My Very Own Journal

No, it’s not about this one. 

It’s about the other one I run, http://itsgritayall.tumblr.com/

I created it in December of 2010. Now it has 10, 602 posts (I used to re-blog non-stop) and 6, 933 liked posts (yet I took away the opportunity for you to see them. Because I click those hearts on shit I would’t ever post.)

Looking back, I used to re-blog tons, TONS of gifs and photos of band members (especially of Paramore (endless), Green Day, MCR, later of fun. and others)/actors and actresses/movies/iconic landscapes/sickly cute little items like clothes, shoes, rooms, hair, accessories/punk and hardcore people/shitty sayings/lols and comics. 

I’m so NOT PROUD of it. I was young and foolish. But now I’m young and wise (y’a know, in a way of a blogger). I would delete all that stuff if I could. 

Now that I checked my archive I can say that I’m fully proud of what I have done from like the end of March (but more from the beginning of April) of 2012. Yep, that’s sad - so much time wasted.

In conclusion, now my ridiculous blog is a puny hipster one - fandoms/other humans from time to time, some sayings, urban landscapes/nature/outside, rarely a song I love at the time

I’m so disgusted by this post. Don’t follow me anywhere.

Guess who is going to her favorite band’s show this month?!?

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I have no idea. That is definitely not me. I’m poor and too far away. This is why Eastern Europeans don’t go to bands’ concerts.

And when I am capable to go and meet they they will most probably be old/not as good/split up.

Well, thank you, Karma. Thank You.

I’m having this pre-show and after-show depression while skipping the fun part - the actual show.

P. S. They’re not my favorite band. I couldn’t post a picture of all of my beloved bands. They’re just some random guys. And look how sad they are.

 #firstworldproblems #fangirlproblems #depressedashell

(I’m just so good at naming my posts with names that have nothing to do with the actual topic)

I intended to write this yesterday, but I couldn’t. Mostly because

• I was checking out all possible features of some picture editing program. Then editing tons of summer pictures and putting them into collages. And doing general sorting into folders. To have something to bother you with today.
• Staying up until 3:30am, scrolling down and laughing/doing strange creepy noises at super rare pictures/recordings/interviews, amusing inside jokes and reviews/impressions from like half a year ago here on Tumblr under the tag “Nate Ruess”. (a. Tumblr is the Mecca of great stuff you won’t find anywhere else. b. I’m so obsessed with this band, it’s unhealthy and pathetic. c. No, I don’t think that fun. consists only of Nate. His tag thing happened accidentally, I started scrolling and it was too late to change it. Plus, you find more  uncommon stuff that way. d. Dear fun. fans, this one is not a fandom blog, don’t follow me.)

Ever since May when I learned, I play The Gambler (and Carry On) on piano every single day. I’m completely amazed at I’m how not sick of it already. But a) it really helps your fingers Maybe. b) The Gambler is my most favorite piece to play on piano. Like, ever. c) After every acoustic performance I nearly climb the walls of frustration because I can’t get some improvisation things Andrew does. Uhgggg. I just keep wandering about it. (yes, wAndering).

I have one serious problem. Books problem. I guess I should start with the fact, that I have to sides of my personality: the serious one (that is observant, intelligent, realistic, sensible, intense, sober etc.) and the loose one (which is spontaneous, weird, sensitive, artistic, free, dreamer, silly and funny. Hipster.). These two always argue in me. I hate it. I can’t set my views without my sides arguing with each other. But I guess many people experience that.

So, books problem. I really enjoy reading. Reading fiction. I have read a lot of  fiction books. But lately the serious side forbids me to read it because it thinks that you learn way more useful and informative things from non-fiction books, like science, arts and stuff. I still want to read fiction simply because I enjoy it so fucking much, but the serious side takes over me. But I’m gonna fight it. 

How miserable, selfish and boring I am?

That’s all for now.

xoxoxoxox

(I wanted to post a hilarious picture (or joke) of Nate or Jack or Andrew or all together, but it’s a non-fandom blog, remember? )

Just a random slogan. Don’t bother.

So, the cat is back in town from a short vacation in a wonderful place aka the countryside. (The house is simply located in a small town. Not that small, to be honest. I don’t really like the real Lithuanian country)

Let’s get back to business.

Since the first half of the beloved summer has passed, I decided to spend the other half more joyfully by visiting some museums and galleries. I’ve already visited one (The Clock Museum). But I have to add, this plan is not the one to last long.

I also decided to watch movies. And only good movies. Which are presented in international festivals or (especially) being non-commercial projects. My collection started with The Artist. And it amazed me in all ways. Take your time and watch it.

The other two both starred Jack Nicholson and were shown on TV. These are  ”The Bucket List” and “About Schimdt”. I never watch the shit that comes out of the telly, but those two made me cry at the end. And I have to admit that I have never cried at any movie before. And yes, that’s where my “collection” started to go off its way - those were enjoyable but yet not the best quality one can find.

BAZINGA, PUNKS!

xoxoxo

(As you can see, I love flowcharts)

Here I sit with my red eye and swallowed eyelid, listening to Florence+The Machine. It hurts. When I look at the mirror it looks kinda funny and disguisting at the same time, you know, like a poor kitten with one eye being smaller than the other. Anyways, never put your dirty fingers near your eyes, kids, or you’ll end up looking like this kitten for at least a week. Plus, you’ll get to pour the medicine into the eye, which is not a pleasant thing, trust me.

Look, even our eyes match. Poor us.

On a cheerier note, it looks like now I’m into Florence Welch. You know, I have this thing for myself - Song(s) of the Week. It’s when I find one or a few and get obssesed with at least for a week and listen to them over and over and over again. So, if they’re songs from new artists it often ends with those songs being discovered, not artists. But this time I feel like I really want to discover Florence. She is brilliant.

On the other note, today I downloaded 43 apps for Google Chrome. It will take some time to check them all out. And also I heard Johny Cash on the local radio. That’s not a big deal, but I intended to do a Power Point presentation about him for school and since his songs aren’t often played on the radio here….Anyways, not important.

Good night

xoxoxo

As you noticed I post rarely but when I do, I write much. That’s because I have another blog of reblogged photos (the easiest way). And also because I keep avoiding of writing here. And also because when I start I can barely stop.

And here I have these abstract problems: how I can make myself post/write here more? how I can make this blog themed? how I can make this blog A REAL personal blog?

Huh, difficult questions

Maybe I just have too much personal journals?

1. My real paper journal. (Write there rarely but exhaustively)
2. Another paper notebook in which I write while at school and also mostly short paragraphs about school (Write there occasionally)
3. Twitter. (Write there pretty often. No status updates usually, only thoughts on stuff)
4. The Jar of Sentiments (literally).
5. Tumblr of Photos (I re-blog there everyday. But never write anything)
6. Personal Tumblr Blog (this one)
7. That cool Journal thing on Microsoft Windows Office.

I’m like Lord Voldemort. Have 7 horcruxes where I keep my soul.

Ok, where was I?

My original point was to announce  that since now my rants about recent events will come under the tag #newsflash. Not that anyone cares. And not that I write anything other than that.

“Newsflash everyone: baby oil is made of actual babies”. The amusing Hayley Williams.

I had a plan for this entry but as every thing in my stupid head this one got blown away, too. (I think that you, my imaginary readers, are getting annoyed by this feature).

I keep writing down all the self-issues I would like to analyze here in the future. By saying “in the future” I mean when I’m not distracted and l

azy. (I keep being afraid of writing, thinking that it’s hard and stressful. But when I fin

ally start writing anything, I realize that my fears are silly and writing is full of joy).

So, since I’m best at doing lists, here’s one for “The Latest Events suffered by Me”

• The Eight Grade Graduation Party at the beach. Basic ally, just a photo shoot with my bitchy classmates. And then a hang out around the old town. It feels pretty weird to be hanging out with the cool people when you’re some kind of a nerd.

• The Eight Grade Graduation After-Party at the backyard of my classmate’s house. That was a party the teenagers of these days would highly enjoy. But I wouldn’t. And didn’t. I don’t drink (strictly!), don’t smoke, don’t dance and hate those meaningless conversations the populars share. Maybe I’m being a “poor outsider”, but I didn’t feel to really fit in there.

