I LOVE NEW YORK

Yes I do!!!
It's my third time in the city, and I adore it!
Today I took a class at the village.
I love the village.
The architecture, the people, the everything.
Not much time to write (THIS will be a change, I noticed I've been writing a lot each post...), have to enjoy being here!

P.S.: Heeey, if there's anyone reading this blog, PLEEEASE can you leave a comment? I feel like I'm writing to a ghost.

Dates

Really, what's so interesting about having a serious boyfriend? You don't enjoy parties, you never have time for yourself, and you can't sleepover at your best friend's (who happens to be a guy) without your boyfriend feeling awkward about it. Not to mention you don't go out with your girlfriends so much, and you can't flirt with other guys without feeling guilty.
So, I really don't get those girls who are always desperately seeking a boyfriend. Okay, If you are lucky and you happen to find the love of your life at age 16, good for you! (even though I doubt you will...) But just dating someone to say "I have a boyfriend" is really stupid. Can't you see being single (but not alone!) is way better?
Why?

• You can do whatever you want, not caring about what your boyfriend will think.
• You can have a different date each night!
• You can hook up with lots of guys in a party if you want to.
• You can flirt with guys in stores to have discounts!
• You can give your number to some hot guy you met at a Starbucks.
• You can have a girl's night with your girlfriends anytime!
• You can pick what to watch on the cinema based on which film has the hottest actors!
• You can a have a hot dream with any guy and not feel guilty.
• You can look at anyone randomly at the street and secretly wonder if he's The One, only to replace these thoughts 2 seconds later wondering if he's a good kisser.

Ok, ok, I know, having a serious boyfriend has its advantages too. But I cannot think of more than three:

• You always have someone to talk to, at any time, and he can't complain if you feel like talking at 3am on a Wednesday. (even though that's what your best friend's for, right?)
• You always have someone to tell you you are hot. (okay, I wont say again that your best friend will do that too. And your mom.)
• You always have someone to make out with. (alright, I give up: your best friend won't do that...)

So having a boyfriend has (one) advantages too. But I think the ones of being single are way better!
The bad thing about being single is when you really feel like hooking up with someone, and you are home alone on a Tuesday night, babysitting your little brothers....

Holiday

Well, I'm in my summer holiday right now, and I'm bored as hell.

Ok, yesterday I went out and all, but mostly I spend all the time at home, doing nothing useful, and making my ass fatter. If I could only use this free time to work out or train for a marathon, I could start my classes in february looking hotter, instead of fatter....

Geez...

Well, not everything about holidays suck! Saturday I'm heading to New York City!! Yeah! I'll change this bloody summer for a fucking cold snowy winter!!

Wich is good, by the way. I like the cold much better.

And, I really want to do some shopping in NY! I only wish I could lose 1 stone until saturday so I could buy (and fit in) some size 6 jeans...

Well, I was once told we can't have it all right? Well, I am smart, talented and quite good looking, I'm just unfortunately about 18 pound over my ideal weight. I mean, I'm not overweigh (I've a BMI of 22.8, ok, its almost overweight, but it's not overweight yet!!), but I feel and look better when I am 18 pound lighter then now (even thought the last time I weighted 18 pounds less was an year ago...).

Oh I so want to burn this extra weight off, but at the same time I love eating so much, and I'm a carbs addict!

Ok, I'm about to make a promise. Oh fuck I'll regret this later. I'll lose until the 1st day of march, 2010, this 18 pounds.

Well, its not impossible, right? I've got 40 days, so it means I just have to lose less than half a pound per day, in average.

Anyway, I WONT make this one of those diet blogs. It is still a blog about my life, not about my weight or my diet, but as dieting is part of my life, I guess I should write about once in a while, when I feel like it.

3 DAYS TO NYC!!!!!!!!

Guys....

Seriously, guys say women are complicated, but I say men are just as complicated.

A couple days ago my best friend (a guy), calls me to tell me an ex-classmate of ours is back in town. Then he asks me if there was any chance I would hook up with him, because he though he might be interested in me, once he talked bout me and seeing me a lot.

I got very exited, cuz this guy wan an old crush, and come on, it is ALWAYS good to hear a cute guy fancies you.

I told my friend that probably, if the guy was charmy and all, we could have a chance.

Then tonight, I meet them both (my friend and the ex-classmate) and a bunch of other people in a party. I talked with this guy and everything, but nothing special, and he just doesn't shows ANY interest in me. DISAPPOINTING.

What hurts is that I was already full of expectations, so when absolutely nothing happened, it sucked. If my friend hadn't told me before that the guy was interested, I wouldn't be feeling as bad now.

And I can't even hate my friend for filling my mind with expectations, because I already own him half my love life.

