Uszi Zefiryn (ooshie zepheeryn)

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Location: Białystok, Poland

Sunday, October 30, 2005

More odd dreams

I had the weirdest dream last night. So weird I can’t remember all the details to describe it well enough. I remember traveling around a lot through many different scenes, but most of them looked like European cities. At one point I think Paris Hilton and her sister made an appearance (really weird that they would show up in my dream). It ended on a group of us eating salad at this woman’s house who we didn’t know. I remember exactly what was in the salad: lettuce, cherry tomatoes (which later turned into sliced regular tomatoes), feta cheese, eggs, ranch dressing (I think), and possibly avocados. We were in her kitchen eating, and strangely enough her kitchen resembled my uncle’s in Poland: a big window which looked out on her yard, the table next to the window. I sat next to the window on the right side. The woman stood opposite me leaning on some counter. At one point, my mother walked up to the window from the outside and grabbed a tomato from the basket and ate it. I looked at her and said, “But we don’t even know this woman. You should ask before you eat her food.”

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Love is complicated

I'm not even sure I'm talking about love. Sometimes I wonder if life wouldn't be easier if we would all just go around and have random sex with random people. It would be hot because you barely know the person (or not at all), and if it was bad, it'd never happen again. I know that there are some people who do that, but I'm starting to believe that it should be the norm. What's the point of meeting someone, dating, eventually having sex, and then playing stupid games to see who will say 'I love you' first.....and then what? Some people get married, have kids, white picket fence and all, BUT.....what if that's not what you want?

Recently I've been wondering if I need to be with someone at all? Of course, I need sex, but that can be very easily taken care of (I am a good looking woman after all). Besides sex, what do I need from a man? Romance? Usually guys are romantic in order to get you into bed and then for a little while afterwards, so being with a guy does not guarantee romance. I've done romantic things with girls and been just as satisfied (if not more) . I know, I know, I'm cynical.

What else do men provide? Companionship....hmmmmm.....I've recently had a problem with this idea. A lot of people can be companions, not just men. Anyway, men are no longer chivalrous. No more opening doors for women. No more sweet, romantic, almost meaningless gestures. These things used to be worth so much more in courting. Now I'm lucky if a guy says please and thank you. Am I just running into the bad bunch?

I don't mean to be so down on men. I love men. I love how they make me feel (sexy and powerful). But I'm just wondering where in my life do they fit in?

Friday, October 07, 2005

I'm still happy with my homemade haircut

Monday, October 03, 2005

Top ten reasons to love October:

1. caramel apples
2. pumpkin pie
3. Halloween
4. haunted houses
5. great colors (you know, leaves changing colors and stuff)
6. sweater weather
7. Halloween parties
8. costumes
9. chilly evenings (find someone to warm you up…or else start wearing more sweaters…see #6)
10. fog machines

It’s lame….I know.

My favorite phrases from 'Speak for Yourself'

* kissing without kissing
* crop circles in the carpet
* trains and sewing machines
* no one's out here and I was not followed
* I feel a weakness coming on
* it's not even light out, but you've got somewhere to be
* oil marks appear on walls
* got a real flare with excuses

Text from Imogen Heap's song "Goodnight and Go"

Ok....I am really obsessed with this CD. I love most of the songs.

My favorite part in "Goodnight and Go" is the refrain:

Why'd you have be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you.
Must you make me love so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well

Sunday, October 02, 2005

This is for my peeps..hahaha

Saturday, October 01, 2005

I cut my hair all by myself