Yoghurt cup #61

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• After the rain I've walked through today I think I deserve fried food.
• Fried chicken to be exact.
• No sunset today. The sky just went darker on its own. But I like it like that, reminds me a bit of night times in Moscow when the sky would just refuse to go dark although the atmosphere was starting to get dense and chilly to prepare for the long sleep to wake the day.
• And I like the fog looking afar. Makes the city look cold. Which is something relatively rare to feel here.
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• At first it was like missing a trip to the city, and your inside just kind of rolled up every time something reminded you of that trip. A cup of coffee, a photo, even the smell of the soap you'd bought in one of those previous trips you'd made. You thought of every way to get yourself in that old route, to grasp back the feeling you'd once been so accustomed to, but not even knowing what you would even do if you were to make it . After a while, it was like missing a seaside trip. Perfectly feasible, but not at the moment. The sound of the waves, the smell of the sea grew in you like a disease, but you knew you couldn't just flee to the bay, buy a ticket and be on your way carelessly. Circumstances wouldn't let you make that trip. At last, it was merely like missing a trip to a vigorously beautiful, yet faraway country that you've once been lucky to be to. Not in your reach anymore, just a glimpse of an experience flashing through the back of your mind every now and always, reminding you not about the place, but also the person you used to be, the streams of thoughts you used to swim in. Then, perfectly timed and placed, something will remind you, almost instantly that you have to live, right now, live the moment. And you rush through the time, leaving the memories like pieces of jewelry in the park, sparkling under the sunlight, waiting for your eyes to notice again.
• Rebecca Ferguson's voice is ab.so.lute.ly amazing. As fangirly as I have been for the past few days reading fan fics and saving photos, I somehow felt a bit gutted how Zayn doesn't date her anymore, cause she's so sweet and her voice is authenticity in the form of musical notes.
• My music taste is getting pretty weird and girly not even in a good way.
• I really wanna stay up late on nights like this just breathing the cold air but I usually get very tired after a long day at school like today and Camellia isn't always there so, I end up going to bed ridiculously early, thinking, oh well, if I can't stay up ridiculously late then I'd better do something to distinguish myself from the world that goes to bed at around 10, 11pm. Pfffffttt please.
• Because going to bed at a certain time is too mainstream haha
• I want one of those Wreck This Journal notebooks for multiple reasons: one, I'm a notebook collector, and every molecule in my vein started to scream right at the second I saw the first page inside that notebook. Two, I'm a journal writer, and I've been running out of inspiration for my own journal for a while now, and this thing is exactly what I need to have a feel-good-I-actually-created-something-fun-to-look-at moment that I've been lacking. Three, some people did a marvelously awesome job on their books and I wanna give it a try and see how mine goes. Four, the idea of carrying it around wherever I go kind of excites me. Because I've always managed to keep a distance between the world where I sit down and write journal and the actual socializing world I mostly live in, therefore somehow when I transfer my thoughts into words they tend to become so much more polished and metaphoric than needed. So maybe this is just another method of keeping your head down to earth or stuff like that. Nice idea.
• Wow that one went a little longer than expected.
• Yesterday I watched The Great Gatsby and was so annoyed by the so-called charismatic voice of Daisy Buchanan I had to call Camellia and share my burden. Then, after 50 minutes of having to endure the voice, I switched to watching Breakfast at Tiffany's with the more than gorgeous Paul Varjack and everybody's favorite cat who doesn't even own a name.
• Reminder: wash the Kabuki brush, again, clean the fish tank, sleep in for as late as possible.
• I've grown a weird love for sleeping several unnecessary hours straight for no reason.
• ( some part of me was glad that the randomly weird Jenny's slowly coming back in me. The other parts, I still haven't received any reception from them yet. )
• Alright, going to bed. Have a nice weekend folks.