irish humor as it is.

That's all for today! Enjoy the silence the movies and have fun!

B-Movie: Lust & Sound in West Berlin 1979-1989

As I wrote in my previous post, Tatyana and I attended the Beat Film Festival the last week.
According to their official cite, The Beat Film Festival is an international festival of documentaries on arts and music that showcases 25 new titles every year and brings together independent filmmakers, musicians and contemporary artists in an exciting program of film screenings, concerts, talks and performances. Founded in 2010 as an independent cultural initiative, it has grown to be the largest film & music event across Russia. Since 2013 the festival also has a regional extension: under the name of the Beat Weekend the festival brings five key titles from the festival program to 10 largest cities across Russia in the Fall – providing alternative theatrical distribution opportunities to strong Russian and international documentary titles. (http://en.2015.beatfilmfestival.ru/beat/)
Originally Tantyana bought tickets for almost all the movies shown in our cinema. She wanted Anton to go to "B-Movie..." with her, but he worked that day. And I didn't! Fortunately, "B-Movie..." was the film I liked the most from the list, so yeah, we were truly lucky.
"B-Movie: Lust & Sound in West Berlin 1979-1989" is a documentary shot in West Berlin by a Manchester guy Mark Reeder. I had known nothing about Mark Reeder before I watched the film, or about Nick Cave who appeared in the tape. "B-Movie" was apparently shot those time, I mean 1979-1989, right before the Iron Curtain fell and the Berlin Wall was destroyed; Mark Reeder introduces his work as sort of a diary. I wonder if he knew he would create a documentary when he moved to West Berlin. But somehow the film was debuted at the Berlinale 2015.
Our lovely Wikipedia says that "a spectacular documentary film about the island of West Berlin during the 80s viewed by protagonist Mark Reeder. Using original music and featuring rare and unseen footage with participants such as Gudrun Gut, Blixa Bargeld or Nick Cave, it portrays the vibrant avant-garde music scene of the city in its last decade of division. Reeder composed the soundtrack and remastered the songs." One thing that amuses me the most is that "B-Movie..." doesn't have its own Wiki-page in English, though Mark Reeder reads the main text in his utter British accent. Maybe, he did versions both in English and in German? There's some information about it on IMDb, but still not so much. Well, it's such a typical festival movie - you don't hear about it, but once you watch it, you wonder why haven't you heard about it.

Mark Reeder himself

A documentary isn't the kind of film I'd go to the cinema for. If I randomly run into a documentary on TV and it catches my attention, I probably keep it on; I don't usually go to the cinema for that. But here I was invited, and it was a festival, so I couldn't skip it.
Music described and used in the movie is also not my type either. It was all about electronica, post-punk and trans, but I can't say I shut my ears with my hands. It was an experience, I'd never listened to such music so properly before. Nevertheless, Tatyana and I chanced to discover one song we both liked, and it's on my playlist. So I'll make it the song of the day in the end.
And that lifestyle West Berlin 80's isn't my thing at all! So rageful, so raving, flashy! Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll - there it was. Tatyana asked me if I'd like to live in those years, but I doubted if I would survive. Nowadays one can also easily find a company offering drugs, alcohol and one-night affairs, and I try not to face those guys. But what if I was brought up in that decade, in that city? How would I act?

Nevertheless I enjoyed the film, it's really impressive. Everyone who's interested in music, or in history, in German culture should definitely check it out.

Actually, a B movie is a low-budget commercial motion picture that is not an arthouse film. Well, I think it fits "B-Movie...". Also the title couldn't but remind me and all my friends about the DreamWorks animated movie "Bee Movie".
I promised you the song of the day that I heard in the tape. I've just learnt that the song wasn't created in 80's, it was released in 2013! Anyhow it was used in "B-Movie...", and it fitted very well. So the song is "You Need The Drugs" by Westbam Feat. Richard Butler.

