Best Friends, Scarves, Backstreet Boys and Bubble Wrap Conversations

My best friend Maya is finally back from England and I'm really happy. (I really had no idea how to start this blog, so I just got right into it...) She was gone for three weeks and I really missed her because the two of us are usually inseparable. We went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince because even though she was in England when the movie came out she did not go see it! Can you imagine that? She was in England and she did not watch Harry Potter??! Anyway, it was still an awesome way to spend our first day together. Then we went back to my house and sat around the freezing pool for a while and then watched some Friends episodes, because Friends is the most amazing show ever. 

Anyway, I turned 16 while Maya was away in England and she told me that she had bought me a gift there. Of course I was excited because, well, who doesn't like gifts?! (Well Bella from Twilight, but she likes it when vampires stalk her...) I wasn't really expecting much, but the gift I got was amazing! It was a Manchester United scarf! I mean seriously, I am probably the only serious soccer fan in the world who does not own a team scarf, but now I actually do and its AMAZING!

After she gave me the scarf and after I drooled all over it we sat on my bed and started listening to some music... By some music I mean the Backstreet Boys. 

I don't care who you are 

Where you're from 

What you did 

As long as you love me

How can you not love them? It was on Sunday at 2 o'clock in the morning that I re-discovered my love for them. I was sitting around, wondering what to do and then BAM: 

Tell me why 

Ain't nothing but a heartache

Tell me why 

Ain't nothing but a mistake 

Tell me why 

I never wanna hear you say 

I want it that way

I was dancing around by myself in my pj's until around three in the morning when I collapsed on my bed to this: 

All you people can't you see, can't you see

How your love's affecting our reality

Every time we are down

You can make it right 

And that makes you larger than life

You can't tell me that you are not singing along right now, and if you are not, then shame on you. Oh and I won one of the Suite Scarlett giveaways, and I'm really excited to get  the book! Anyway to close this off here is a conversation I had with one of my guy friends today:

Me: Maya got me a Manchester United scarf! I didn't know who else to tell...

Him: Did she get it in Manchester? And I don't know who else you would tell either. And I'm jealous (if I liked scarfs).

Me: Yeah she got it from Manchester (she didn't actually, but Maya told me to tell him she did). And I'm not a fan of scarves either but I get to hang it in my room

Him: That works. Tell Maya that I'm upset she didn't get me a scarf.

Me: Well you are not important enough and also it wasn't your birthday. 

Him: Happy birthday. Now I feel bad I didn't get you anything. And I guess you are more important. 

Me: Get me bubble wrap!

Him: You got it. But why do you want it?

Me: Why wouldn't you want bubble wrap? And it was Maya's idea... Figures

Him: Well I can make it happen. I guess you're right, who wouldn't want it

I love bubble wrap!

Partying the Bulgarian Style

I happen to really like my Bulgarian family and friends, well at least most of the time. We are all kind of like the family from My Big Fat Greek Wedding but not as sober as they are. They all like to party a lot and drink, and eat, and do a lot of Eastern European things. Usually I get really bored because I'm not really friends with any other Bulgarians that are my age. 

Anyway, once a year we have this gathering in the same park, and I usually spend the entire day hiding under a tree with my only Bulgarian friend, and trying to avoid all the annoying little kids. This time my friend wasn't there, so I spent the day with  an eleven year old girl (I think) who is gymnast, she is about half my height and beat my dad (who happens to be quite muscular) in arm wrestling. I had a soccer ball with me and our parents made us go to the field and play. It was kind of awkward, considering that I was wearing a dress, and all the other Bulgarian teenagers kept giving me weird looks. But it was also fun, I enjoyed just kicking the ball around and pretending to be a little kid in my tie-dye dress. 

Of course the horrible Miami heat got to us and we were forced to hide in the shade again, while our parents danced to Bulgarian songs, which was pretty awesome because Bulgarian dancing is really cool, but I can't dance it all, but my mom is really good. The girl went to dance with her mom and she picked up the steps pretty quickly, and I was sitting there trying to remember why I stopped dancing. The day ended with my parents and me singing Bulgarian songs and having a random dude draw a cartoon of me for ten dollars.

I think I like being Bulgarian much more than I'd like to admit <3

Needles and Half-Blood Prince

I just realized that the title of this blog contains the thing I hate the most and the thing I like the most. So I think I should start with talking about the thing that I hate (needles) so I can get it out. I should probably be a. sleeping b. reading Don Quixote or c. watching Buffy, but I think I should continue. 

So I had to go to the cardiologist because I've been getting a lot of chest pains lately. I'm not really afraid of doctors or going to the hospital or stuff like that, but I do have a phobia of needles. I don't like needles, AT ALL. As I walked into the doctor's office I didn't expect them to have to use needles because that's what my dad told me, and they were just going to look at my heart so they wouldn't need any blood, right? Of course I was wrong, and when I heard the word- or words- blood work, I almost died. The nurse walks in and she is all smiles and stuff and I'm sitting in there in one of those stupid paper gowns looking half-dead. Then she ties my arm with one of those rubber band thingies and she starts slapping my hand with her fingers so that she could find the vein, but of course they can never find my vein. She poked me with the needle, and then took it out because no blood was coming out and she said she would have to take it from my wrist. The moment she said that I passed out, literally. The last thing I remember was staring at the little hole in my arm that the needle had left and then it was all dark and then I had this really horrible feeling, and then I was fine. But I hate fainting, and I hate needles. The last time I passed out was again caused by a needle, because I am just so freacking terrified of them!!! I know why too, it started when I was really little and I got dehydrated and I had to be taken to the hospital and they had to hook me up to an IV or something and they couldn't find my vein so the nurse kept poking me over and over again, and she had this little yellow needle with little wings, and I think I was two at most and I still remember it. But I've always had trouble with people taking blood from me because my veins happen to not be very visible and well it sucks. Anyway, I've rambled enough about this, now I want to talk about cooler stuff, like Harry Potter. 

I've seen it twice now, I saw it on the day it came out and today I saw it again. The first time I really liked the movie, but I didn't like the fact that it was so different from the book, which happens to be my favorite book in the series, and my all time favorite book. But overall I think that the movie was really good, so here are some things I liked:

- The first Burrow scene, with Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione and Ron, it's just adorable.

- Dumbledore. He was much better in this movie than in the other ones. He definitely wasn't as spastic  and didn't try to kill Harry like in Goblet of Fire. I just couldn't understand why he wasn't wearing his glasses, and why he kept sitting on the floor in his office, doesn't he have a chair?!

-Bellatrix. I love her, I think she is just so realistically insane, I mean just look at her! She is perfect, she is just like a little kid, but she is so... well... for the lack of a better word- insane

-Hermione. I think Emma Watson was wonderful in this movie, and I loved her relationship with Harry. The canary scene was perfect, and she was just great.

-Ron and Harry. Oh, they were just lovely to look at! The scenes with the love potion are just brilliant, they are both such good actors. And the one at the Burrow with the pies- again brilliant! Of course one of my favorite parts of the movie was the

Harry "She has nice skin." Ron: "So you think Dean is dating my sister because she has nice skin?" scene. They were just so natural, I loved it. 

-All the Pensieve scenes were epic.

-Draco was amazing! And super hot

-The next-to- last scene in the movie, the one where they all point their wands at the sky. That's the part that made me cry, it was amazingly made.

A couple of things I didn't like:

- The kiss with Ginny. It was horrible. I mean you can't call that a kiss! She just kind of bit his lip...

- The burning of the Burrow. That was just weird and random, where is the wedding going to be in the 7th movie if there is no Burrow? I don't know I didn't really like that part at all.

- Ginny. Bonnie was just really awkward throughout the entire movie, I didn't like it.

- There was no "Dumbledore's man through and through"!

- Dumbledore's death. I didn't like the slow-mo thing.

I think that's it, I'm about to fall asleep typing this, so goodnight :)

Hormonal Boys

Ah so there is one thing about 13 year old hormonal boys that is just so very amusing. 

So today my parents invited our friends for dinner and they brought along one of their childern's cousins who happens to be 13. He had the whole I-just-became-a- teenager-so-I'm- cool attitude and he was trying to talk to me and stuff and he thought that he knew more about sports than I did. Ha, no 13 year old boys knows more about soccer than I do (OK,maybe some do, but those are rare). It was funny cause he thought that he was going to impress me while I was sitting there with my blank expression staring at the boring soccer game that they were showing on ESPN. And then we were playing pool and I just sat there watching because I could give less shit about pool and he was all trying to show off and stuff. And then, yeah there is more, my parents were discussing going to a barbecue with them tomorrow and he turns to me and tells me that I should bring some of my friends along, but bring myself too. Then I told him that all my friends happen to be about three years older than he is, and he just smiled and said he likes older women. AND THEN, his aunt was telling me how much he waned to go to Hooters and watch the girls there. A thirteen year old boy at Hooters?!

I will leave you at that. 

Obsessions and Tennis

If you haven't realized yet I tend to obsess with things a lot. Especially in a time like this when I have nothing to do. Here is a list of things that I am currently obsessed with/ have been obsessed with for a while:

1. Harry Potter- this has been going on for the past eight years, so nothing new

2. Soccer- this started in 2006 after watching every single game in the World Cup, but the obsession level has been especially high this year since I discovered my love for Manchester United

3. Tennis- this one is pretty new, it started at the beginning of this year when I was bored and decided to watch the Australian Open and then every single game of the French Open and Wimbledon. I believe that Roger Federer is God.

4. Reading- nothing new...

5. Other things that I don't feel like talking about right now

So, I wanted to focus on my tennis obsession right now since today was the end of Wimbledon. Oh, what an end it was. The game was four and a half hours long, which surprised me because, well let's face it, no one believed that Andy Roddick would be able to pull of a 5 setter. I mean he is good, but if you want to beat Roger you have to be amazing. I woke up at 9 to watch the entire match and when Roddick broke Fed's serve for the first time I went into shock, I basically stood in front of the TV for about an hour and a half (or until the epic fifth set) in complete shock. My mom was actually trying to talk to me at one point and I completely ignored her and kept staring on. And since I mentioned the epic 5th set of that match, I have to talk about it. I mean that set alone was longer than the entire women's final (which was really disappointing), and it took Federer 30 games to win the match. I think sometime after the 10-10 game I started pacing back and forth just waiting for the game to end. At that point I didn't care who won, I just wanted the game to end. Of course when it did end my hero won, even though it took him 4 and a half hours, 5 sets and 30 games in the last set. 

I felt really bad for Federer's wife while she stood there watching him struggle. I was freaking out in front of the TV, and I don't even know the guy, but she is his wife and all, she must have been freaking out... And then there was Andy, oh poor Andy. I think this is the 5th time that he lost to a Fed in a Grand Slam Final. Poor thing, I felt so bad for him, because he came so close, and he played so well, but he just couldn't do it. 

But I am very glad that Federer is again the number one player in the world (the only player to ever lose the number one rank and regain it), has the record of 15 titles, and can officially be called the greatest tennis player that ever lived.

I think that I have rambled for long enough now. Some last words: This Wimbledon was epic, definitely looking forward to the U.S. Open in August :P

Bye <3