36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Just because I’m losing doesn’t mean I’m lost….
Just because I’m losing doesn’t mean I’m lost….
this is my life, my game and it's played by my rules
1/26 +
I think I subconsciously have quitted Glee. Like, I don’t even reblog Glee related stuff anymore and if I do, it’s because I don’t want to lose my followers.
 | transparentna Michał Kubiak, Tyler Hoechlin i Chord Overstreet ;) |
Fuck: Michał Kubiak (C.O. too)
Marry: Chord Overstreet (M.K.)
Get drunk with: Tyler Hoechlin (but if I could get drunk with all three of them, plus ZB9, plus Igła, hell, plus the rest of poland nt)
 | everyonesbusy 5, 10, 25 and 28 :) |
5: What countries did you visit?
NONE.
10: Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nope if you don’t include alcoholism.
25: What was your greatest musical discovery?
Mumford and Sons
28: What was your favourite film of this year?
Oh so many. But the Hunger Games have had the biggest influence in me even though it wasn’t the best one I’ve watched.
 | md-to-be random babe, 4,9,19,31,36 |
4: Did anyone close to you die?
No, this year no, thank god, no.
9: What was your biggest failure?
My entire being?
19: What do you wish you’d done less of?
Being lazy as shit.
31: What kept you sane?
I know it’s cheezy but Damian. Also Ola and some of my new friends. And Lizz. Obviously.
Lost 4 pounds on Christmas. Like hell I’m eating chocolate today.
Applying for every job possible now.
So, this is the time in Poland when I start wearing pantyhose under my trousers. My legs looks like polish kielbasa. Literally.
Gonna go find a good and cheep shoemaker because I broke my very new boots. Last one told me I have to buy new zippers, that are really rare and thick (and expensive if he had to be honest) and he will repair them for like 25zł for a boot and I need to change both of them. It’s like, it’ll cost almost as much as my boots when I’d bought them. So I told him he can go fuck himself and I’ll find another shoemaker. Oh my god, can you believe it?
| *my dancing like a zombie that want' to poop to some christmas song* | |
| Damian: | What the hell are you doing? |
| Me: | Enjoing my life. |
| Damian: | W-wh..? |
| Me: | Come join me! |
| *both of us dancing like a dying chicken running without its head* |
