OK, some days you just wake up from the wrong side of the bed, bad sleep, some stress, a bad haircut, and there you have it.So INSTEAD of putting this all on some random poor friend of mine, I’ll tell you all about THINGS THAT PISS ME OFF. There we go:

1. FRENCH PEOPLE AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH ENGLISH

It’s not ENOUGH that they speak English like they have something in their mouths. It’s not enough that they pronounce English words and brands with a French accent. (GOOGLE -> GOOGEULE, PIZZA HUT ->PIZZA U to name a few), but they adopt english words in their daily life in order to PRETEND they can actually speak fucking english.

“CHEWING GUM” , “FEELING” , “COOL” , “YES” . This was the HUGE LIST of English words French people use.

2. CHICKS THAT DON’T EVEN PRETEND THEY’LL PAY FOR THEIR COFFEE ON A FIRST DATE

OK , We all know, no matter where you come from, from the warm Mediterranean to the cold Scandinavia, a guy is supposed to pay at the first date. It’s all good. But what about the chick who doesn’t EVEN do the “I’ll pay” move? I SWEAR TO MYSELF, NEXT TIME I’LL GO ON A DATE WITH A GIRL LIKE THAT, I’LL SAY I DON’T HAVE MONEY AND I’LL ASK HER TO PAY MY BILL TOO.

3. ASSHOLES WEARING SUMMER CLOTHING IN MID WINTER

No further analysis, I rest my case.

4. TRACKSUITS

5. CHICKS THAT YOU MEET ONLINE AND THEIR FIRST WORD IS: “I’M JUST HERE FOR FUN”

I’m convinced. We are talking in “www.meet-and-date-and-have-sex.com” and you are just having fun. What is MORE fun is their first word after you sleep with them. “I can’t believe this went so fast, it’s the first time I do this”.RIIIIIGHT.

6. THOSE WHO SPEND 80% OF THEIR STATUSES TALKING ABOUT HOW DRUNK THEY GET.

WE GET IT. You drink a LOT. You are SO COOL. You are ONLY the 5.234.034.320est person who discovered alcohol and the demanding technique of getting buzzed. NOT ONLY we don’t give a SHIT/FUCK about how much you drunk last night, but you should kinda try to HIDE the fact that you made out with 5 guys during the same night, puked in front of everybody, and don’t even remember how many dicks you sucked before dropping unconscious you stupid cunt/asshole.

7. THE “WOOO” GIRLS ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTZ8S2dAHUU )

They are everywhere. I hate them. Classic examples, American girls and MY NEIGHBOR:  A stupid TWAT that her house parties are 19-yr-old-girl-reunions, where all they do is WOO (the french way, yes they translate that too) for no reason at all.

8. MY NEIGHBOR

Yes, she deserves one category of her own. Being BLONDE, she considers herself SO special around here. Wait to see her with no makeup and high heels like I did one morning as I was going to work (booring) .

This stupid TWAT -as she will henceforth be known- lives at the apartment next-doors, and the only time she tried to establish contact was about MY MUSIC VOLUME. She spends her time either hanging out with her girlfriends (check 7) or bitching in Facebook about how there are no good men anymore bla bla bla.

awww…YOU POOR THING! “I AM BLOND AND YOUNG AND ALL GUYS ARE HITTING ON ME ASKING ME OUT”.

to be continued…

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message: I’m flirting with you, I’m nice.

description: Acting kind and sweet

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message: I’m stalking you just to show I’m really interested.

description: Facebooking, texting

3.

message: I’m smarter than you think I am.

description: Semi-offensive, passive-agressive humour

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message: I’m better for you but you don’t know it yet.

description: Subtle Irony, patronizing

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message: It’s not possible that you’re not interested! (also known as: Denial)

description: Rapid changes of hot/cold behaviors

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message: I get it, you’re not interested, but you weren’t that good to begin with. (also known as: Acceptance)

description: Insults, harassing

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Oh, the night is my world, city light painted girl
In the day nothing matters, it's the night time that flatters
In the night, no control, through the wall something's breaking
Wearing white as you're walkin' down the street of my soul

You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control
Another night, another day goes by
I never stop myself to wonder why
You make me to forget to play my role
You take my self, you take my self control

I, I live among the creatures of the night
I haven't got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it
That tomorrow never comes
A safe night, I'm living in the forest of my dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it
That this night will never go

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, the night is my world, city light painted girl
In the day nothing matters, it's the night time that flatters

You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control

I, I live among the creatures of the night
I haven't got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it
That tomorrow never knows
A safe night, I'm living in the forest of a dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it
That this night will never go

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You take my self, you take my self control
You take my self, you take my self control
You take my self, you take my self control...

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When you speak to lots of people, it gets easier to detect “mood trends”. Lately, after autumn kicked in, many people feel a bit depressed, closed to themselves in the personal life area. Funny, it seems the seasons play a role in our social lives more important than one could think.

I’m no exception.

(sidenote:) since the blog started, I always spoke about my personal life, at least between the lines. Unfortunately, given that I am not exactly “anonymous” (most of my frequent readers know who I am, some have met me in person etc etc) I can’t say much. If you’re an old reader, you remember other posts in which the “anonymity” issue troubled me. Being careful in what you write doesn’t help writing. It’s so damn limiting. But I’m kinda sick of it.

I consider myself officially single since July 2008. And regardless of my less or more serious adventures since then, I take it that I have been single all that time.

The city I live in, Aix, is a “flirt-friendly” town, with its numerous students and all. Unfortunately, it’s no more than that.

I have narrated the basic info of my life approximately 5.873 times so far. I think I have memorized the answers so good that sometimes I give the answer even before the other person finishes the question:

“So what are y..” – “Management”

“And wher..” “Athens”

You get the picture.

And I’m growing older. In the sense that, as I wrote in my previous post, I become less patient and I find it more difficult to accept other people’s shit. I’m less tolerant and less compromising. It’s “given” to me, that as I’m growing older I have the right to demand exactly what I’m searching for. (OK I’d need a whole new post in order to describe that!)

I’m also finding it easier to be… alone. On one hand, I want stuff to “happen” to me, on the other, I’m comfortably numb in this single-bachelor-doing-whatever-I-feel-like situation. And now with the work, I have a good excuse for quitting trying: I have no time. (which is not entirely false)

Recently I had a “I stop dating” crisis/resolution. Pfffff, don’t know how much this will last. I am this classic lame “love-at-first-sight” type/thing, easily excited, quickly disappointed. I wouldn’t stop myself from trying my luck to a girl who’s giving me the sweet eyes. Especially after the How I met your Mother craze, with the thought that a moment can change your life blabla, I don’t like to let opportunities slip away.

What I am really going to do, is set the barriers this time. I’m kinda saving myself. Enough of the mindless flirting etc etc. That way I’ll avoid stories that go nowhere, or mean nothing. And maybe that’s what I suggest you too.

We all, more or less, have an internal 6th sense of which story is going to move forward and which not. We know when we really like someone and we feel it when we really likes us back. And I know well that all of you (us?) are looking forward for something “wau”, but what if for a change, we concentrated on ourselves, in a constructive way, in our friends, while keeping our eyes ears and hearts open, in case something really special comes up?

Yeaaaa I know, all this sounds “blahh blabla”. Some of you are complaining inside your heads as you read this, I know. It’s like I’m hearing it in mine.

Easy solution? Live your love life through films and series It’s dysfunctional, but it gets you through the night!

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