Some Sunday morning see you

Picking up the fine

Ticking down the last time

Before the credits run

A traffic is a moving ...moving awful slow

To the sound of you complaining

We got nowhere left to go

You need the drugs to make the stars come down

You need the drugs to make you shine

You need the pills to take you home again

Don't be so ladida, so ladida

You need the drugs

You need the drugs to make the stars come down

You need the drugs to make you shine

You need the pills to take you home again

Don't be so ladida, so ladida

You need the drugs

All of your tomorrows are a dream I never had

Everything is broken, everything unsaid

But I see all your shadows running

Circles at my feet

And you're making all the promises that

No one never keeps

You need the drugs to make the stars come down

You need the drugs to make you shine

You need the pills to take you home again

Don't be so ladida, so ladida

You need the drugs.

Be brave

Accents And All

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British: - I like a Russian accent!
American: - Me too! I think it's cool.
Me: - Rrrrreally? A Russian accent is awful! I don't have a true Russian accent, you wouldn't like it so.
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Some years ago I thought I was a fan of the British variant of English. You know, all those British TV shows, British YouTubers, actors, singers... Though those time I couldn't differentiate an British accent from an American or any other one properly. And my tutor started teaching me an American accent. I didn't say anything to her, but of course I was upset. Actually, her lessons about that were great, because I had to imitate American speech, I had to write down fast dictations from the first time, it all really made me become a practiced hand. And how glad I was, when I came to the university and we were taught the British pronunciation! Yey! The significant aspiration, secrets of making the sounds, British noble intonation. Even though we were taught the American grammar and both variants of the vocabulary, we all enjoyed the phonetics.

This summer, you know, I went to the USA, and to my pleasure I talked to different people for whom English is a native language: from the UK, from Ireland, from Australia and New Zealand, the USA, of course. Due to the fact that I automatically analyzed the speech as a [almost] professional linguist, I learnt to tell a British accent from an American for sure. And some weeks ago I heard a song and thought that the singer must have been Australian, so I googled him and I was right! So I can even recognize an Australian accent now, that's success for me. I'm still afraid what our phonetics teacher will tell me when she knows I visited the US, because she's totally against the American fluent colloquial pronunciation, so I hope I'll be cunning enough to hide it.
When in LA the French, the Chinese and I tried to get to the Venice Beach, and the man tried to help us, he was the first to tell at once that I was Russian. He also guessed where my attendants were from, because he said he was German himself, traveled a lot and could recognize many accents.
Last week Tatyana took me to Beat Film Festival where we watched "B-Movie: Lust & Sound in West Berlin" (should write in detail about it). The movie was incredible! Though it was totally not my style, I really enjoyed it. But! The film was a documentary, and the main text was told by the Manchester guy Mark Reeder. 92 minutes of a pure British accent made me... I'd say I could bear the British accent anymore. It was quite a shock for myself, because you know, a British accent is everything, it was the high ideal, the perfection to be reached. And PSHHH! I didn't want it anymore. And that was the point I understood I'm more of an American girl. Well, of course, if I meet a British, I won't scream into his or her face "GET OUTTA HERE I CAN'T LISTEN TO YA SPEECH". But namely I'd prefer speaking in an American one now.

I'm absolutely aware that I'll never get rid of my Russian roots, my Russian accent. We've been told that all that accent stuff is on a level of heartbeat. Of course, if a newly born Chinese baby is brought up in Brazil, it will speak Portuguese perfectly. But if you're a 19 years old girl who's been learning English for about 5 years, it seems impossible to lose your native accent. Even if I eventually move to an English-speaking or French-speaking or Italian-speaking country, I'll still have some Russian faint notes. I've already mentioned intonation, so I want you to know that intonation is really important.
In Russia we don't have so different Russian accents. We usually speak about dialects which yes can differ pretty much. If you're good enough, you can tell someone living in Moscow from someone living in Archangel and someone living in the Russian Far East. My Russian teacher at school once said that people in the Russian Far East speak the purest Russian, because this part of our huge country had been populated by people from various Russian regions, so their dialects disappeared and the pure language remained.
So as a conclusion, I can identify, produce and tell many things about a British and an American accents; every now and then I can differ an Australian accent, but I don't know theoretically how Aussies make their signature sounds; I can tell nothing about a New Zealand accent, though I heard people speak it; I'll never lose my Russian accent.

