Aren't they cute?

 Dear earthlings,

 long time no write. I do apologise, but I am experiencing the need, the need for speed.

 I am not exactly sure what that means.

 I hope life is treating you well, and that you are happy and glorious wherever you may be.

 I am writing to you all today to urge you to take part in my humble adventure. I have decided that I would like to take part in an organised sporting event – The Edinburgh Marathon Festival in the upcoming month of May. I will not be asking you to run 10K with me or even be around me when I do, but I would rather ask you to donate some money to the awesome cause I decided to raise funds for. They are called Breast Cancer Care and are totally awesome because they give support and information to people suffering from the disease. And if you know anyone suffering from cancer in Bulgaria you might be aware of how utterly lonely and dehumanized their entire experience tends be. People need support, goddamit.

 My keen sociological perception derived from four years of university study (yeah, right) highlights that individuals are reluctant to donate their money. I mean, dude, I am not going to con you and steal your earnings? I am just asking you to help others and feel good about it.

 I am extremely impressed and proud of everyone who has so far donated money. It is just so humbling and amazing and inspiring to see people give their shiny coins to help others, while not expecting anything in return (I am not exchanging sexual favours for money, sorry). You amaze me, as not a lot of people are willing to do that. Thus, I hope your bodies are filled with warm sensations right now. I congratulate everyone who has so far donated and is going to donate.

 I do realise that I perhaps sound like one of those deranged spiritual leaders you see on TV trying to take away your precious money. I wonder how Scientology manage to make people give them their money? As far as I know, they tell you, after you complete their personality test, that you are a balanced individual, but that there are some aspects of your personality that you need to work on, and they can help you with that.

 I am just going to tell you that you are amazing and that if you have any problems you should go eat some cookies as they help with anything.

 Please donate. I love you, child:

http://www.justgiving.com/sgmarinova/eurl.axd/04a83676cc7f3142af96e89b25a8a2eb

 To all those who took part in this adventure, Bon Jovi says it best in the words of The Beatles.

Me and my awesome "My mom cut my hair" haircut

Hello, how are you this fine cloudy morning?

That is amazing.

Today, 12-Jan-12 (extra cool), I have a birthday, and I turn 22. Yesterday irealised that I haven’t been an age that has two identical numbers (I love how I went by describing that) since I was 11. And I loved being 11, I do not remember why, but I remember not wanting to be 12. I really didn’t want to be. I cried and I refused…bargained, begged… all that. I guess being 11 rocked. So, being 22 will rock even more. And peeps when I rock, everybody rocks, mostly because I make you, but occasionally because you want to. So stay tuned for an awesome year.

I drank right out of the part that is used to pour the water.... I am so smart

I am 22 now, have been for 10 hours and 24 minutes. When I was 43 minutes into being 22 I got thirsty, which lead me to enter the kitchen and spot the pitcher (I do not know if I am using this word correctly, as I just dug it out from a dictionary) filled with water. Please refer to photo for better understanding of situation. So, I just went ahead and drank directly out of the top of this scientific wonder. As you might imagine this resulted in me getting all wet (yes, imagine it, perverts).

The moral of this story is that age obviously has no effect on me, it cannot hold me back or restrain my impulsive impulses (nice). I will keep engaging in highly intellectual acts of the kind. so, worry not my friends.

Furthermore, my mother found a grey hair … in my hair. I knew it was there. I saw it three days ago. But I love it anyway, because it is my grey hair.

P.S.: I love presents. Just thought I should mention that!

P.P.S: I am still holding my annual competition for most amazing birthday wish. The winners get to have their wish featured in my very special birthday diary in which I write every year. I don’t know if I have ever shared who has been featured so far, so here goes.

People previously featured in my very cool birthday diary:

My mom (duh), Yana Turnovska, Lora Peneva, Todor Slavov, Paul Brotherston, Svetla Rangelova, Elena Genova, Antonia Proka, Lizzie Watts, Ivan Trendafilov, Ralitsa Behar, Elitza Kostadinova, Zhenda Ivanova, Evgeni Stoyanov, Evgeni Zlatanov, Evtim Todorov, Katya Georgieva, Stefan Bozhkov, Valya Lishova, Violeta Grigorova, Martin Marinov, Snejana Bahchevanova

As people seem to be genetically inclined to forget my birthday, I have set upon deciding to annoyingly remind everyone every 3 minutes. Thus you can imagine the horror that surrounds people who are forced to spend a prolonged period of time with me. So, the majority of you, who I rarely see, should sigh with relief. DO IT NOW!

