I'm just so mad and my mood is crap. So yesterday they did her hair for 3.5 hours and I went to bed at like 12. Of course they didn't stop yapping loudly that I thought I would never fall asleep. But I did eventually only to be woken up again at God knows what time by them yapping loudly. I was so mad at them. So when they left I fell asleep again. But of course none of them had their alarm clocks off so I woke up at God knows what hour, 7 or 8 I'm not sure. So I remained in bed until like 10 because I was just so tired. Now she's left and he's here now. Seriously he arrived just a few minutes after she left, like he was just waiting outside or something. But at least he bought us Cola, in a small 330ml can, one for her and one for me. I ate a bit of the waffle-cake because I just wanted something sweet. Now I hope she'll make me breakfast. I'm still tired. After that she said we'll pack and go.
This might be my last entry for the day. It's like 11.23 and she's telling me to start packing my things. I'm still tired.
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My first entry in Oma's house. Just finished eating. Now I'm kinda full. During the road, the driving was fun. He took some pictures during driving with a function that made good pictures in movement. Iveta asked if I had the same in my point... camera. So I took some pics and they were good. So while driving I took some pictures, some were quite good. During the bakery stop I took some pictures of Iveta and Victor together. It was my idea to have them. I ate boiled and fried potatoes. It's kind of wet and muddy here, one has to wear boots. In the store where they bought food they bought me lemonade and tasty chips (I chose them actually).
Today (it's almost 8 now) they'll make the duck, they'll color Oma's hair, then they'll make the jelly with cranberries. Tomorrow at 3 we'll go to the local (Catholic, of course) Church. Last time I was there was like 10 years ago during Baba's funeral. I'm not sure who we is. Oma and Iveta, but what about Opis and Victor? Outside is all muddy and slippery. I really don't like it since the thought of slipping ... anyway this is probably my least favourite time of the year. Everything is just so... barren. The snow is gone but the spring has not yet been born so the dead of winter is out in the open. Outside is also very sunny (was, the sun is about to set) without a cloud in the sky but there is a hard and chilling wind. Needless to say that going to the outdoor toilet is not a fun experience.
So it's like 9.30 now. They put the stuff in Oma's hair and now they're making the jelly. I imagined these things would be done by now. She just looked and was like - "you're writing in english". Anyway this will probably be my last entry for the day. Ate garlic-bread, half chips, one cheese pastry, potatoes and one sandwich. Mood... well I wasn't particularly depressed but still these are grim times for me. I'd say -1. A short visit might be good but eventually... to put it clearly I can't remain focused on this world for too long. Eventually my desire to slip away gets the best of me. Perhaps clarity and peace, for which I long, are... too painful for me to dare... bare. End of Entry.
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