I beg my pardon

Be brave to try different accents

To My Huckleberry Friends

Moon River, wider than a mile,

I'm crossing you in style some day.

Audrey Hepburn – Moon River

My student life is full of events: we have a lot of work for literary science, but we have missed many French lessons because our teacher was ill. Anyhow I try to catch up on French myself. I think I must remember how enthusiastic I was when I studied English with my beloved tutor.
My work as an English tutor goes well. I keep on teaching a boy, 9, and a girl, 10, and they turned out to be cousins of each other.
Finally *drums drums drums* I bought contact lenses!!! Now I can see so well without nose irritation. Now I see faces of strangers passing by and looking at me. And now if I see a familiar face in the crowd, I'll coldly walk on by on purpose, not because I can't identify a person due to my bad vision. Now the world is so clear! Well, it's also because the weather is quite good. And not just 'quite good', it's excellent! It's almost summer here as long as it's almost winter in my hometown. Well, views of our campus may not seem so happy, but it feels happy indeed.

Recently Tatyana and I have started practicing yoga. It's way more relaxing than fast and furious moves of aerobics. So while doing yoga, we stretch our bodies, obtain balance and - probably the most important - relax. Dealing so many problems and obstacles during the week, we need this hour of heaven on the floor. Usually we just turn on a random yoga video on YouTube and enjoy. Unfortunately, we don't meet as often as we'd like, but at least once a week we find an hour for yoga. Maybe, when it's totally warm outside, we'll practice outside. It would be even more healthier, funnier and we wouldn't have to look for the days, when my roommate leave the room. Of course, Tanya and I aren't professional yoginis. We exercise for joy and pleasure, as any exercise should be done. I'd wanted to try yoga for a long time, watched my momma doing it, and I'm so glad I tried it myself. Today I've also asked my mother to send me her yoga guide-book with colourful pictures and detailed instructions. I believe this book will provide some good information for me. The main aim is to follow instructions about breath and concentration control.
Soon enough my education in the student organisation will finish with the exams, and I'll become a camp leader with the certification! I can't deny that working with about 20 little devils scares me a bit, but I'm sure I'll handle it.
But before I work in the summer camp, we'll finish our first academic year at university. I still can't believe that time flies away so fast! You cannot even imagine how fast the other three years will pass. Talking about it, I'm so eager to know what's ahead waiting for me. I've already planned my whole summer and sometimes think about the next one. Some days ago Anton and I found an advertisement inviting to go to France with a group to learn French in Cannes or Nice. It showed the price of 1600 euros, and it didn't include any plane tickets and visa things. 1600 euros only for education, accommodation and excursions. I decided it was too expensive, and if I wanted to go to France, I would go there alone then. But going to France means having headache with visa. Lately I've been considering about saving for a Moroccan trip (after the USA, of course).
Reading my epigraph, you might have understood that I *finally* watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's". When I watched it, I was literally shocked for a couple of days after it. I believed in true love again, my inner girly girl woke up and cried not just a river, but the whole ocean over the story. The cruellest scene of the movie for me was when the main character Holly made her cat go out of the taxi in the pouring rain, and I was like: "You, how can you?! A cruel thing!!" It's the only thing that spoils my thoughts on Holly Golightly. And when she found it, it felt like it was me who found the cat, like I myself did a mistake and corrected it. It only means that the actors did the great job, awesome.
And the song of the day will be "Moon River" by marvellous Audrey Hepburn. The song perfectly describes how I feel and what I think, so let it be. This simple song won an Oscar, by the way.

Moon River, wider than a mile,

I'm crossing you in style some day.

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,

wherever you're going I'm going your way.

Two drifters off to see the world.

There's such a lot of world to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end

waiting 'round the bend,

my huckleberry friend,

Moon River and me.

Be brave

Interstellar

ATTN PLEASE! You know, I'd been working on the post about my little trip to Khabarovsk, but something happened that made me write this post. It's connected with one of the latest films, my favourite physic theme of spacetime and my ability to get deeply impressed. Use one word - "Interstellar".

