Monday, 26 April 2010

Interesting ideas, anyone?

Can I share something horrid with you?




I don't know what's more sad, to be honest.
That the blog hasn't been visited a lot for a whole year now,
or the fact that I care for a random number of "accidental" whoops-I-didn't-mean-this-link visits.

As soon as anything interesting happens, I'll be sure to post it.
If you have any suggestions to post about, let me know.
And if you think I should just shut the blog down.. then I'd probably go with a "no, thanks".
I like venting here.
Even if I'm only venting to myself.

xxx
The Gypsy

Saturday, 24 April 2010

An Ode To Painkillers

I've posted it everywhere I could think of, so why not here, too?

OMG Birthday way way too soon ;-;
I haven't enjoyed being 21 to its limit yet!
Time! FREEZE! Please? +puppy eyes+

Checking archives, conversations, diaries and other past keeping-up posts,
I've been either sick or in pain, or both, for four months now, with exception of a few days.
And I've had it. I declare that from now on sickness and pain will fear me. Fear me so much they're going to stay away or else they'll be in trouble. Really big trouble. As in run for your life trouble. I /will/ send assassins their way.
Painkillers rock. Seriously.

xxx
The Gypsy

Sunday, 18 April 2010

I really...

... Wish
... Hope
... Dream

Wish that things can get back to as good as they were.
Hope that things will get even better.
Dream that, in the future, bad phases and down slides are very short in comparison.

I miss what I had. I don't know how to get it back.
I can't dwell in the past, I'm scared of the future and I hate the present.
But maybe, if I continue wishing, hoping, dreaming.. praying.. Maybe it will be alright.
Maybe every little thing is going to be alright.

xxx
The Gypsy.


Sunday, 11 April 2010

Painting

Everybody who knows me knows I don't take things for granted easily.
Yet there's been a neglect of little things I fail to notice, let alone appreciate.
I've been wondering about how to get myself to notice it again.

Came up with a pretty interesting approach, if I may say so myself.
It's commonly known as a "Picture of the Day". Not sure who named it that.
Doesn't matter anyhow.

I take as many pictures of as many things as I'd like, each day. But it has to be at least once every day. Then I choose the one I like most and name it Picture of that Day. Derr. That much was obvious.
Pretty easy assignment, with the sole purpose of seeing the beauty of things around me again. Or in my pictures. Or just seeing beauty at all xD

To start with today's picture of the day, here's to Ralf's dog, Skipp.
He's amazingly cute, hyper and funny to watch. And when he sits it looks like he's standing, his legs are /that/ short.


I was also given some warhammer models of Ralf's to paint.
Be jealous. Very very jealous.
(Tip: I'd click on the picture to enlarge it, if I were you)
It was fun.
I finished seven of them in a reasonable amount of time. And for the first /real/ models, they look pretty damn good. So there.

This be muh seven dwarfs: (Nopes, not Snowwhite, sorry)


Another shot:


This is what the table looks like with painting stations.
Notice the models, at the crocodiles beak :P (They're /that/ small)



And here are two more pictures just for the sake of sharing good stuff ;D





Too bad the day ended in cramps.
It was good regardless, though.

xxx
The Gypsy.

Saturday, 10 April 2010

What's cool?

Gifts. Random kindnesses.
Genuine compliments.

People can be curiously generous.
Not just materialistically so. Though emotional generosity is something I already knew could be unlimited.

I really do agree with "It's the thought that counts".
Whatever the gesture. I'll be sure to appreciate it.

xxx
The Gypsy

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Dun dun dunnn.

Mystery missions I've been given:

Be healthy.
Be happy.
Be intelligent.
Be creative.
Be talented.
Be original.
Be brilliant.
Be beautiful.
Be succesful.
Love myself. (Wait. This should be the first one)..

Do I want to do this myself?
I'm not sure yet.
I've been told I cannot live without loving myself.
And I've been abandoned for that same reason more than once.. So I figure, unless I want to kill myself and get it over with, I'd better start learning how to be happy. A lot. And fast.


See?
It's a bloody art.
And she says it so it makes sense.
Literally: "Fake it till you make it." Woah. That sounds familiar. (*cough*earlierposthinthint*cough*)

xxx
The Gypsy

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