Come let’s away*
Currently:
- Feeling: oh, boy!
- Listening to: Lampshade
- Reading: Baiuteii de Filip si Matei Florian
Lazy, lazy days… I tried to learn, honestly I did, but I simply couldn’t focus on what I was reading. My mind has a will of its own and kept playing tricks on me. Nope, couldn’t concentrate at all. The truth is that I don’t really like the courses from my university. But, like Doug said, I need a diploma and I’m going to learn just to get that diploma. I don’t want any scholarships, I don’t want to go abroad and learn, I don’t want to be the best. I simply want to live; to be able to say “Yes, it was great in my university years… yeah, I learned, but my life wasn’t only about that.” And I want to work. I definitely want to work. It’s not that my parents can’t pay for my stay in Bucharest, thank God we are pretty well off, but I don’t think it’s fair what I’m doing right now: spending their money on useless stuff, not going to all the courses, almost hating the university I’m attending etc. I moved there to learn… and I’m not actually doing that.
Of course there’s always and alternative to learning and that’s work. Maybe I’m pushing things a little to further, maybe I don’t know exactly what it means to work. I don’t want to be financial independent from my parents, I simply want to have a regular income to pay for, let’s say, the taxes. I’d feel much better! It’s not like I don’t want time for myself, I do! I want to be able to enjoy a good book, quality time with Mihnea or a cup of tea with some of my dear friends, but that depends on me, on how I manage my time. I could easily work 4h/day, everyday, because my university schedule allows that. The only problem is, where to work?
I finished that translation and sent it to my aunt, but they have a major project these months and the tourist guides project has been postponed. This means she didn’t have time to take a look at my translation and tell me if it’s ok or not. So I don’t know anything for sure yet. I’d love to have a book related job, somewhere in a bookstore or such. I’m not giving this dream up!!! Someday I’ll either have my own bookstore, or I will work for a publishing house. It’s where I belong! It’s what I love most in this world, after people. I just need to start from somewhere.
And he’s gone again. At least this time he’ll be back in February. It’s strange how I simply melt when I’m with him, how I can be so in love with him when he’s by my side. And it’s funny how I get mad at him and stay mad for days and days when he’s gone. Hopefully, after he’ll be back in Cluj we’ll see each other often. Heck, only the thought of being in the same country is reassuring enough for me. I simply love the patience he has when we enter a bookshop and I look at almost every book. He’s never bored, he never tells me to hurry up, he listens to all my ramblings about “oh, I’ve read about this book/author” or “I must have this one!”. And we even bought books together; I bought some books from my wish list, he bought some computer programming books, but it was fun. But what I love even more are the evenings when we read together. He comes over and brings a book for himself. We sit on my bed, I usually put my head on his chest and we read our books. If we find an interesting passage we read it to each other. And of course we eat chocolate and oranges 
Tomorrow I’m going back to Bucharest. It has been a pleasant stay here, in Baia Mare, but I can hardly wait to go back. I miss my room, my books, my laptop, my music, my Bucharest. Mum is upset that I’m leaving, but at least we spent some time today and went mother-and-daughter shopping. And I really need to get rid of these extra kilograms I have put on since I arrived here. I miss my 49 kg! Yeah, it’s time I went back.
* lyrics from Lampshade - By and by
Incearca sa faci un proiect ceva de o emisiune legata de carti pe care le citesti, un fel de emisiune in care sa discutii despre carti cu autori si alte chestii din astea si bag-o pe la diverse radiouri..ar fi o solutie sa muncesti si sa faci si ceva ce-ti place. Spre exemplu poti incerca la Radio Lynx aia cu radio pe net. Sau depuneti Cv-uri pe la Biblioteca Centrala.
@Fanel: din pacate, eu sunt cititoare si atat. Nici recenzii bune nu pot sa scriu, ce sa mai vorbesc de o emisiune la radio?
Si in plus, dictia mea lasa mult de dorit… vorbesc foarte repede, uneori uit ca trebuie sa deschid gura ca sa vorbesc sau cum ar spune mama:”Asa vorbesti, ca nimeni nu te intelege, nici macar tu!”
Cat despre BCU… sa stii ca o sa ma duc sa ma interesez! Merci tare mult de idee!
=)) aşa vorbesc şi eu..