November's Little Bit Of Everything

On my every watching of "Cloud Atlas" I feel like writing something smart, but am I smart enough?
This year my tradition of annual watching "Cloud Atlas" on the day I saw it for the first time, the 4th of November, was broken a bit - I had too much homework to do that day, so I had to delay it. Nevertheless, here I go with tears on my cheeks, head in the clouds ("got no weight on my shoulders"). This Saturday night doesn't have me outside, and I don't think I'm going to spend one more whole night outside unless it's May (except New Year night, probably, but even that night we usually come somewhere inside at 3 a.m. or so).
Now I can grandiloquently talk about how worthlessly I spend my evenings (not talking about today's, of course), but I'm sure it's all gonna end up the same - I'll turn on another episode of another series, and so on. It's come the time when I don't have any pressure over me from the outside and I must insist on doing anything by myself. It's not that earlier my parents or teachers controlled me all way long, they actually never did. But finally I have time to work more and harder, almost nothing holds me down - only my laziness and the lack of the closest aim do. I mean, there's some undercover thought in my mind - oh, the exams aren't soon, I do it well about current stuff, there's nothing to worry about, you'll have time for that later... What if I will not? What if there'll be no time for that? The better I work while I have the opportunity, the more I will get in the future.
I plan on becoming the English tutor in the second semester. English is the only thing for now I can share with someone else. I think of teaching teenagers at the ago of 11-13, when they already understand something, but don't bother about final examinations. I wonder if there are teenagers in Vladivostok who are interested in knowing the language just for living, not for passing the exams as I was interested in it, when I started learning it? Only later on I decided to pass some stupid exams, and now English has become an important part of my life. So examinations have never been my aim of learning English. But one web source claims that learning a language shouldn't be an aim, but a key, a way to a better, higher intention. But what if I don't have that intention? What if learning a language takes me all and I don't need it as a key for something bigger, but a language is a big thing for me as it is? Certainly, in some silly papers I write that I learn languages to watch movies in the original language, easily travel the world and connect to the native people, read information in other languages that I can't find in Russian and so on... But they are only excuses. There are people around me which don't want to know a foreign language, they don't feel the need to, and they live their lives without troubles, watch those damn films, travel the world and find out that information. If worse comes to worst, there is holy Google Translator at least. So why do certain people have that unstoppable wish to speak more than one and even two languages? And why don't others share that wish? Who knows...
I have just now had a sweet Skype talk with Ilya. He will come to Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk for up-coming Christmas holidays as I will and as most of our friends will, so I can already feel an inevitable party all our super party of good old school friends is going to have. 'Cause we Christmas harder than you. I can't deny I miss my friends, but I can't help admiring the Internet - I don't miss home, my parents and the very same friends that much as I would if I couldn't send them funny pictures and videos, share emotions about the last episode or see their dear faces on the screen of my laptop. I don't even mention now my last trip to Khabarovsk (still wait for it). But anyhow seeing and feeling friends and relatives by your side, hearing their voices in real life, hugging them is something you can pay a lot for. I know that I try not to "get attached to somebody you could lose", but I can't refuse, can't erase people I already love, they are already those people who create me, myself and I, who make me who I am. So that's it.
The song of the day will be "Wildest Dreams" by Taylor Swift from her latest album "1989", that suits my mood so perfectly right now. I can't find a descend record on YouTube to put it here, because all such things are banned, but no one forbade me to leave here the lyrics.

He said, "Let's get out of this town,

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds

I thought heaven can't help me now."

Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, wildest dreams, oh, ah.

I said, "No one has to know what we do,"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound,

Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

And when we've had our very last kiss

My last request is

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, wildest dreams, oh, ah.

You see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just pretend

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your (just pretend, just pretend) wildest dreams, oh, ah, in your wildest dreams, oh, ah

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, ah, in your wildest dreams, ah, ah.

Be brave.

Exams' Results. The Chorus Is Over. Dangerous Party

When the friends are gone,

When the party's over,

We will still belong to each other.

Shakira, "Underneath You Clothes"

My friends and I count the days till new results coming. So lately we received our results for the Russian examination, and I gained 87 points of 100. You can't deny, it's such a good result, but I was... frustrated. I was disappointed, because I'd aimed at the score over 90, therefore certainly I flipped out on getting something less than would-be-my 90. But anyhow my mind understands 87 is a proper thing, so now I'm not so annoyed with my frustration. BTW, my friend and OTR Ilya got a perfect result, all 100 of 100 points for Russian. My congratulations to him, though I've already told him I think it's a matter of luck, so he was lucky enough to get his excellent variant of the test... As well as this luck worked for me during the English test! Well, I didn't get 100 points, but I got... 93! The results were announced only this morning, so you get the latest information :). Coming back to the talk about the results, I must remind you that I overslept the day of the English examination and hardly got there on time! Mom said, I should've overslept for every exam LOL. And what about Ilya, he received 85, that's why I said I was lucky that time. Our examinations in the form of the tests are a big lottery, you never know for sure what you get. So, this morning is the best morning of the month let it be 'week', because I still have to wait for the math result. But on getting the English results I already can forethink if I will enter the university of my dream. And yes, there are educational programmes suitable for my final score (253) and for my decisions about what I wanna do in the future. According to my mom again, now we'll shiver till the math results, than we'll shiver until official entering the university. Will I ever keep calm and carry on?

The next part of my post is that I ended up with attending my chorus. I can't say that it was sentimental and I was sad to leave it. Hell no, I'm done, you - fuck, I'll finally live my new own life. I told you, I'd been dragged in the chorus, because its header had been my teacher in my music school. So I couldn't say no; it was a nightmare in the beginning and a routine in the end. Sometimes attending the chorus was really cool, especially when we had parties, trips abroad and when I was paid money. I found new friends there also and didn't stop singing, thank them for it.

But the biggest thing of this week is a superb party in da house that has just finished. On 12.06 my parents went to visit my sister in another town, and I told them I'd bring my friend Dasha for the night. We ended up drinking vodka with Sprite with about 11 people floating around my flat. Well, it wasn't accidentally, Dasha and I had planned the party beforehand, though we didn't know my flat would be free for all of us to party there. And so we drank. Moreover, we played Twister (right now I hate it, I feel the most painful pain (I remember this expression of mine, beotches) within my body), and I played it as I do - the hardcore mode. But the most hardcore mode was when our friend Kostya decided to take revenge on me... at 8 a.m. Of course, I gave up in 3 minutes, because my arms and legs couldn't hold me for long! Also, my mom always teaches me not to compete with the men (but I always do). What about the party, so we had a couple of walks to the shop during the night, it was so funny. Just imagine, you come to a shop at 2:30 a.m.(!) to buy a bottle of Sprite, some pasta and a chewing gum. WHT?! But "that's just how we do". Also, that night we were a real trouble for my neighbors, though I don't think we were that loud. Different neighbors twice came to my flat complaining that we were partying too hard and should wrap that sht up. Now I can't believe that at my birthday party we were quieter and didn't disturb the neighbors (that night they didn't come up to our place). Anyhow, thanks to God, the police or something wasn't called. Well, in my opinion, it all boils down to thin old walls causing great acoustic transmission. When there's no sound resource in my flat, I can listen to the music at my neighbors' place. But coming the neighbors complaining, doesn't it prove the awesomeness of our party?

My cat liked our guest

How we went out at 2:30 p.m.

Night shop walker. Look into these drunk eyes!

My friend didn't give a thang
where to lie down

My cat had fun too

BTW, at the first Twister game I was so close to tear a nail off my right thumb! I just wasn't careful enough how to place my hand, so I even had to cool my thumb down not to let it bleed. Extremely hardcore!
By the morning of 13.06 the half of the gang had gone home or anywhere else, we tried to sleep, went to the shop, had the Twister revenge and more and more... Of course, almost all of us felt the baddest because of the hangover, moreover I've already written about the pain after the Twister. Ah, when I understood it was the hangover, I started singing "Hungover" by my favourite band "3Oh!3". How come I can remember songs and their lyrics even being deeply drunk and than hungover?

