What women say - and what women mean

My own version of the Women - Normal Speech Dictionary.

#1. How are you?
Ask me how I am.

#2. What are you up to tonight / this week?
A) Do you wanna do something together?
B) Anything you say will be remembered and used against you if you say you're busy (see number 4).

#3. I see / I understand
I disagree, but I don't want you to think I'm crazy / desperate.

#4. I see / I understand in response to variations of 'I'm busy'
Stop making up excuses why you don't want to go out with me.

#5. Great
I don't give a crap, but I think you won't recognize that my enthusiasm is fake.

If you could change anything about the way you look...

... what would you do?

This question randomly came to my mind last night. I'm positive many girls and women could relate to my initial reaction - considering which body part I'm least satisfied with, what kind of change could be made and painting the imaginary future in bright colors of self-confidence and attractiveness. Then I thought about it a little more and tried to put myself in other girls' shoes as well. The moment I stopped being so wrapped up in my own body image, my perspective shifted in an unexpected way.

Fic rec: Crashin' and Burnin' (element78)

They say you don't know what you got until you lose it. And Dean's about to experience the deep truth first hand.

Title: Crashin' and Burnin' 
Author: element78
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/Romance
Soundtrack (chosen by reviewer): John Lennon - What You Got

Plot summary
Dean and Cas, having just recently celebrated their second anniversary, are the couple you think you can find only on magazine pages under the heading 'Does love at first sight truly exist?'... until Dean, being Dean, suddenly snaps out of the reverie and realizes that living happily ever after with someone you love (and a cat) is not how he's always expected his life to look like - and turns to the only remedy he knows, cheap alcohol and even cheaper sex. Can he ever make up for the mistake and convince Cas that he never stopped loving him? And if so, at what cost?

Fic rec: Philosophy in the Dressing Room (element78)

We're just a few ticks of the clock away from a highly anticipated wedding when Dean Winchester, the groom's best man, is getting all dressed up with his seemingly reserved, calm boyfriend Castiel in a church office... Like that is ever bound to end well.

I have read my fair share of Cas/Dean stories over at fanfiction.net over the time I have been intoxicated with this couple, but no other author has managed to leave me quite as breathless and astonished as element78. Romance, humour, angst, silliness, tension, slash, brilliant creativity in both canon and AU fics - she has it all. How could anyone blame for the scream of utter joy after seeing another story of hers published? How?

Perfect

About what it feels like to constantly yearn for perfection... and know you can never reach it.


When I was a little kid, I would often find myself wishing I was someone else, somewhere else. I didn't want to be the nerdy girl in glasses no one wanted to play with in the garden of the nursery, who would just wander aimlessly or sit down in the grass  near the fence and hope that mum would pick her up soon, while dreaming about faraway lands, castles and dragons, honour and an equal chance to become someone respected by everyone (I have retained the passion for storytelling to this day, but that's a tale for another time). It was easier to dive in the fantasy world and play with the friends in my head than to admit to myself that I would never be one of the beautiful, popular, admired girls. I was a child. How was I supposed to realize that my belief that I'd never be good for real people and it was easier to stay away from them would cause me so much trouble later?

V for Victory

I've found out that it's oddly difficult to argue with the other voice in your head - if you furiously deny even its existence. I've also found out that I'm tired of arguing with anyone, let alone myself, and decided to take up the task I promised myself I would.

And here I am, scribbling down nonsense for my blog. Blog. Seriously? That's just so stupid. Like cut out from a freaking chick flick movie. I'd better fetch the unopened pack of Kleenex and ice cream before I continue typing, get hysterical over my new Internet diary on Facebook (without telling anyone the address, obviously - because how else would I get a "drama ensued" moment when the guy I will drool all over discovers it and reads how much I love his eyes and abs and whatnot?) and pat myself on the head for a job well done.

Excuse me while I vomit.

This "blog" is not going to be about gossips, details of my love life and inability to use proper English grammar and pronounce words compound of three or more syllables. Instead, I'm gonna babble about my last year of high school, rock music, being a smartass in both the flattering and the demeaning sense of the word and my plans, hopes and dreams for a future in another galaxy. If you stumble upon this site and decide it's worth your time - I won't bow down and lick your shoes. I don't promise to always be nice either. But I won't apologize.

Enough chit chat for now... Let's see if I'm capable of creating anything intelligible.