Why words?

Why were words invented? So that we could express our feelings more easily? Or was it so that we wouldn't stare at each other like idiots?
I think words were invented because our ancestors weren't very talented at drawings. I mean have you seen them?

What is that? A child? A bird? A dog? Superman?
And who had time to draw? When the mammoths were coming did one of them gestured "Hey, come quickly in the cave to draw you what's coming."?

"Oh, damn. You got killed by the mammoth before you saw my drawing. You suck."

I'm really curious about the gestures they used before they learned to speak. I bet they were funny. How did they swear? Or did they just kill each other if they were pissed? "Hey, get the hell out of my cave, you son of a bitch" is equal with getting a rock from the ground, and, bang! hit him in the head. "Die bitch, die!".



Words are now useful to hide our feelings. Not to express them. And we still use rocks when we are really pissed. Or guns. Or knifes. Not me. I'm not using that stuff. Yet. But I do use words as shields. To hide my real feelings. Sometimes. Not always. But everybody does that. Right?


Words are worthless nowadays.

I do not own the pictures. I only edited a little.

My life is great. No, it isn't. But I think that it will be. I hope that it will be. Don't you?
I can't say that I'm not happy. I have my moments. Sometimes, just seconds of happiness. Sometimes hours, days.
Is there anyone that is happy all the time? Or that has a whole life full of true laughs? A person that doesn't take drugs, that is.

Every day I try to wake up smiling. Sometimes, it works. Other times I have a smile that says: "I hate smiling!!".

Yes, every smile of mine has a meaning.

When I meet a person that looks nice, I have the "Would you like to be my next BFF?" smile. I can't describe it. It looks dumb and desperate, I think. There you go, I described it.

When I meet a person that thinks is better than me, I usually don't smile. But if I, by mistake, do, I take it back really fast. And try to change it in a cough. It doesn't work. Ever. But I still try.

I will continue some other time. I'm tired now.
(I wish you at least three happy smiles tomorrow)

Choises

If I were to choose between all seasons, I'd definitely choose spring. It's the most beautiful time of the year; when the flowers blossom, when everything that was dead comes to life again. What more can you wish for? Oh, I would wish that all bees die.

My favorite flowers are not roses; or orchids; or tulips; or... you've got the point. My favorite flower grows in a tree.



I don't know what my favorite color is. Sometimes is green, sometime turquoise. Today is purple. And blue. And gray. Damn, I can't decide.

If you had asked me a year ago what is my favorite type of music, I would have screamed "hip-hop" with so much excitement that you would have said that I'm crazy. Today? I'd say pop. Or no, blues. No, no, jazz. See? I have no idea.


What is the one book that makes me wanna forget my life? Every single one I read. If I don't like the first 30 pages, I won't read it. Ok, sometimes 10 pages; or the first. Whatever.
Until college, I didn't like to read. Some people say that if you read, you're a nerd, a geek, that you have no life. Well, I don't care. I am Lena and I like reading. I love to live the lives of some fictional or non-fictional characters. I like that I can be someone else, and see what other people saw in their minds. And I hate that I forget all the names of the characters from every single book. Why is that? Cause I kind of remember the name of every insignificant human I meet.

My blessing is being a Libra.
My curse, being a Libra.

What to choose?
What I like?

Ask me tomorrow. It will be a different answer.

addict

I am a super text twist addict. I play it every day, in every moment that I can.
I even play it in my dreams. And that really sucks.
There are people that dream the numbers from the lottery, but no, I have to dream letters and form words with them.
My brain is so exhausted when I wake up that I have to play text twist again.
The memories from when I was a child flash back to me now. A few years back, when my sister received a PlayStation, I became a Tetris addict. I started dreaming Tetris, and when I woke up I played it and got my ass kicked by my sister. Yeah, she was more addicted than me to that game.

I'll leave you now to play some more Super Text Twist.

P.S.: Why don't these guys from Text Twist don't let me form words like whore and shit? Talk about culture.

I can write my life in a thousand ways.
I can sing my mind in all three voices.
I can sign my name on a million lives.


How am I different from you?
My green-blue eyes are the same as the little girl's from the corner that spends her childhood asking for money.
My nose is exactly the same as the next girl's.
My mouth, two lips that scream my emotions like yours do.
My long brown hair, that reached my waist.

What makes us "one of a kind"?

We all feel happiness, sadness. We all want to live, and in the same time wish for the end of this life and the beginning of the next one.

We all love to love, love to hate, hate to love, hate to hate.

We all cry, on the outside or the inside. It doesn't matter how.

We all want to be surrounded by people, and in the same time we want to be alone.

We all want to share our thoughts, and sometimes to keep them hidden from other minds.

We all like music, in all its forms.

We all love to watch the sky, in the day or in the night.

We all love the sun on our skins for a second or one too much.

We love beauty, we want to reach it with all costs. But we don't say that. We are not shallow. No.

I love and hate everything that is near me. For a second or more.

How am I different from you?

TV

Today I shot my first TV commercial.Yeah!!!

Next week I will be on local television for approximately 15 frames (1second=24 frames), (in the fucking background) as a secretary. Hollywood, here I come!

I feel that this is a great start for becoming a real actress. NOT

But I felt good acting (typing something). Everybody said that I am the next Angelina Jolie.

Can you imagine? I already see myself with 12 kids from countries all over the world.

I think I should start adopting now. So that I will be a young mother (fucker).

You think you look like Brad Pitt? Come marry me. Yes, yes, this is a live proposal.

I have a lot in common with Angie. I have two eyes, a nose, and I swear I'm not fucking with you, a mouth. My lips are the same color as Angelina's. Red. OK, sometimes they are blue, when I'm freezing, but that happens rarely. Oh, and just twice in my life my lips were almost white. Just before I passed out. But worry not, I bet that it won't happen again. At least not when I'm naked(I hope it won't happen again).

I actually made coffee for the whole team. Not on camera, of course. Cause you don't get to do a lot in less then a second. You could probably fart. But the camera can't catch that. And I'm not Napoleon to do 5 stuff in the same time. And I'm not as little as Napoleon. Or dead.

So, yeah, today was the best day of my life.

Today I've died

Today I've died.
I've let myself fall and lay on the ground for the last time.
I say goodbye to the girl that brakes eye contact first,
The girl that is too shy to live.
I've killed the numbness from my body,
And I've drugged my past.
It no longer keeps me drained
In memory lane.
I've slaughtered my stupidity and my naivety.
I've washed the scars from my heart
And the tears from my cheeks.
The tremor of my voice is gone.
Today I've died,
Tomorrow a new ME will resurrect.
I say goodbye for ever to that girl.
I never want to see you again, to feel what you felt,
The sadness and the guilt that is buried in your soul.
You are from today on, gone.
You are weak.
Now let me born again.
Let me be strong.