"This quiver in my lip, that’s just where I keep my arrows"

So close to being a quarter of a century old. My mother calls me "still annoyingly young" and my friends remind me I would have been a mother and toeing my grave 200 years ago. How can you not love birthdays in this situation? :))

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Not dead! I'm sure that was the feeling my empty blog was giving but I am not dead, just ridiculously apathetic regarding anything that has to do with the online world. And regular world. But things are looking up in that "Holy cheerleader, Batman! What have I been doing with my life" sort of way that hits me every few months and makes me want to drown in lattes and chocolate cake.

(Also, it took me a month to figure out why the new Blogger interface hates me. Apparently it just hates my Mac, which isn't surprising because duh, Macs.)

A recap of the past months:

• I turned 24 and it was amazing because I got a surprise birthday party out of it (my friends > anything else)

• I started archery lessons because I am slave to pop culture trends (Hello Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye, let me stare at your arms some more and hey to you too Miss Katniss Everdeen and that surprisingly violent to be a movie/book aimed at teenagers) and Krav Maga lessons because I am tiny and girly and afraid of being killed in dark alley someday (The most important lesson I learned: always kick the balls and if wearing heels just head straight for the kneecaps.)

• I finished my 5th year of medical school and that means that I have just one more year left before I will be deemed responsible enough to hold people's lives in my hands and WHAT?!

• Saw movies. A lot of movies. Maybe even too many movies? Yeah, right, like there's such a thing as too many. Favorites: The Avengers which I saw fives times in a row (Okay, maybe this is too many.)(If anyone wants to talk to me about a psychotic God of Chaos or Tony Stark and his loathing for himself and other Avengers feelings you know where to find me.); The Dark Knight Rises (The French Revolution meets Occupy Wallstreet meets Tom Hardy's beautiful back, yesssss!); Rock of Ages (so much kitch and when did music go from awesome to Bieber and why am I attracted to jean jackets again?!); and I forgot the rest but yay for movies!

• Tv shows still keep me occupied: Teen Wolf (which is bad then it turns good and the characters are amazing in fun but still, what is up with the name?), The Hour (Ben Whishaw's face and journalism and the KGB and Ben Whishaw's face), Girls (which is so bad, guys, so bad but I can't stop watching and really, if I wanted to see whiny middle-class privileged white girls whine I'd just look in the mirror) and The Newsroom (such a love/hate thing: I love the way Sorkin writes but the man is so delusional and so stuck up in his "I am a white man, hear me whine how my life is soooo hard" and really dude? Life was better 60 years ago when sexism and racism and ableism were the norm?! Not that things are different now, far from it, but at least I can now call you on your bullshit so go stuff it!)

• I was stuck in a rut. But now, I am not! (I think.) So yay!

And It's funny how my life can be summarized by what I watched but really, you wouldn't want to see me talk about other things because you'd end up smacking me upside the head. So welcome back to me, I might fall down the rabbit whole again so lets enjoy this pretty ride while it lasts :)

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Birthdays with friends who I love so much it hurts sometimes and who join me in drinking alcohol and remising how awfully lame we were all in high school. I love life in moments like these.

    

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Because The Boy knows me so well: his and hers XBox controllers. Now we can die together while playing Modern Warfare!

And my friends know me too well, it'd be scary if it wasn't flattering. (Many long nights have been spent with too many wine bottles while trying to master the drums in Bat Country. 

Also: papoi!

New obsession: superhero inspired nails. Hello Iron Man!

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Also, a new love for weekends and barbecues and for the privilege of having a backyard.

   

Books you should read: the Game of Thrones series (but only if you want to have your heart ripped out through your nose by the human troll known as George R.R. Martin), Boy Meets Boy (because being a teenager in love is beautiful and heartbreaking and exaggerated as only a teenager can be), Green River Running Red (for people who enjoy reading about serial killers as much as I do)(wow, way to sound creepy Anna), The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks (kick as girl fighting outdated gender norms and kicking ass!).

  

Things I also love: stealing The Boy's clothes. Things I love even more: the fact that he lets me.

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Met up with Alice some more since my summer holiday started and it's been great. It's so nice to meet people with whom you can talk for hours. I love her and you should too!

Superhero nails part too: Deadpool. Because who doesn't love a psycho?

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In case you were ever wondering how study groups work.

 

And hospital rotations are a wonder when you can escape for a quick coffee break on the hospital roof.

I look more badass than I actually am. (Can hit 50% of the targets and I am really good at killing random potted plants that had the bad luck of being in the same room as my target practice.)

