A week ago I had a very interesting day. Firstly, I got to hang out with my boyfriend after a week of not seeing each other. Since it was raining all day, I went to his place and we had so much fun (if you know what I mean ;)). Anyways, he was just bursting of joy all day long saying that he's the best agent there is, that he's gonna marry me and that he's the happiest man in the world! And then, out of the blue, he started sharing things with me, the good and bad things nobody knows, his thoughts and feelings. We've been together for just month now and he was already confiding in me. I felt like it was a big deal, but maybe it's just because I don't open up so easily.

Afterwards I went out with two girls from my dance group to a popular club. As soon as we got in, some guys approached us, and they were Americans. Everywhere I go I keep meeting foreigners. And it's always a bad timing (they're leaving tomorrow, I have a boyfriend or something like that) or they're ugly and/or boring. We got rid of them by climbing in front of the DJ and dancing like professionals we are. It was like a performance except nobody was paying us for it and we were doing freestyle. The whole club was watching, including a famous rapper, and people took pictures of us. Some of those actually wound up posted on a hip-hop website and got featured in a magazine. All in all it was a very successful night. And day.

I have no idea what I was gonna write here. I had a purpose for writing about this day, however it slipped my mind in the meantime. My brain is playing tricks with me, and it's been happening more often lately. I get distracted so fast and lose the train of my thoughts it's starting to get on my nerve. And I have such brilliant ideas all the time, but as soon as I get to the computer to write them down, the moment, inspiration, everything is gone and usually for good. I still haven't finished writing the second part of my story and I feel really bad about it. It's hard work even when I'm not having a writers block, which I do have these days. I always have to rewrite everything ten times because I don't like how the sentence sounds. That's why I like having a blog. I write whatever pops into my mind and I move on. I don't care how the reader is gonna hear the sentence in his/ her mind. I just write post and never read it again. I just scan it from time to time to see what I was writing about before and that's it. No muss, no fuss. On the other hand, my stories are my babies. I give them my full undivided attention and they need a lot of care and polishing, so they can grow up and inspire people or just make them think.