Look, I've had insane amounts of hair since I was born. I was so cute too..... It appears as if I am on Speed.... It's a good look for me.

Anywho my obsession aside (I have a birthday tomorrow), I cut my hair recently. Last Saturday to be exact. As I am an individual who tends to consider bizarre elements within everyday occurrences I stopped to think of how much I have gone through with my hair that was about to be permanently separated from my body. My hair is my friend (and yes I do occasionally have deep meaningful conversations with it), and when you think that the hair you are cutting now was once just growing out of your sexy scalp, brand new to this old cruel world, it makes your eyes water with sweet sweet emotion. We have laughed, we have cried, we have accidentally washed ourselves with soap instead of shampoo. Ah, memories. No, I seriously do feel sad when I have to part with my hair, because it has been a witness to maybe at least two years of my life (my hair is long). Thank you, hair, for being there with me, and being so absolutely gorgeous and shiny. I will miss you.

Weirdly enough I do not care when I cut my nails.

Happy New Year!

Be shiny and new, also well-fed, well-dressed and with a minty fresh breath. That is very important!

I like to smile....

Today, I would like to fill your lives with this extremely self-centred post, as I feel like it. I am going to have a birthday … really soon, next Thursday, the 12th of January to be even more exact. And there is something you should know about my birthday – I love it. I may be crying a lot, but that still means I love it. Having a birthday fills me with very bizarre feelings, ones I cannot explain. And I need to jump around, and I need people to be happy for me and with me. I need it. So if anyone plans on seeing me on my birthday, please go a little crazy. Jump around, smile, laugh, poke me, mess my hair, throw ice cream at me… don’t be boring. Be happy. If you are not be ready for me to kick you out, because I will not tolerate boring, sad, depressed, angry individuals. Be warned.

I plan on having a totally awesome, exciting, fun, enjoyable, filled with presents birthday, and you are all invited.

I am going to go ahead and hint at the fact that I quite enjoy birthday cards. And by that I mean – a massive birthday card, filled with awesome words and shiny letters. So, if anyone feels like getting me a gift – I’d love to get it in the post, closed in an envelope that I get to open. Ah, I love the post.

Yes, this might have been perhaps the most self-centered post ever, but hey, I think that if you want something you should take it. I want need to have an amazing birthday, and all people tat read this blog are awesome people, so I trust you.

Be awesome this week, and I will see you soon. Also, do watch the new season of The Biggest Loser. There is nothing better than this show to motivate you in whatever you are aspiring to do… It is just amazing like that. And if that does not seem appealing enough, check out the new trainer, Dolvett:

...... I know.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 17,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

The only movie where I do not completely hate Will Farrell.

Dear people of the world,

I hope that you are all getting ready and excited for the New Year which is soon going to sweep us all away. I really do not know where the last year went. I remember that exactly one year ago I was sitting in a hotel room watching a cool Russian movie getting ready to PARTAAAAAY! It feels like nothing has changed, but so much has.

Today a man on the TV asked a lady on the TV – “Did you get at least one of your dreams to come true this year (2011)?”

I am going to ask you the same question…

One of my dreams did come true, and I would like to say that it is pretty awesome to have your dreams come true. DREAM BIG! And as they say in the above-pictured (nice, huh?) movie – “If you can dream it, you can do it.” So, waste no more time, earthlings, dream.

I didn’t quite manage to fulfill the Post a Day Challenge, but I still think I did pretty well by my blog this year, as compared to last year. 2012 – let’s make the long-awaited writing magic to happen!

Finally, 2012 is the year of the Dragon, and I heard that however your 2012 year goes that’s how all your next 11 years will go. So, once again – do some awesome things. Be brave, smart, sexy, and extremely well-dressed.

See you, next year, my darlings.

