09:43

~Миллисент~
я снова тут.
утро началось с хорошего настроение..
хотя потом, поняв, что кашель меня не покинул, стало уныло..
на улице относительно тепло.. поэтому одеть мои новые фетиш сапошки не удасться.
ну что ж. буду довольствоваться малым..
думала с утра доучу то, что лень учить вчера было.
но вот я снова здесь)
настроения нет.
романтики нет.
сюрпризов нет.
я неудачница))
обожженная рука болит.

23:57

~Миллисент~
я херова неуачница.
сильно обожгла руку в 2х местах..
теперь хнычу..
цветов просто так в будний день с утра
мне тоже никогда не получать..
солце бухтело на меня весь вечер..
а я выкладывалась по полной..
торт не получился..
*еще бы у такой неудачницы*
хотя, на самом деле это первый шедервр
оторый не удался..
грустно..
я нытик..
хочу чуда..
нежности и чего-то безумно романтичного.....
хотя наверно зря..
мысль о том, что солнце может бросить курить ,
просто взять и сказать что-то в духе
"Зай, знаешь, я больше не курю"
кажется все не реальней)
я впр не против того что он курит..
но в глубине души просто обидно..
просить я не буду..
да и смысла не вижу..
может сам когда поймет..
как-то паршиво внутри весь вечер..
какая-то обида..


18:33

~Миллисент~
готовлю пирог..
варю суп сырный..
и почему-то хочется плакать...
нет, даже кричать..
еще меня посетила мысь..
было бы здорово если бы ОН бросил курить..
не потому, что я хочу..
а просто сам захотел..
на самом деле было бы безумно приятно...
не смотря на то, что он безумно красиво курит...
еще безумно хочется цветов..
каких-нибудь простых..
ненавижу красные розы..
обожгла руку.. печет безумно...
не плачу..
паытаясь казаться сильной...
хотя очень хочется сорваться разреветься, как маленькая....
несу бред..
чушь..
хах..

14:24

~Миллисент~
трололо.
горчичники счиплют -__-
кашель достал..
по плану на вечер пирог ореховый)
и куча романтики)
сижу ем ряженку.
она каккая-то странная о_О
хочу абрикос Т_Т
бу


23:52

~Миллисент~
ня ня ня.
а утка получилась сказочной)))
вечер прошел потрясающе..
весь вечер с любимым человеком..
вдвоем..
люблю и все тут)
вот.
на романтику тянет..
на какие-то безумные поступки..
сюрпризы..

13:41

~Миллисент~
няяяя!!!!
анималы ня!
концертт был потрясен))
не смотря на сломанный фотоаппарат и спертый телефон))
купила фетиш сапожки))
сижу в кавае))
ни как не выздоровлю.
голос до сих пор странный...
и кашель Т_Т
но настроение супер)
предвкушаю вечер..
утка ждет меня..
я готовлю xD
прячтесь все))


00:00

~Миллисент~
да, я капризный ребенок.
да, я придираюсь.
да, я слишком много требую.
но БЛЯДЬ.
я болею.
когда я болею, я капризней и слабей ребенка..
мне нужна забота и поддержка..
внимание..
мне плохо..
у меня нет пмс..
могу я получить хоть каплю внимания..
Т_Т

20:57

~Миллисент~

БЛЖД я больше не могу болеть.
безумно больно кашлять.
я больше не могу Т__Т
хоть в петлю лезь..


14:15

~Миллисент~

ксо!! -__- меня задолбал кашель. за-дол-бал!!!!11
еще глохнуть начала на одно ухо о_О
отличненькое такое осложнение.
ня ня ня ня ня ня ня.
съездтлт с Заюнький фотки анималов напечалать отдали.
*__* они такие большие будут.
не могу дождаться вечера, посмотрет на них.
и вообще конс-ю отменили очень кстати..
ня ня ня. настроение на позитиве)
не мотря на кашель, пакости маринки и неслышашее ухо о_О

@настроение: [я сижу и не знаю, что делать ощущениями пьяна я слушаю музыку ветра и музыку странного сна.....].