Ionuca: treaba asta cred ca se repara in timp. Tu depune pe la radiouri ce ti-am zis si lasa-i pe ei sa vada daca ai stofa sau nu de asa ceva.
daca as fi in locul tau, as savura perioada asta bucata cu bucata.:)
mor dupa Cripple and the starfish
Eu nu recomand nimanui sa munceasca in timpul facultatii. Pe mine un serviciu usor, de 3 ore pe zi, m-a terminat psihic. Din moment ce ai si facultate, si serviciu, renunti la viata personala. Si mie mi se pare cam devreme pt. noi sa facem asta.
Si eu am pus pe mine holiday weight si sunt foarte nefericita din cauza asta.
Bucharest and me are awaitin’ with a cup of hot something.
Miss you!
zau ca si eu as savura la maxim perioada asta. intotdeauna am incurajat oamenii sa munceasca de drag, nu doar asa, ca trebuie. bine, sunt cazuri unde chiar trebuie, dar nu vorbim despre asta acum. ma rog, ideea e ca nici eu nu muncesc (sa zicem ca am scuza cu alea 2 faculte) si daca as putea intoarce timpul nici n-as face-o. daca reusesti sa gasesti ceva in domeniul care-ti place, atunci e mai mult decat ok.
si inca ceva: nu te mai simti vinovata ca “stai” pe banii alor tai. acum inveti niste lucruri pe care nu le-ai fi invatat acasa, chiar daca nu-ti place ceea ce inveti. sunt experiente si oameni cu care altfel nu te-ai fi intalnit. da, esti aici sa inveti, dar asta nu inseamna neaparat ca doar la facultate poti sa faci asta. gandeste-te si la unele sentimente pe care le-ai avut aici si nu le-ai fi putut avea in alta parte. oricat de neplacute, ele contribuie la ceea ce o sa fii tu.
doamne ce sfatoasa sunt azi! si da, sunt si mai grasa anul asta. ca sa vezi ce face porcu’ din om
NYAA, la multi ani!
@2410, Alina, Silvia: asa ma gandesc si eu in momentele mele de egoism: e datoria lor sa ma tina cat sunt la facultate, iar eu ar trebui sa ma distrez si sa ma bucur de oportunitatea asta. Dar pur si simplu nu pot! Mi-e greu sa stiu ca in fiecare luna se duc degeaba +7mil. Nu ar fi nici o problema daca as avea rezultatele scolare la care se asteapta ai mei, dar sunt mai mult ca sigura ca o sa fiu a walking disaster in sesiune. Si nu vreau sa aud imputari de genul: “ti-am creat toate conditiile, ti-am cumparat ce ai vrut, ti-am dat cati bani ai vrut, iar tot ce ai avut de facut a fost sa inveti si nu ai fost in stare de asa ceva.” Iar parintii mei nu sunt genul de pers care sa inteleaga ca pur si simplu eu vreau doar sa termin facultatea aia si nu sa fiu prima. Pentru ei totul este o competitie, au planuri incredibil de absurde in legatura cu viitorul meu, viseaza la burse si job-uri in strainatate. Intr-un fel ii inteleg… vor ce e mai bun pentru mine. Dar ei nu ma inteleg. Nu ar intelege niciodata ca nu am ambitii mari, ca ma multumesc cu putin, ca prefer sa fac ce imi place fie si pe bani putini, decat sa-mi blestem zilele cu ceva slujba fancy si bine platita, dar pe care sa o urasc. Ce sa-i faci? Nu o sa-i schimb niciodata.
nu am zis niciodata ca e datoria lor sa te tina in facultate si ca tu trebuie sa profiti distrandu-te. imi pare rau ca nu m-am facut inteleasa in ceea ce am afirmat. stiu ca toti parintii (ma rog, majoritatea) au pretentii in ceea ce priveste rezultatele scolare ale copilului, fie el si la facultate, dar tu chiar crezi ca orice experienta pe care o traiesti la facultate si care nu e legata de scoala sau munca e pur si simplu distractie? si crezi ca parintii nostri sunt atat de absurzi incat sa nu stie asta? ma rog, nu-i cunosc pe ai tai si nici pe tine, insa am invatat singura si cu greu ca uneori, deseori, parintii te pot surprinde placut.
ma rog, poate ca m-am bagat prea mult.