Kitty

I am currently on holiday, enjoying cold mountain air and spa treatments. Ah, this is the life. On the way here, after getting off the bus and waiting for a taxi I found a cute little doggy to play with. It was jumping up and down, totally infatuated by me, which appears to be an inherent characteristic of most dogs. They always follow me around, and by follow me around I mean being stuck to me for a 4 kilometer stretch. That’s true love.

The dog today was totally awesome, it would jump on me and be happy, and wave its shiny little tail and smile. I totally loved it. Naturally, I did what any normal 2-weeks-from-being-22 girl would do – I ran around like a maniac so the dog can chase me around. I also talked to it like it was a human being. And then disaster happened. As I was running around the dog was enthusiastically jumping around me, and … in front of me. So … I stepped on it. It made a horrible sound and ran away. I was embarrassed, and went back to it. But it wasn’t a happy dog anymore, it was sad it looked at me with eyes that said “How could you? I thought we were friends.” I stepped towards it, while frantically apologising. It just gave me a scared look and ran away… crying. I felt so bad, so I chased it. It forgave me soon after because of my special connection with dogs, but was still wary. It was not jumping on me anymore I felt sad. But, hello, excuse me, Mr. Dog, what did you think would happen when you run in front of a crazy almost-22-year-old human lady?

This is my dramatic story of the day. I wish I had a photo of the dog… I love it.

Here is some inspirational video relating to the topic at hand. I laughed so hard! I WANT A DOG FOR MY BIRTHDAY. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Or maybe a cat:

If you can’t see this, click here.

So Jesus has a birthday today. We are all eagerly celebrating and congratulating each other. This is really amazing. Imagine people giving presents and writing cards and singing songs to each other because it is YOUR birthday. I bet Jesus is a very happy boy right now. I can imagine him in his PJ’s opening random magical presents that float and are wrapped in FIRE. Good for you, Jesus.

I wonder if Jesus knows Santa? I can only imagine how awesome that relationship is.

Also what does Jesus want for his birthday? My guess would be… the new Sims expansion (at least that is what I would want… I bet it will run amazingly on Jesus’s computer).

I wish you all the best, dear Jesus. Hope you are fine and well and making water in your wine, as we know this is your favourite hobby. Also, I hope you are really enjoying all the Jesus jokes going around the past 20-30 years. Have a great birthday, and try not to make out with Mary Magdalene too much at your party tonight. Ah, young biblical figures and their hormones…

Love you, Jesus.

Say ‘Hi’ to J.D.Salinger for me.

The not-on-focus memorabilia *

Hello, Hello, Hello.

How are you?

Well, I am fine thank you. Currently I smell like dust and am coughing a bi from it, as I was tidying my room. Yes, exactly because it is almost Christmas time. I don’t know why, but I always aim at tidying my room before Christmas Eve, as I think that Jesus would be mad otherwise.

If you are looking for obscene religious comments concerning Jesus do watch “The Good Wife” where the daughter, whatever her name is, runs around hysterically being a lesbian and asking whether Jesus was black.

Anywho, I hope that we all have been good this year, because otherwise Santa would not bring us any presents. Have you ever wondered whether Santa Clause really does exist? I think he does, but he just hides behind his alias – “Consumerism”. I uncovered your secret, you old bearded dude!

I ave absolutely no idea what I am saying today. Sadly, I am running out of ideas with which to inundate your joyful everydays. Worry not, my earthlings, as I will manage through this.

*Please refer to the picture for the answer to the challenge presented in The Spoilt Brat Syndrome. Good job to all those who got it right

I am really awesome, and whoever doesn't know it, can go ahead and smell like garlic through the entire next year

I am a nice person. No one thinks it, but its true.

And I am extremely tired of people. I don’t care anymore. I begged and pleaded and cried, but no more. From now on, I will say a big and colourful ‘fuck you’.

All the wonderful plans I had for this holiday period had slowly decayed in a painful manner, thus instead I am introducing a new plan. I am not going out, I am staying home and playing games… ALL DAY LONG. Only when my friend Zhenda Ivanova comes back am I to venture into the outside. So please do not suggest we go out or meet, because you are in for a brutal rejection.

Enjoy the holidays. Also, do look forward to some more post from the Inventions theme coming your way.

Here is some awesome music for your good mood. I am extremely happy that contemporary music is going back to soul, jazz, blues and just awesomeness (DIE RIHANNA DIE):