I tako...

Joj, kako sam ovih dana u trransu! Ajde kao zavrsila se skola pa sam happy, ali i nemam zasto da budem happy kad su mi ocene katastrofa! Ali prvog putujem na more i nema me mesec i po dana! JEEEEE, Jedva cekam! Malo mi je i zao sto idem, nedostajace mi moji ortaci sa julinca. Danas sam na skoli isprozivala moju nastavnicu istorije. Cetina-kurvetina sam napisala na skoli! Tako joj i treba kad je kucka koja muci decu! Bas je prava kucka, bas me nervira. Nego ja sam u transu zbog drugih stvari...kad te neko stalno smara a ti ne mozes da ga otkacis. On se gubi i smara! A jos mi se i Bojan seli pa ja cu da dobijem nervni slom! Bas ce da mi nedostaje...a ovako cu lakse da ga zaboravim. Ponovo smo se posvadjali...strasno! Stalno mislim na to! Nerviram se!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ah, znam da sam dosadna ali ovo pisanje ima neko terapeucko dejstvo!A gubi se decko mnogo...gubi se kao Petar Pan u nedodjiji! ILi kao Alisa u zemlji cuda!Ma izgubljen je decko u vremenu i prostoru!...MA jednstavno pogubio se , glumi ludulo! Ne mogu vise da pisem, samo se nerviram.

Evo da se javim…da ne ispadne da sam zaboravila nab blog!Nisam ali nemam o čemu da pisem. Nista se ne desava, dosadno je…stalno se bakćem glupostima!Pošto ovo što pišem mora da ima nekog smisla ja sam odlučila da napišem jednu pesmu:

 

Pesma za Bojana

 

Srce me boli,boli i boli,

za moga druga moja dusa se moli.

Da na pogresan put ne stane,

da se od ovog sveta ne rastane.

Da ga pogresnoo drustvo ne povuče,

sta ako ga posle iskoriste i namuče.

Ja ga molim da to ne radi,

a čim mu nesto pomenem

on počne da se srdi.

Misli da je najpametniji

i da sve najbolje zna.

A ja bespomoćno gledam kako propada.

Srce mi plače iz dubine me boli

jer to isto srce iskreno ga voli!

...i to je moja pesma! Ah šta da radim... pokušavam da se izborim sa životom ali ne uspevam. Netreba se boriti sa životom jer iz njega jos niko nije izašao živ!

Moja baka je čudo. Na Banovom brdu postoji jedan policajac koji gleda ko ne prelazi ulicu na pešačkom prelazu a kad nekog uhvati onda ga kazni. Moja baka nikad ne prelazi ulicu na pešačkom prelazu tako je i upoznala ovog pandura. Svaki dan kad moja baka ode na Banovo brdo ona se juri sa tim pandurom. Evo bas juče ga je izradila i pobegla mu ispred nosa. Moja baka i još jedna žena prelazile su ulicu van pešačkog kada je naleteo čika pandur.Uhvatio ih je i rekao:"lične karte". Ta žena je krenula svojim putem ne obazrajući se na pandura i dok je pandur krunuo za njom moja baka je ušla u tramvaj i odvezla se kući. I tako je ona pobegla žandaru po ko zna koji put.

Slusajte sta mi je poslala jedna moja drudarica: We all know or knew someone like this!! One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. " They really should get lives. " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he ha d gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! " He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. " Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach..but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I waz saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. You now have two choices, you can: 1) pas this on to your friends or 2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1. "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. jedna moja prijateljica:

Jao, ja sam najveci folrant u gradu...Juce prvi cas imali smo Istoriju i trebala je da pita a posto ja nista nisam znala bas nista dobila bi keca oko vrata. I ja pametna odem kao do vc-a i ''padnem''. Tako sam pala da sam povredila zglob na nozi i nisam mogla da hodam. Pa sam odlucila da se prosetan do zbornice i da se pozalim razrednoj za nogu. A moja razredna je bila toliko pametna da me je strpala u njena kola i odvezla do moje bake posto meni nikog nije bilo kuci.A sto je bilo najgore od svega kod moje bake imaju neke dugacke stepenice uz koje smo trebale da se popnemo. Razredna je htela da me pomese ali joj ja nisam dala pa su me ona i jedan komsija izneli. Razredna se vratila na cas a ja sam ostala kod bake. Najludje od svega je to sto ja uopse nisam pala ili me je bolela noga. Posle sam dosla na drugi cas i ostala do kraja dana u skoli,ali sam celo vreme hramala da me nebi provalila razredna...Najveci trip je bio u tome sto istoricarka oupste nije pitala nego je predavala novo a ja sam se cimala i folirala bez razloga.

Sinoc sam raskinula sa Goranom i sad je sve glupo. On je otisao u naselje i rekao da je dobio kantu a potom je uzeo pivo! Napio se tj popio je a nije se jos napio kad sam ja otisla kuci! Ja sam pricala sa mojim drugom koji je bas super i mogu sve dam u kazem i on mi je rekao da ce da razgovora sa Goranom! Naravno rekao je Goranu kako je normalno da riba raskine i da ga ja vise ne volim! A on je ubedjen da cemo se ja i on pomiriti. Ja vise ne znam sta da radim! Sad je najgore to sto on pravi scene po naselju i meni je onda glupo. Sinoc nisam otisla kod drustva zato sto je on bio tamo jer bi on napravio neku scenu! Mislim mogao je da kaze da je on mene sutnuo ako mu je glupo to sto sam ja njega sutnula ali ne mora da sedi u naselju,da pije i da prica gluposti!Zbog njega sam se posvadjala sa najboljim drugom i sad sta? Ne pricam sa naj-ortakom! A nije bitno pomiricu se ja sa mojim ortakom…valjda…nadam se…ali meni je krivo to sto on ne moze da shvati da smo raskinuli i da je to normalno. Ponasa se kao da sam mu prva devojka i ko da nikad nije dobio pedalu! A dobio ih ja…verujte mi! Ovo sad za sve ribe (i one devojke koje nisu bas ribe)-muskarci su komplikovani i potpuno razumem lezbo…mislim, nisam se toliko razocarala u muskarce da bi postala lezbo ali brate kako je krenulo prvo ortak sad ovo…ma ne mogu vise da pisem… a prepostavljam da je dosadno citati ovakve gluposti i necu vise da vas smaram!

Ovaj post je samo za Anu i Jelu!

 Nemojte da me nervirate.Toliko mi nedostajete i besna sam zbog toga sto nismo cesce zajedno! A sad mora da me boli i to sto se svadjamo i to oko glupog bloga!Znate da vas puno volim i da mi nedostajete!

Ps. Ako je neko sa strane procitao ovaj post,nemojte da mislite da smo lezbo nego smo tri najbolje prijateljice rastrkane na razne strane

Posvadjala sam se sa najboljim ortakom tj ja sam se naljutilana njega! Bas je pokvaren, pre mi je sve govorio a sad sve krije od mene...ma boli njega kurac zbog toga sto sam ja ljuta na njega, mogla bi da umirem a on se nebi ni pomakao!Mrzim ga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nije tacno, ja ga volim on mi je najbolji ortak i vise od toga ali sa njim nesto nije uredu!Tako sam tuzna,deprimirana i sjebana i niko me ne razume i nemogu nikom da se iskukam i tako...Sta sad da radim? Da se nisam sa njim posvadjala on bi mi resio problem a ovako mogu samo da se nadam nekom cudu! Ajde otisla sam da se deprimiram!!

Danas posle skole smo ja i moja drugarica Nina kupile sprej. Pa smo zajedno sa Bojanom, mojim najboljim drugom otisle u skolsko dvoriste i u dvoristu skole napisali "Julino Hill konza" i na skoli smo to isto napisale a mislim da nas je i kamera uhvatila kad smo pisali po terenu( jer nasa glupa skola ima kameru). Posle smo isli po Zarkovu i precrtavali gde god pise Zarkovo i pislai ''J.B. Zakon''. Potrosile smo ceo sprej. Mrzim Zarkovo. Zarkovo je selo,samo Julino Brdo!!!!!!!. Ja sam sa Julinca."1000 pajaca sa Julinca". Veliki pozdrav za Julinac

Ovaj gblog je prvenstveno namenjen moji prijateljima koji "vole" da slusaju moje gluposti...