Rule of thumb: the pointy end? Keep it away from any living being and you'll do great.

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Now, let my real vacation begin: if I show no signs of life please look for me in Budapest where I will be either drunk on a lawn listening to Placebo live or at the zoo cooing over cute baby sloths. I love summer.

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Song of the Day: Doomtree - String Theory

"You open up the universe."

Because you can't take a leisurely stroll through my lovely city without stumbling over some wise words.

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Urology is over, the exam was a bit more strenuous than I expected but it all ended up okay in the end so we can all stop reading about certain parts of the human anatomy so a big woop for that. Seriously, there's a limit to the amount of information about the prostate I can take and that limit was passed a long time ago and I am in no way better for it.

(Although, penis fractures, painful yet still funny when viewed from a very objective standpoint.)

(I am horrible human being, I know.)

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This weekend I was sure I was gonna spend it as a perfect imitation of a rock: sitting in the sun and doing nothing. But, thankfully for my my future health, we moved our limbs and met the city with full force. The Boy in his quest for the perfect shoes and me in my never-ending search for a book (American Gods, 10 year anniversary edition, why do you keep avoiding me?!).

The weather was hot and lovely and windy like a tiny little hurricane so I was pleased with the fact that I could not find my hairbrush that morning :))

Wearing: TinaR trench, H&M dress, tights gift from The Boy, Nine West shoes, CK Jewelry bracelet.

We frolicked, we made enough vitamin D to last us a weekend and then we spent the day drinking ginger beer and watching Eddie Izzard stand-up videos on YouTube. I know I might have really low standards when it comes to certain things in life, but to me this was a my own little moment of Heaven on earth.

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And, like I promised in my last post, you get a surprise, dear readers. Unfortunately, this will only works for my Romanian fashion lovers. So read ahead, no Google translate cheating ;) and may the odds be ever in your favor. (a.n.: Promise, less Hunger Games fight to the death, more pretty clothes this way come.)

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Good luck :)

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Now excuse me, The Boy has made pancakes, there's a jar of Nutella waiting to be in my tummy and there are a lot of very bad they're good movies out there waiting to be mocked so I bid thee adieu and hope you have a great week ♥

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Song of the Day: Burial, Four Tet & Thom Yorke - Ego

"We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest, shedding skin faster than skin can grow."

And then comes a time, when the clouds break open and the sun warms the icebound lands. That is when the wonder happens for that is the day the med students walk the Earth again, free of their XBoxes and their beds ;)

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I shall not talking about uni because talking about it might break the mental walls I built and let my PTSD flood over my brain and bring back the pain and horror. All you need to know is that I am a survivor of the horrible menace known as Public Health and Management, and I have the psychological scars to prove it! Dear gods, please make it so that I shall never go through this until I am dead and buried deep, deep underground.

But I can talk about how happy I am that Game of Thrones is back, even if I am convinced that George R. R. Martin sits in a dark corner of his room, giggling hysterically as he throws sharp poisonous arrows in our hearts. Don't get me started on my absolute fondness of the Lannisters and how I love it when their crazy shows, or about Jon Snow's impressive grumpy face or how intimidating and fierce I find the fact that the Stark words are 'Winter is coming'. I have a lot of thoughts about this imaginary world, we should all catch up and I can talk your ear off about my feelings, seriously guys, let me talk about my love!!

Ahem.

Got up to date with The Hunger Games, and while it did not make it's place in my heart as I expected it too, I must admit that I am head over heels in love with Jennifer Lawrence and her ridiculous face and I am immensely amused by Peeta, the baker named after a type of bread. Got cravings for carbs after every chapter I read. So dumb yet so endearing.

And the new obsession that has been eating all hours of the day and the priceless hours of the night that I so desperately need for sleep: Assassin's Creed. There is a slim chance I will be found dead one day, clutching an XBox controller and wearing an assassin's cape I made out of the paper I printed my Urology book on. I blame this on the awesomeness that is Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Can you really blame me?

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And however crazy this period must've been, I will forever remember it because of the fun times I had with my uni group. I love them all so much and we stood up together to this danger known as statistics. We were helped by giant bottles of wine and horrendous yet delicious quantities of pizza and junk food and we came out of this… well, to be honest, plumper but happier.

We were also helped by sunny days and a lovely walk in the park to get the blood flowing before we'd barricade ourselves inside the house behind empty pizza box forts and wine glasses.

We sported the look made popular my medical students in all the land: pasty white skin.

