How did I start to believe what my neighbor said.

Yesterday... and today I was on a b-day party. Many things happened , many funny things, I think I'm too sleepy right now to describe every, tiny thing, all the more I'm not able to write some funky, spooky, ephemera transitories in my odd as usual style stuff. Sorry, we've run out of power, gas'n'all tha' stuff. See, it's that simple when you come back at 9am. Even the weather is not so sad or some sorta bizarre that stimulates your mind to write for instance Real Thoughts. No, unfortunately not this time kids n if ya start yelling, you'd better pick in your nose! Mwahahahahahahaa Nevertheless, I discovered a puzzling phenomena which concerns my, bizarre, beautiful, long lashed, incalculable self. Well, actually I've given some thing to a person, so I have not so much freedom to write this down here, however I'll find an encrypted way to do it >). That's also a classified connection to the title... So...be aware of my cruel self, if not then you'll kiss my gun [dot]

'''Why did the whore...'''

I'll start quoting Jack White: "I just couldn't believed!" Why did the whore ride on the very last place of the whole, stretched line of people from my class, although she does practice dancing, but I believe she is going, not will, to sell her charms in the future earning to survive? You don't know? Aaa, yup, you're not so clever as am I, I see, but I'll closer this pitiful case to you. Let the truth go out to the daylight. It was like that: she wore a black, lace pair of pants. She does not speak English. Maybe she struggles in vain, but it's very unlikely. I should have known, it could happen. Let's come to the point, she was showing her underwear to the Eteacher. But her deeds don't end here. Och, I don't mean to confess her in this place, but she's so futile, almost makes me sick and she's such a whore. I've been thinking till that time, stuff like this happen only in bad taste, bad quality movies. Unfortunately I was wrong. Maybe fortunately because now I have someone to mock, to criticize. But there's one more thing, that makes me puzzled. Had he noticed and realized this fact before, so he decided to ride on the end? He?! I've just lost all my respect I've been paying to him. Even though he's a teacher. Whose? My teacher and her. Next, the two main things I really hate on this - as sir B calls sick- world. They don't have a material look, don't have a body. Let's say they have a distinctive smell or rather an odor. They are swagger and ass licking. Right...now I'll leave the universe in order to make myself look resplendent, dazzling and sexy... The painting for today is as you can see very sunny, one of my favorites.

Och my goddess...

Today I was on a topographical trip far, far away from my house, from my school and from everything. It was a jerkwater town.Thanks God you that only a few people know this address because I'm gonnna write some not nice things about that super trip. Once I've fallen on the muddy ground right in front of my English teacher, who was closing the race by the way. And in addition I am going to a party tomorrow...Yes, comments look like this dots. And so is the title. I hope I will be able to walk although my enormous muscle scores. Nevertheless I'll have a reason why I don't want to dance or so if the party would be awful >) Unfortunately it's not such a great solution as it can seem...I've dug myself into pretty piece of shit... Och, I've forgotten, I do also want to go to a concert on Sunday evening on the near bathing beach. My hands are dry, my thighs hurt, my head a little too, och what else, I just don't even know. One is certain, I made a resolution: I will not attempt such expeditions when I am NOT properly prepared. Right, I've made a brek for dinner and I hardly came upstairs, you can now find how miserable is my condition and in how pitiful my condition is. And my knees hurt when I'm standing... Jeeep, i nie moge chodzić. Let's eat some sweet chocolate, not go up and downstairs and go sleep. A, yes, the forest looked like that on the painting but the limbs were longer. (Och) Noooo, I'm not able to go to Ewa... ;(( ;((

Truancy & da great, spooky sound

Actually, my annoying brother's here, just near me, however I'll try to write about my dishonorable deed >). Yup, I was on truancy today, khe khe kHE! With my two (male ;P) mates, we went to local train station and that's the main reason I do not regret , I hasn't been to my poor, boring school. I'm sure that I can be throw out in a while, 'cos my bro will start to want learn immediately, so then there's no other way than simply leave out. I've just read my lecture. Very depressing I can say after reading the first part of super-hiper, Polish, high school lecture... -.-' My friend asked me, if I am going to write here some stuff like this above and I said "of course not!", but it didn't work out, as you can see. Well, accident, what more can I say ^^, a sunny day just like this above so, no reason to worry about ^^. Let's sing some songs from Cowboy Bebop. Jakby to B. napisał "kk" i piszmy po polsku ^^. Imma proud of my brilliant language. Więc ja tak sobie przemyśliwuję, (oj, klawiaturkę pobrudziłam...;) to moje jak na razie 2 osoby powiadomione o blogu chiba nie mają polęcia jak się zabrać za wpisanie komentarza, bo wsistko po Ego go języku. No ale zara, przeca uczyta sie w szkole, a po japońcku to ja nie piszujet ;D przecież. No i co wy jesteście? MUŁY ;D No nic o to, poinstruuję ich/je w budzie ^^. Wracając do mojego dzisiejszego, niecnego występku, to nagrałam sobie na odtwarzacz dźwięk, a właściwie pisk niemiłosierny pociągu towarowego, którego jakiś hamulec musiał się nie odkręcić, albowiem takiego dźwięku i takiego wrażenia w uszach to ja i moi towarzysze dawno nie mieliśmy/słyszelismy i nazwałam go przed chwilą "great, sppoky sound". Geil, oder?

Lost in space...

It's just a happy day!

Well, finally I've managed to create my own, first blog ^^. Actually I'd write some blasphemy for my English teacher to school on pc, but my writing pace is too-I think-slow in order to write so many words and I do NOT have plenty of time so who cares? Could'ya tell me

*Mwahahha*

I only hope that my best friend Ewa (and her brand new magazine "Krasnopolitan";P), Zuza-Anna, maybe my private postman, if he wants will be able to read and understand what I have written here ^^.b

Let's put some pics, I've dwnlded recently and I like most.

It's a lovely day, isn't it? =^^=