Why can't society just be direct about everything? No signals, codes or other crap. If a guy fancies a girl, he just goes straight to her and tells her that. If she fancies him back, she lets him know straight away too, so they can easily, rapidly and happily hook up. Just say what on your mind! If you think your girlfriend gained a bit of weight, TELL HER. Want to know if your husband's cheating on you, ASK HIM. If you are or not cheating on her, TELL HER. An ugly, charmless dude is bugging you with attempts of "seduction"? SAY IT TO HIM!!!

Please, lets be truthful people, it would save us a lot of time and disappointments!!

P.S.: Geez, I need a guy.

Random

I really want to post something just so I won't end leaving this blog aside never to write on it again.

But I'm not inspired nor in a great mood to write anything useful.

Yesterday I went to the cinema to watch New York I Love You. In general I really liked the movie. And even though some of the stories did not please much, the great majority were very good. My favorite was the first one of the prostitute. And the one of the girl in the wheelchair. Oh, the one of Orlando Bloom and Christina Ricci was very very good too!!!

Oh, talking/writing about cinema now makes me want to eat pop corn. But I won't. First because it's 11 p.m. (not time for pop corn. Or any eating at all.), and second because if I do I'll become fat. And I don't want that. No one want's that actually.
Except for those anorexic girls.
Well, actually they don't want to get fat either.
But they should definitely put on a few pounds.

College

Just thinking about it already makes me nervous.

Again, I'm not American, nor do I live in the US, but I aim desperately to go to college there.
Why? Well, I think part of me has some sort of trauma from attending crappy schools all my life. I lived and live in a small city, and the best school here is actually awful. It is really disappointing to see the level of my classmates and most of my teachers. Not that I think I'm super smart and special and all, but I'll leave modesty aside and say that in fact I am an intelligent girl. And I like to be challenged to learn more and achieve greater things. How much challenge can I get from being the top student in my class without even trying to?
So, all my life I dreamed of studying somewhere filled with intelligent students and super qualified teachers and professors. Well, I couldn't actually afford boarding school in Switzerland (nor would my dad let me go if somehow I could pay for it), so I really, really, reeeeeeally want to attend an amazing university.
Ok, ok, there are tons of great universities all over the world, you'll say. Yes there are, even some in my country, so why the US? No, I'm not one those foreigners absolutely astonished by the United States, who think there is world's best place or anything like that (even because I prefer Europe very much =P). But I happen to want for my future, a careen in filmmaking. So, THE place for film is the USA. Therefore, that's where I want to go.

NYU: my dream university. Ok, super super suuuuper hard to get into The Tisch School, I know that. That's why I have a few backup schools I'll apply to as well. But I won't stop dreaming and working my ass out to reach my dream.

BUUUUT, the whole "American-college-application" isn't the only thing that stresses me when it comes to the "University" subject.
My parents want me to try for an university from my country too. For me that's useless, since I so don't want to go to college here. And, here the university system is a bit different. College isn't very "opened" when it comes to majors. For a start, you choose it in the moment you register for a test you take in order to get into college (that's another difference: there is no "application". It's ALL based on this test.). Also, you don't have so many majors options, and also you can go to some schools that would be Graduate Studies in the US right after high school here, like medical or law school.
So basically, I have no idea what to register for, since there is no Film Production in the only University here that I'll try for (not that I really want to get into, but I'll probably take one semester before going to an american college, because school year starts way earlier here. That is, IF I get into any american college)

Geez, that post is so fucking confusing.
Probably no one will read it, anyway.
But it was good for relieving myself!! I figure it's great just to open your mind on something upsetting you, even if its only for a computer and no person will read.
=P

Hey There!

I'm Ann.
I'm 15, going on 16.
Only that already tells a lot doesn't it? Being an adolescent entering the final year of high school kinda sucks. That's why I created this blog, I suppose. Opening my heart to some unknown person to read it, or not, and maybe understand me, or not. How exiting!

Well, before I actually begin, just one thing about me: No, I'm not American. Nor British, as a matter of fact. I'm not saying where I'm from. Can you guess it?

Right now I'm enjoying one last holiday before the end of school begins. I'm not very happy about it. I mean, I hate high school and all, but going to university scares the hell out of me. Just thinking about all those tests and exams makes me crazy.
And right now I'm single. Not looking for a boyfriend though. I had one for a few months last year, and I can say it wasn't the best experience. Probably because I definitely didn't love him (far from that). I think I was only dating him so I could put it on my facebook profile.

Some people say it's adolescence's hormones, but I do feel quite funny and sad sometimes. As if suddenly all joy had been drained out of my chest and disappeared, only to return a couple hours or a couple days later. I don't like.

Ok, I'm not gonna write about every aspect of my life now, so I can have something to write about later, right? Even though I like to write diaries so much I could just sit here and write write write for days without ever going out of subject. But then I would make you tired (supposing that someone will read this someday).
I don't even know if anybody will ever pass through this blog ever. I hope someone does. Really.

I'll be back (I hope)