And apparently I needed a gentle hand and some prodding and coaching when it came to posing :))

Okay, more prodding and poking than actual coaching, but when one is outnumbered all one can do is smile and hope the camera won't catch any embarrassing moments.

In case you ever wondered how I get my hair to be so bouncy.

Wearing: Lashez dress, H&M belt, Nine West boots, Mango coat.

And after all that coaching, I still couldn't get it right. Damn.

The Boy realized he created a monster. Or a gamer. Insert evil laughter here ;)

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Study groups are even more fun when there's pizza and video games. I am sure there's a serious scientific study that proves my theory. Look it up, it's true.

(PS: Keep your eyes on this place, dear readers, I've got a surprise giveaway for you by the end of this week. Pretty things for pretty people await!)

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Song of the Day: The Weakerthans - Sounds Familiar

"Save our souls, we're splitting atoms."

Because of some lamentable and tragic moments in my past that involved tequila and what could only be described as a large hadron collider somewhere in my general stomach area, right under and behind the sternum and radiating upward and stopping around my inner ear, I have turned into a cautious bunny who has been living the quiet life of the ginger beer drinkers. We are a quiet bunch who enjoy long walks on the beach, normal sleep patterns and not being tickled. We also still enjoy wine, but shhh, don't tell my liver that ;)

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I'm gonna paint you a picture: it's morning, so early that the trams are the only things making noise on the street, I'm curled up in my nook in the kitchen, the one right between the fruit bowl and the fridge with the chocolate to satisfy both sides of the nutritional coin; and I'm sitting there clutching the coffee cup and whispering sweet nothings to it, the usual 'Our babies would be smart and cheeky and beautiful so why does the world not get the depth and aroma and sting and insert-coffee-related-adjective-here of our love?' and my mother walks in with the words to describe the week:

Darling, you look truly and genuily horrible, like some truck ran you over! Why don't you take a break from uni today?

And when I reminded her I have an exam in 3 hours, she petted my head lightly, passed me a Kinder egg and promptly kicked me out of the kitchen to go and read about neurodegenerative diseases and low-grade diffuse astrocytomas.

Because it has been that kind of week. I did get to see the most amazing surgery where I stared at a brain just an arm's length away (and brains are amazing and powerful even when pushed and pulled apart by horrible diseases and under those light in the OR it looks like it's got the most beautiful red and pink marble pattern and just how amazing is that guys, you're carrying that miracle organ around with you and it blows your mind - ha ha ha - when you realize how awe-inspiring it can be) and that was all-shades-of-the-rainbow great but...

But 8am to 9pm days kill me faster than I killed ants with a magnifying glass when I was young (I was a cute kid with a sharp and jagged sadistic streak) and I fell asleep twice this week in fetal position on the couch with my mother's politically related rambles in the background.

And that's all because of my Public Health and Marketing course which I hate. I hate it so much that I will refrain from putting it into too many words for fear I might run out of synonyms for hate. And it has nothing to do with me almost failing Econ 101 in high school because I am not a bitter person at all. Cough cough.

So this is me sleepy and beat up and yet still in awe after a week of neurosurgery so here we go: come on next week, let's see what you've got.

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But at least it was a good Sunday before all that. Sundays are generally good, because on Sunday, The Boy and I watched countless episodes of The West Wing, aka the best show ever made in the world of everything, and enjoyed good food and sunshine in an almost visceral need to balance the week out.

I was also lucky again to get to model a piece from the spring-summer Tina R. collection. This time I chose the beautiful shirt because it reminded me of pastel watercolors and how summer looks in the rain and of crazy beautiful graffiti, hence the photoshoot location.

You can also check the Tina R blog here for some more inspiration :)

The weather was that weird combination of cold seeping into your bones while the sun gives you sunburns on the tip of your nose, which let to a lot of teeth clattering and a few snowballs thrown around for good measure.

I was excited here because this guy on the wall was new. We had a connection, we really did.

Wearing: Zara skirt, shirt courtesy of Tina R., Kotton sweater, Adesgo tights, Nine West boots.

And this is the moment when I was probably waiting to break into a The Muppets song as a serenade to the little guy. Because that's how cool I am. Man or Muppet anyone? :))

And now excuse me while I bury myself in The West Wing episodes of awesome and daydream of being C.J. Cregg when I grow up while also pondering how Rob Lowe's face ever got that chiseled and if I find that attractive or just plain creepy.

And, as always, revert to my number one coping mechanism: chocolate. Mmmmm.

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Song of the Day: Take That - SOS