• I’m currently planning to grill marshmallows in the flame of candles since I can’t just make a campfire in my balcony. I’ve already bought a pack of them. Just have to wait untill both of my parents leave. Also, I’m probably baking those little pizzas tomorrow. They look like simple pastrys with chesese and bits of sausage on, but the taste is good.

• I’m fearfully waiting for the answer from the gymnasium I want to study at. Yes, I want to study there but I secretally hope they won’t accept me so I could live an easy breezy live studying at a school where students aren’t mentally tortured.

• You know (of course you don’t) how I always don’t like discovering new music? Well, I found a solution: internet radio! Alternativ e ra dio stations streamed via internet. I won’t have to listen to the same stuff over and over again when I want something fresh in the background. Although that doesn’t mean that I will be checking out new bands because I’m completely okay with the old ones and their music which I can listen to and analize a big number of times. And at all, the discover of a band do esn’t happen that way. But this is another story. Wait untill I’m ready to tell it.

 And that may be all. Untill the next time, fellas!

xoxoxo

Hola, my imaginary friends! Haven’t been here for long, but I’m just letting you know that I write down all the topics I come up with to write about them here one day. Let’s just believe I won’t be a lazy ass. Who am I kidding, I don’t believe in that at all.

So, why today was so joyful?

• I baked some cookies. For the first time on my own. (Now you think I am totally spoiled, but my dad is the one who bakes stuff here,we simply don’t have a chance.) I baked them from frozen pastry (now you’re allowed to think I am a lazy ass. Seriously, who bakes cookies from fozen pastry?).

• The weather was simply perfect. Breezy and cloudy. What can be better?

• Me and my coffee mate went to a concert at a local coffee shop (again). This one was the last one this season. And that is sad. I will miss those folks. (Note: I am literally that type of people who know and recognize everyone but no one recognizes them)

• Me and the same mate went to a park while the wind was sooo cold and we were drinking ice cold coffee. (Sadly, we looked like those fancy bitches we both hate. What came to my mind when I was ordering a cup of the biggest size?). As a result, we froze. But who cares? We sat on a bench and sang songs pretending to be serious singers. (I blame that concert earler). I imagine we scared the shit out of people who went trough. As I mentioned, the weather was perfect and there were no other people in the park (which is rare and appreaciated) so we could have stayed there forever. But then the parent thing kicked off and we had to go home.

Tomorrow I plan to bake some tiny pizzas. Yummy. And to do 2 Power Point presantions. And to make up my replica of “Wreck This Journal”. And to do a bit of art stuff. And to read articles about music, theatre, dance, literature and movies (You know, ART STUFF). And to complete the tasks listed above.

Oh, one more thing: Liz Feldman’s quote gave me a brilliant idea for the public service announcement ads’ schoolwork. I’ll post the translated result.

Good and Creative night for you.

xoxoxo

(Posting this one because I have a little ritual to draw or write something in my bed before I fall assleep with only candles and tiny light bulbs on)

Sooo. I’d been busy with mu school lately, so I could’t start this thing until now.

This day was absolutely awesome. I went to an incredible acoustic show at the local coffee shop. There two girls were singing covers of popular songs (“We Found Love, “Price Tag”, “Who You Are”, “Domino”, “Use Somebody”, “Rolling in The Deep” and so on) with a charming boy band. One other girl was singing the songs she wrote by herself. Those were singing poetry which I absolutely adore.

I have to say that everything - the performances, voices, the atmosphere - was magnificent.

(And I also have to add that me and my bestie go to that coffee shop like every Saturday. We drink coffee which we chose different every time and talk (so much, we rarely shut up at all), write our journals (still keeping the conversation), draw in our sketchbooks (pretending we’re big artists). That is our ritual.

But today’s visit was weird because of that show and other things I couldn’t really describe. When we are there , we’re usually alone in the whole cafe. And today it was fullll of people. Anyways, nevermind.

And days like these I realise that the city is not just a place where you live or go to school/job and etc. It’s a community of people, even if we’re likely to forget it. Talking about this day - a community of young, cool, talented, social people. Teens. (I wish I knew them all)

This was just a random report of my day. I have already written about all other thingies that came up to my mind today in my paper journal, so I don’t have any desire to write them again here.

Until the next time. Bye.

xoxoxo

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

I have no idea. Piano, I guess.