22:52

~Миллисент~
We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness...
Thomas Jefferson

The Pursuit of Happiness... But how can we aspire for happiness? And primarily what is happiness; when do we feel happy or unhappy? I think this is a very difficult question. If you ask one hundred people to give an idea of happiness, you will get one hundred different answers, because everyone of us has his/her own idea of it. If you look it up in a dictionary you'll read that happiness is a feeling of pleasure, contentment, satisfaction etc., luck and good fortune. The description is rather vivid, but isn't complete. When we go to a friend's birthday we usually say to him or her: "My dear, happy birthday to you! I wish you health, happiness, love and success in work" - and then we present a gift. In this case I often ask myself what we mean by wishing happiness, and my subconscious gives a strange answer: "We mean that we want our friend to be healthy, happy, successful and loved". But, if happiness includes all these wishes, why do we have to say all the other unnecessary words? If we are very rich, but aren't healthy; if we are lucky, but aren't loved; will we be happy? I think, we won't. As I see it, if you want to wish all these things to a friend of yours, it can be expressed with this word only.
But I don't insist that everyone should agree with me. Recently I've heard a very interesting parable about happiness. Here it is: "Once upon a time there lived a peasant. lie had a big family: an old mother, a wife, six children, a sick horse and a hen. But the peasant was poor; he had no money to feed his relatives and the cattle, to send his two fifteen-year-old daughters to school, to buy decent clothes for his beloved wife, who had only one old shabby dress, to repair the roof. As he was the only man in the household, the sole support of his family, he worked from morning till night. One day an old woman knocked at his door and asked permission for the night's lodging. The peasant opened the door and let her in. "But listen, old woman," he said, "I'm poor and I can't give you much food and new clothes. Here is some bread and some milk for you. Sorry, that's all I can give you". The woman thanked him and he saw tears in her eyes. In the morning the woman said to the peasant: "You've saved my life, you'll be rewarded for this. I'm not a beggar, as you might think, I'm Happiness and I can make any wish of yours, which will bring happiness into your house, come true. But if you don't come back until the sun sets, none of your wishes will ever come true. You can discuss your wish with the family and tell me.
Hurry up!"
The poor peasant didn't know what to do. He went back to his family and told them everything. A heated discussion started... every one wanted something special: the sick mother asked for good health, the peasant's wife wanted a beautiful dress and a diamond necklace, his elder daughters asked for rich husbands, his small children wanted a big cake and many toys. While they were arguing, they completely forgot about the deadline. When it was all over, a new day had already started. Certainly^ Happiness had gone by that time.
The parable proves once again that different people have different ideas of happiness. It seems to me that if Happiness came to the other people, they would ask something for themselves in the first place, not for their neighbours and country. Even for the same person, the idea of happiness changes in the course of his/ her life. For little children life is bright and wonderful. They are happy when they hear the mother's laughter near their cradle or listen to the granny's tales. When they play with their favourite toys they think they are kings, and their dolls and teddy bears are servants and they are happy. Some people say that children's laughter is the laughter of the happiest creatures in the world and I wish childhood could last forever. But we all grow up and then most of us stop feeling happy because we begin thinking about what happiness really is.
What do teenagers think about happiness? I can easily answer this question because I'm one myself. For me happiness is when people around understand me; when my parents don't just brush my problems aside; when I have someone to talk to. It is very important for teenagers to get on well with their relatives. Nearly none of my friends can trust their parents because they are afraid of misunderstanding. Unlike them, I have wonderful parents: I can tell them everything, and I know that they will always give me really good advice; they never laugh at my problems and I trust them very much. But my parents' case is one in a thousand. I suppose every teenager would be happy if he/she could have such parents.
When you get a little older happiness becomes connected with another feeling — love. A young man is happy when he has a girl he loves and he is in the seventh heaven if this feeling is mutual. Any girl is the happiest girl in the world when she is loved or when her beloved asks her for her hand. When they get married they begin to think about the future and the couple is happy when they have their own flat and good jobs.
For middle-aged people happiness is connected with the family. I know my mother is happy when all our family is healthy, when her children (me and my brother) have no problems at school and in the university. Work plays a decisive role in this period of life. People are happy when they understand that they have chosen the right profession and achieved a lot in it. A scientist is happy when he/she makes a new discovery; a doctor is delighted to hear thanks from his/her patients; a musician is pleased when he/she can cope with a difficult piece of music; a teacher is happy when his/her pupils respect his/her labour; etc, The examples are endless.
When life is nearing completion, people begin remembering it like an old film. They are happy if their life was full of vivid impressions; if they have lived a full life; if they have had a kind family, favourite job and enough money to travel abroad. Old people place high emphasis on their grand- and great-grandchildren. They need very little to be happy: to know that we are healthy, that we love them and that we are near when they are unwell. They feel happy when we call them and ask: "Are you Ok?"; when we bring them a flower (even if this flower is a dandelion).
So we can see that for people of different ages happiness doesn't mean the same. But then a question arises: if all people have their own ideas of happiness, how can we say that the country they live in, of the nation they belong to, is happy? Well, let me explain. Of course the country, where people think only about themselves, cannot be happy. Happiness, as I see it, can sometimes be one for all (as Victory Day, for example, in 1945).
We have entered a new era: the twenty-first century. Of course it's exciting and we are trying to predict what our life will be like in the future. We hope that it will certainly become better. Optimists say that bur life today is good and happy too. But pessimists disagree. They say that we are not happy in this world. Why not? "Life in the modern world isn't safe", they say. "People can't go out because they are afraid of terrorists and criminals; they are worried about air pollution, they can't live on the planet Earth!" Such people are right in their own way. Just watch the news: violence worries people. As George Mikes once said, "TV teaches us how to kill, to rob, to shoot and to poison". Every day we hear about the acts of terrorism in different countries: Chechnya, Daghestan, Afghanistan - we have
become accustomed to this. But France, Spain, America, Russia.. .We hadn't recovered from the act of terrorism in Moscow's underground yet when the tragedy in the Aqua Park happened. Many people died in both cases. How many families became unhappy and broken-hearted at once! The political relation between the countries accounts for many tragedies, like those in our capital. Sometimes just one or two careless words could be a reason for a big conflict between nations - and not the powers but ordinary people suffer from it. People would be much happier if there weren't any wars and political conflicts; if all the people learned to live in peace and understand each other. Many of them suppose that if there were peace all over the world, they would live better and the situation in the country would be better too: the economy would improve, unemployment would disappear, etc. We would begin to laugh more often and be happier. Every one of us and we all together would be happy.
But what must be for this to happen? Of course it's up to us to look after our planet and try to make it a better place to live; only together can we save the Earth and all of us with it. First of all we must learn how to get on well with each other; we must treat each other more patiently and take more care of each other. If everyone has a good job, a flat; if everyone can enter a university and study there free of charge; if we can be happy in global things, which are important for all, then we'll be able to think about smaller things such as happiness for every one of us personally.
I think that the main condition for happiness is harmony in one's soul. We can reach this only if all around us is all right and nothing worries us. Let me state: let's aspire for happiness, no matter what, and it will be there! I wish we all would be happy and the feeling of happiness, this splendid and exciting feeling, would never leave us.