Wake up 9 – maybe 10

Depending how my head is feeling

Every step that I take is rattling the ceiling

Take a breath - brush my teeth

Smell like death – even bleach can’t erase the taste of last night

I got holes in my clothes

Someone’s sweatshirt – who knows what I did…

When you came over

I shoulda stayed sober

And then I got the cold shoulder

Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover

Please don’t call – please don’t text

Because my phone is dead anyways

Shut the shades – close the door

And I’ll see you in a couple days

Did we kiss, did we fight?

There’s a bit of the night that I might not remember

There’s a burn on my coat

Cigarettes on my throat

I don’t know what we did

When you came over

I shoulda stayed sober

And then I got the cold shoulder

Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover

Now my wallet is gone

Find missed calls on my phone

Now my exes all know that I’m lonely

Woke up with a tattoo

It looks bad but that’s cool

Cuase it reminds me of the shit that we did

When you came over

I shoulda stayed sober

And then I got the cold shoulder

Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover

Well, it wasn't the end. In the afternoon I called my parents to find out they were to stay at my sister's place for another night! It meant Dasha could take another sleepover with me, and so that's what she did. We did some chores and then kicked back to watch the gorgeous "Maleficent"... in the pirate quality LOL. The movie was fine, really beautiful, Angelina was the chicest, but the talk is not about it. So, during the film we were joined by Kostya, and then... the electricity was shut off. You'll know why below, and while we were out of the Internet, we played cards and did absolutely nothing, just lied around without even saying a word. When the electricity was back, we watched a couple of films, drank some cups of tea (on typing this word the electricity was shut off again, FU!) and went to bed the sofa. Remember, we hadn't slept the night before, so there's no surprise why we had a sleepy after-party and didn't prevent ourselves from sleeping during this night. And when we woke up today, everything was also pretty prosaic. Well, I was woken up by my dad's call, then Kostya told the English (and physics for Kostya) results had been announced, so we all couldn't sleep after knowing it. Kostya cooked our breakfast, we made my flat, and that was done. The only loss of my party is a glass broken at the first night. Well, it was my dad's favourite one, so I turned our to be tricky enough to make up a story how I had broken it OOPS. Fortunately, after coming home my parents believed my words, and that glass was outshone by my breaking news about the exam's result. Here comes the part where I feel like telling you why our electricity was shut off. The whole week we've been having the worst weather for "hot summer nights" and days as well. It's been raining, "but there ain't no stopping, 'cause it's you and me against the world", the sky is so grey and gloomy, strong wind, so the only point to go out seem to be buying a bottle of Sprite, some pasta and a chewing gum. Time to time the weather become tired and slow it down, but sometimes it rises up and you'd better get our of its way! That's what I can see out of my windows:

OMG Are those cars all identical?? O_O

Well, this is it. I leave you with all this burden and one more song I run int recently. It's another hit by famous Psy featuring unbelievable Snoop Dog. I couldn't leave you without this song because it's called... "Hangover". 

Be brave to get over the hangover

P.S. I like this rhyming expression!

P.P.S. To my mind, "Hangover" is the most adequate thing by Psy IMHO.

Vampire Academy In The City

Today's weather is a drizzling sht, but it didn't prevent me from having a walk. Plus, with this walk I got my pinafore - an important part of the last bell event. Usually the last bell is celebrated on the 25th of May, but our one will be held on 23th, I guess, because this year the 25th is Sunday. On the eve of the last bell our school has a tradition to hold the Day of Childhood - the day when the seniors have the craziest fun dressed up like - you wouldn't believe - children, playing with primary school pupils and all that jazz. I hope we'll rock that place, dammit. And here's my whole dress for the upcoming last bell! My cat liked it as well :3

Also in the cosmetics shop I mentioned a fragrance with a weird name - "lol ;-)" by Lulu Castagnette. Yup, the box is really funny and - #OMG - lol, but the perfume itself is too sweet! Like they stuffed all the sweetest candies in the world, then shook it in a good way and added a fragrance booster. 

Yesterday I watched "Vampire Academy". If I weren't a pubertal 17-year-old girl, I wouldn't gave a thing about this movie. But yes, I am, and there is our Russian pride called Danila Kizlovsky in his sexiest, getting all the beotches down. And us with them. 

