Dear Optimists,
This is what’s going on with me these days:
I’m too tired to function (apparently SO tired that I accidently wrote ‘fuck’). Which is also why I’m using an old drawing of me being just as tired a year ago.
Just one of those weeks, right?
Love,
Nadia.
Dear Optimists,
Have you ever noticed your own reaction when you’ve seen a good movie? You can feel yourself changing into a better person, you’ve got all this energy you can’t wait to use, and you feel overly excited?
I got that feeling when I saw Eat Pray Love for the first time. It really changed me into something better; I wanted to travel, to live, to become a munk, and eat lots of gelati in Italy. I said to myself:
After I saw Fame, Step It Up 3D, Honey, and every freaking dance movie existing – I was like:
Every week, after watching Californication on Showtime, I turn into an upcoming author:
Unfortunately, I always end up like this:
What movie’s changed you recently?
Love,
Nadia.
Dear Optimists,
I think I’ve run into a brick wall. My mood is low and I seem to have trouble looking on the bright side of life. The ideas and happiness seems to have left me.
I’ve tried all the things that would normally get me into a better mood, but without any success.
Reading causes me to fall asleep. Which also happens to be the reason why I hate hardcover books. They hurt. 
Funny movies and awesome sitcoms don’t seem to affect me.
Drawing, which I love with all my heart, doesn’t make me smile as much as it used to.
(My drawing of an original painting by Павел Безруков for my cousin’s thesis on old men and football)
I even tried singing and dancing – something that ALWAYS works for me. These days it only seems to be working just for the moment. Which is better than nothing.
This is the only way of smiling I can do these days.
It could be the fact that I’ve been ill for the past month. Or that I have a shitload of oral exams this month that causes me to freak. But dear Optimists, what do you do when you hit rock bottom? What makes you smile?
Love,
Nadia.
Dear Optimists,
First of all, thank you for all the get-well wishes, the hugs and kisses. I hope I didn’t transmit a virtual cold or something to you.
But Jesus Christ, have I been ill. It’s like I caught everything possible. It started with a cold in the ears (seriously, that’s a thing… I expected my ears to sneeze or something interesting), then migraine, regular cold and ended with the flu.
People tend to do the weirdest stuff when they’re ill, don’t they? The days that should’ve been spend writing my dissertation I ended up hugging the toilet. I quickly figured out that tiles are very uncomfortable to lie on (surprise!), and ended up getting intimate with a bucket on the sofa under the covers instead. Buckets are way more comfy to rest your head on when you fall asleep…
Luckily, I had my boyfriend to take care of me, Mum was there when he was working, and close friends were ringing me every now and then to check up on me. I was on the verge of dying.
The fever is now gone and I’m starting to feel better. Or so I thought. When I looked myself in the mirror this morning, I saw this:
My face looks like a water balloon and I have a cronic duck face (like the ones you see on 14 years old girls on Facebook) – I laugh everytime I come near a mirror. I’m actually smiling on that picture, can’t you tell?
I can’t be the only pathetic, frail sick person out there, am I?
Love,
Nadia.
Dear Optimists,
I hope all of you Americans had a fantastic Thanksgiving! One day I’d love to experience a real Thanksgiving… hint, hint…
On with today’s post:
As you may have noticed on our facebook page, I’ve been “baby”sitting my Mum’s dog, Camma. She’s absolutely wonderful. Except in the morning…
She was dead asleep, so I decided to sleep some more. But I’d forgotten something…
The positive side of this story? Oh well, she got me out of bed and we went for a long walk for an hour and a half. Thing is, I would’ve slept in if it wasn’t for her.
Love,
Nadia.
Dear Optimists,
Gosh, how I love sleeping. Sleeping on text books, falling asleep to the telly, napping, oh I love it all.
I can fall asleep at any time of the day. Literally. But for the last couple of nights I’ve experienced trouble falling asleep. Could it be full moon? I don’t know.
We (yes, we) have tried everything to knock me out at night. Nothing’s worked. Until I came up with the most brilliant idea ever:
I stole his snore. Problem solved.
Love,
Nadia.
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