Well, I do. And I've come to the point where I want everyone to know about it.My blog's name is Crazy for Fashion, Art and Design and it contains reviews and opinions of mine over fashion designers, collections, models and other stuff. It's about 3 weeks old, and it's been a very busy time for me, so I haven't addressed the design and art part of my intentions, but there's plenty of high-fashion...

Yes, yes. A protest against crappy grammar, disrespect, lack of common sense, apparent lack of editors and so on.Seriously, what's going on with Mibba?This site used to be bloody beautiful. People read and wrote. People minded the sense-making rules and protested against the ones that didn't really make sense. Dujo was a touchable god, and you could get help from the editors and the mods, and the...

Because I'll be wriggling in pain for the next two weeks then.First off, it's the last two weeks in the semester and I need one r two grades more in about 50% of my subjects. In History and Romanian I mihgt need three, actually. Ouch.And it's the subjects I hate most too.I'm complaining. Sorry. I'm just very tired.The second reason why The next two weeks are rather hellish, is that I've qualified...

Seriously, I don't.I was never hard-working or anything, but lately I've been just... blaaah. It seems that I've given up on eveything that I used to do good.Sometimes I just look into the mirror and as myself "hey, where's your last design?" or at least "where's the last line you drew?". and then I realize the last real, well-finished design I've made is from SEPTEMBER. Three months.Not to...

I am genuinely happy even though for some reason, my back hurts so obnoxiously bad. I even changed by school-bag because of it, from an unhealthy(but super-awesome military green) messenger bag to a very healthy and comfortable(but light violet and uhh Nike) back pack. And yet, my back still hurts.It might be the desk+chair at school. We're forced to sit in those shitters for 7 hours most days and...

Since I made a very very ranty, uninteresting journal on my frustrated head earlier, I thought I might as well show you part of the reason for this frustration.I told you I'm not extremely talented, or skilled, and what I have in mind almost never gets out the way it should on paper... but alas, alas, I decided to get that stick outta my ass(don't take it literally, please) and show some people...

Problem of the summer?Too many ideas, too many images, too many things rolling around in my head.You see, I love to draw, I practically have lived through it this summer, it's a great thing to put all the creating I wanna do into.But... my technique is shamefully bad for all the concepts in my head. It's not that I don't try. Or study. But these things that I see in my head are just too much to...

No, today was NOT a cold day in hell.But yes, I did just write something, and submitted it to the beautiful servers of Mibba. I haven't written anything wortwhile in a serious while, but I'm surprisingly enough decently happy with what I wrote.I submitted a new story!!!Less ChildrenIt is, (how freakin' else) a work of Original fiction.This is the first chapter, I don't have the exact number of...

So, basically, I find lists that can tick things off of fun. Like rrrreaaally fun.Therefore, this summer I'm going to:-go to the swimming pool at least 60 times(shoot me for being a water psycho)-get that haircut I've been thinking of ever since I met my math teacher(I thought of a thing that would make him pretty much furious)-permanently dye red a streak of hair that is going to be longer after...

It's awfully scandalous that I'm feeling the way I am.It's like everything is crumbling at my feet, and I don't even have the darn common sense to show some respect for it. I stopped caring about grades long ago, like this fall. I stopped caring about myself... well I can't really name a time when I did care about myself, but still. But when I stopped caring about my friends... it hurt myself. It...

Oh-fucking-yaaaaay!:) I'm pretty happy, as you might have noticed. I am now officially a Mibba columnist, and today I have posted my first column. I actually got approved both of the column suggestions that I submitted, so I got straight to work and actually posted on one of them, and I am currently fishing for ideas inside my wacked head for the other one.So... I'll be the author of the weekly...

So... issues of the day...I'm fuckin' in love.And I don't wanna be.It's a guy.I've known him ever since we were both 7. We lost contact when we were around 11 and regained it when we were 15, last year, us both being 16 now. Whoa, I feel flippin' young. 16. That's nothing!Anyway, thing is, at the beginning I saw him as a friend that I had rediscovered, and we were each other's confident. He told...

To start up, my grandmother died a few days ago and her funeral took place today. I simply don't think I ever cried harder, or felt more like the ground is slipping under. I literally bawled in the toilet at a point, because I was afraid of getting too out there. I do that.It hit me, with every second, that every time I go to her house(where she lived with my aunt and uncle) she won't be there...

It's been a couple of weeks since I've posted a journal and it's not that I think anyone really gives a damn about my life, but I just feel the need of depresurizing by typing a few lines of shit.Basically, I feel... strange.For one, I'm busy over my head, having one test every day, and, normally, that would keep me off the territory of wondering about the most ridiculous of things all of the...

So I felt like arguing with myself and typing some stuff, but I'm officially too exhausted to actually update a story, so I'll just write a journal, since it's been over a month since I've posted the last one, and, ah, I'm getting the feeling that it's too long.For one, I haven't felt more exhausted in months.I qualified to the county(region around my town) phase for three subjects in the Olympiad...

So.You see, I'm one happy bastard, because I'm on vacation. Just for a week, but still, I'm one happy bastard. Hehehe.Because I'm on vacation, I'm thinking to use some of this time for reading some awesome stories, besides of updating my own ones and going out and getting slightly drunk or smoking my head off. Oops.Anyways. So, I'd like to hear about stories that are :a)original fictionorb)Harry...

So, here I am, in front of my computer, enjoying my dinner consisting of... popcorn.I don't usually have popcorn for dinner, let alone have popcorn at all, but today, it's different. I'm alone, my parents are off to (what was) my godparents' home. Now, it's just my godmother's home, since my godfather died today. I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna think about it, but I had to get it...

Okay so it's 17 minutes to 11 in the night which means I have exactly 9 hours before I set foot again in the forsaken place that is the National Highschool I attend after 2 blessed weeks of vacation.This makes me feel awfully bummed[no, not depressed, I do get depressed but I don't deem this a reason good enough. Or whatever.]I'm so mad, I'm like I don't wanna go there, please don't make me.. It's...

Okay...Some might know, most might not, my dad can be down right evil.He's strict, old-fashion and it is absolutely impossible to carry a normal person conversation with him. Overprotective is a small word for what he is. However he can be extremely generous, and, very rarely, extremely reasonable.Today, he must have been in a good mood, or maybe this year.You see, one of my friends is remaining...

I don't think I've talked much about my family here before... Anyways... I live with my mom and my dad, and my sister... well almost, because my sister only lives here about a month out of a year, since she lives in Brussels, Belgium(and fuck do I miss her sometimes...). Anyway. My parents can be okay people, I mean they are much better than what I have heard from other people, but my dad... well...