So, "Vampire Academy" is a story about two friends-not-human-beings and how they struggle with the dark side generally and the darkest side in our life ever - high school. A drawback of it all is that till the end of the movie you can't make out who the fuck is a dhampire, a moroi and a strigoi. So, before the world you know was like it is: there are vampires and that's all. Maybe, some original vampires - if you know what I mean. But Richelle Mead, the author of VA series, decided HELL NO and put the half of Romanian mythology under one cover. And don't forget to follow who defends whom, who eats whom, who is badass and who sucks.

Generally and honestly, it's not a super-great film as Harry Potter series or even Twilight saga (yeah, must admit). But still "Vampire Academy" is such a nice story with an obvious sequel. I would compare this story with "Rubinrot" (even IMDb recommends "Rubinrot" when you open "VA" page). The both movies are based on the books from the series that is all about to be filmed. And also I don't know when to expect the next part of "Ruby Red" or "Vampire Academy", but I know I'll be pleased watching both of them. 

Danila as Dimitri and Zoey Deutch as Rose.
Control your orgasms.

Our another pride - Olga Kurylenko
as Headmistress Ellen Kirova

Also I try to prepare for my exams which are going to start so soon SO SOON! I can't even image how nervous I'm going to be. So, be ready for the posts like "I'M GONNA DIE!" So.... be brave.

The song of the day will be one good old song "In The City" by Kevin Rudolf.

And once again - be brave! :3

P.S. 

The Dress Is Hunted!

YAS! We did it! We bought me a prom dress! But I'm not going to show you it all, it'll be just a 'sneek-pic'.

After Every Party

... I'm supposed to die according to the song by IAMX ("After Every Party I Die"), but after our potential-super party I did not. Why potential? Because it wasn't so blowing-away as it could've been. And there are some reasons for that.

RoboCop Sucks

As I wrote yesterday, my today was dedicated to Cherry Lady, my music friend celebrating her 18th birthday. In the beginning of the journey we wanted to go to the cinema to watch "The Lego Movie" (yup), but all tickets were sold out, so we decided to watch "RoboCop", a remake of the 1987 classic. And even though I didn't watch the original film, I was able to understand - the 2014 movie is crap. I was on the edge of falling asleep, really. Now we can measure things with the scale of RoboCop to... to Fassbender, for example.
I presented Cherry Lady a CD disk of Muse's greatest hits, a gift card with some nice handwriting, a facial mask with red wine and a song we ended up singing together.
But when I got home, I had another task - I had to bake an American pie. Why did I exactly had to? We'll need to cook something for girls' competition judges, so it was my test effort. And it sucked. On the scale of RoboCop to Fassbender, my pie is two grades higher than RoboCop.

Due to my putting more pastry than was needed, my American pie became a real Russian one. Of course, my parents liked it, but I knew it was all wrong.
Now I'm gonna spend some time watching "Glee" and "The Vampire Diaries", and that'll be the end of my day. The song of the day will be "She's Not Me (Pt.1)" by 16-year-old Swedish singer Zara Larsson. What an amazing song!

She doesn't love you - like I do

She doesn't have my name

However she tries - to act like it

She'll never be the same

But she's new and she's beautiful

You've never been in a fight

Yeah it's awfully perfect now

But you just know deep inside

She's not me

She's not me

She's not me

Baby

She's not me

Does she

Make you feel wanted - like I did?

Make you feel like you're the one thing that matters?

You let her head rest - on your chest

But when you close your eyes

You'll be seeing my face again

I'll be crossing you mind

You'll be dreaming of places we went

And then you'll wake up to find

That she's not me

She's not me

She's not me

Remember

That she's not me

She's not me

She's not me

*Be brave*

Blizzard In A Nutshell

What a blizzard outside! Still my friend and I were crazy enough to try our luck at going to school. You see, we hadn't been called beforehand, that's why we didn't know whether to go or not, and being too responsible we went out struggling with the wind and the snow. Fortunately I even didn't reach the school as the friend called me and told to rush back home. So I can say I went out at 8 a.m. just to take a photo.