21:38

~Миллисент~

то, чего очень, ну просто очень хочется....
хочу конфет шоколадных. как в детстве. кучу. и сидеть их жевать.
мандарин сладких..
мороженного с шоколадом..
кофе глиссе..
какао..
клубники с сахаром..
абрикос... ну или персиков...
кукурузы только что сваренной.. еще горячей..


18:38

~Миллисент~
кашель достал..
мирно проспала последние 2 пары [4-5ю]
на любимом плече под Валли) давно хотела посмотреть этот мульт..
но температуда взяла свое)
осознала, что сессия ровно через месяц.. а еще столько нужно успеть.
и что на вокал в эти пол года почти не ходили. обидно.
прричем осознаю, что мы не в наглую прогуляли а не получалось.. то у нас то у нее..
печально.


20:51

~Миллисент~
У меня есть мой маленький мир...
В котором я одна...
Я создала его давно, своими руками. Я подчинила всех, кто вмешивался в него.


20:14

~Миллисент~

хочется верить..
в последнее время очень не хватает желания жить..
болезнь..
нехватка друзей..
странные ссоры...
я понимаю, что я виновата абсолютно во всем...
по крайней мере в большинстве всего...
плохо...

23:59

~Миллисент~
вот и зима настала :D
ожидание чуда. и нового года.
запаха елки. блестящие игрушки.
подарки. какао хочется. детские воспоминания.
теплые и счастливые. улыбки..

чудо, где ты?

23:10

~Миллисент~
отлично.
пожаловалась, блин, что все хорошо.
какая-то жопа. все плохо.
отлично, не правда ли?

состояние ничтожности, никчемности и беспомощности.
хочется выть в голос

о___О

вроде как бе не с чего.
но безумно плохо..

00:04

~Миллисент~
когда все хорошо нет желания вести дневник))) делюсь эмоциями) день города прошел сказочно) все сказочно) завидую сама себе)

09:29

~Миллисент~
УРАААА!!
завтра гулять *_*
дожалась *_*
наконец выспалась))
проснулась в отличнейшем настроении.
очень хочется цветов. :bravo:
причем не банальные, а какой-нибудь ветренный букетик *_*
:dance:

07:57

~Миллисент~
вот уже как неделю меня не покидает безумное вдохновение….
безумно хочется что-то делать, но делать категорически нечего..
и от этого только печальней…
осенняя маниакальная депрессивность все же забрала меня в свои владения.. пересматриваю Нану…
в который раз под нее плачу..
а как иначе….

14:05

~Миллисент~
Хочу пить тростниковый сок и лакомиться сахарными бабочками на краю неба...

а если серьезно мне безумно плохо.. дикая слабость и лицо болит Т_Т :depress: