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Because I can

Reasoning my own actions for the people around me is one hell of a job. And it requires patience (something I really lack). “Why do you carry a water bottle with you?” “I need water.” “Why?” “It’s good for my body and skin.” “What’s wrong with your skin?” ” Nothing.” “So why do you carry that bottle with you then?” *sigh* “Because I can”.
“Because I can” is an equivalent of ‘I am sexy (=awesome) and I know it’. Arrogant, right? Right. When I first heard this saying I thought the guy was arrogant and full of himself. Actually he was and I liked that about him. Being able to do things just for yourself, just because YOU want it and can do it. I envied that. Growing up with all the DOs and DONTs I sort of forgot how to live just for myself. But then I learned the basic principles of Because I can.
Adults don’t get it, but youngsters always cheer my Because I can. “Why the f… did you spend 4 hours baking some cake?” “I like baking.” “Bake something simplier.” “I wanted to try out that recipe”. “Why this one?” Screw this… “Because I can. Because I can. Because I can.”
Because I don’t need a reason for doing things I like. I don’t need a reason for doing things. Period.
And tomorrow I am gonna spend an unreasonable amount of money on something I don’t need but really want. Because I can.

Yesterday sitting well wrapped in my wool blanket and trying to stop shaking at the temperature that seemed to be below the freezing point (+17 C actually) I thought why it is so that some of people seem to be happy all the time no matter what while others act like complaining is their favorite hobby (which is probably true). Hush you there, telling I am one of those later people. Well, I might be. Okay, I am (Now it’s your turn to deny it. Oh, come on…). Come to think, most of my reasons for unhappiness can be cured with a relaxing bath, a cup of mint tea and 8 hours of sleep. Tahdaaah! I found a happiness formula. I mean, who cares if it’s cold (the spring will take care of it) or if the boy doesn’t text me (I admit, I don’t even like him that much) or that I am not a rich heiress (who wants to be the next Paris Hilton? Not me!). These things come and go (Dear cold, please, go. Now!). Instead we should enjoy the snow (and snow angels, snowmen, snow war), earlier mornings and more and more light every day, long evenings with friends and mulled wine, old Italian movies and the smell of apple pie. Let’s be happy, shall we?

johnmayerpicspam:

“Somewhere a long the way; somebody or some group of people instructed us that it is possible to feel ok all of the time. That the human mind should normally behave appropriate at all times. And if there is any part of your day or week or month that falls short of feeling 100 percent; there is something wrong with you.

Let me tell you what happens to everybody, but they won’t talk about it. Because they feel that it’s only them. Everybody freaks out. I want to show you something. That’s a xanax. Point 5 milligrams. You know why I keep going back to my doctor for more? Not because I take them. Because I run them through the laundry. These do not go through my blood stream; these go through my plumbing. But I’ve got my point 5 in my pocket in case I freak the fuck out in front of all of you. If you want to freak out; freak out! If you feel like all the sudden you’re sick and you want to cry; go do it! Just everybody accept that everybody is going to freak out. Yeah, everybody’s going to freak out! You’re not going to be 100 percent all the time!

Let me make it easy for you. You’re going to freak out. You’re going to have at least one point a week that doesn’t feel right. But maybe it doesn’t feel so wrong if you know that it is something that is supposed to happen to you. It is the other side of being conscious and loving. That there are going to be times when you have to hit control, alt, delete. You might be walking through an airport, you might be having the time of your life. In fact, it’s more likely to happen during the best part of your life. You might sit down in Cabo, put your feet in the sand, crack open a Corona and whine. That’s you not letting yourself have a good time. And I know there’s somebody out there going, “I want to go to the bathroom and go home”. ME TOO! Nobody wants to go home more than me, and I gotta play on stage every night. So what I’m trying to say to you, is fight on.”

John Mayer ‘War OF My Life’ Live Camden, July 30, 2010

Random shots of Nov and Dec

Where did those months go? Who is stealing time from me? Whoever you are, please stop, I don’t have enough time already as it is.

30 Seconds to Mars show in Vilnius. First and last one. “Financially unprofitable”. The confetti was awesome (as was the performance). “Help, I am trapped in a fortune cookie factory” the one I caught says.

Lunch at work.

An extremely amazing One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.

Because in November I turned into “Drink all the coffee” meme. Especially at 2AM. After drinking several bottles of wine.

Visiting Belgian restaurant and trying out their darkest beer? So me.

A case of 20 books? No problemo! Just give me a month… A week? Oh. Bye, sleep.

Being a paparazi in Rotary Xmas party. Hello all the fancy food and drinks.

Christmas tree of the hometown…

…and of the other city.

Mulled wine and a piece of cake.

In addition to “my best friend the dog”, a friend also bought a tiny kitten. Cutest thing ever!

25 years ago this little piece of paper was give to my Dad to indicate that, yes, he indeed has a daughter now.

Snacks for our office Christmas party.

In the castle of Biržai, the beer history tour.

Allthecandy at work.

Last day before Christmas, off work early and not really eager to go home.

Wimbledon bear acting all inappropriately and taking too much of my desk space.

A recipe for red velvet cupcakes. Because I am too lazy to write it down and too stupid to remember it by heart.

I can(not) make sushi without the raw fish too

Ok, I’ll admit, the whole idea of sushi is to include some raw fish into the meal but eating anything raw doesn’t sound appealing neither to me nor to my friends. So in addition to rice, nori sheets and wasabi I usually use smoked salmon, crab imitation meat, avocado and cucumber, and sometimes tamagoyaki, which is an egg omelette (sort of) (most of the time I am just too lazy to make it).

Rinse rice, drain, cook, steam, prepare sushi vinegar (if you’re lucky as me and there is no prepared sushi vinegar found in the shop), mix the vinegar into the rice and let it cool down. Tadaah! you have your rice ready.

Place the rice on the nori, put wasabi (in my case - put loooooots of it) and the rest of the ingredients and roll the f out of it (if you’re making maki, of course).

Then cut the roll. That’s it. Obviously, you get more than three pieces of sushi.

Ok, now before you realized yourself, I’ll admit: I suck at rolling sushi. I need so much more practice. Like years of practice. But shush, my friends have no idea. To them I am still a sushi-rolling-goddess :D

Sherlock. Sherlock. Sherlock.

Hi, a fangirl here.

I am never this excited about anything (ok, that’s a lie. I am always excited about new albums by my fave bands *hint* John Mayer *hint*). BBC’s Sherlock is a perfection. Simple. Delicate. Funny. Amazing. Perfection. This is exactly how I envisioned it all when reading the stories as a little girl. All and much more. The facial expressions, the movements, language, relationships. Benedict Cumberbatch was born to play Sherlock.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, Steve Thompson for writing Sherlock just as Conan Doyle did. No some silly unnecessary playboy alter ego, no heavy drinking and getting himself into trouble for nothing. Just a pure brilliant mind. Does it get any better than this? No, it does not. No, it does not.

P.S. oh, wait, unless BBC gives us more than three eps this season. That would so much better.

Rumour has it

Growing up, being a teenager, later a student, I have never had encountered tittle-tattle. Neither of my girlfriends felt a need to gossip about anyone, we never talked behind anyone’s back and the world seemed somehow more sincere.

Right now I live in a small city, ~100k people. Everyone knows each other. We go to the same clubs and we work out in the same gym, we eat in the same cafes and shop at the same supermarkets. I still don’t feel any need to spread rumours. But apparently other people don’t have the same morals. A friend of a close friend is dating a friend of my best friend. Then a former ex girlfriend of a friend was dating a guy who is now dating my close friend. The guy badmouths a coworker of a friend, and the said coworker is also a neighbour of my coworker. It’s just one big mess, everyone feels like he or she knows something about someone and they just have to tell others.

I meet someone new and they have a preconception about me, because apparently some girl whom I have never met and never talked to said something about me. What is this? An effing kindergarten? I hate this so much. So so much. It feels like a Mexican soap opera. I don’t want any part in it.

Skype relationships

My gorgeous friend fell in love. With a guy who has a girlfriend. And yet, her and he spend 16 hours a day together. What’s the catch? They do it via skype. They work in the same building so it’s not a long distance relationship, they meet every day at the office but the rest of the day is spent on skype. She looks really in love though. “You can’t even imagine how much in common we have, Vita. We talk about everything. We brush our teeth together… on skype. We talk about kids and whether his last name would look nice with my first name. He is incredible.” I listen to her and nod. I know how the story goes. I had this. I went through all of this. Twice. How many times more will I have to repeat the same mistake until I realize it does not work. No buts.
I hope she will be the exception. And I secretely hope Microsoft will accidentally kill Skype. Just for the sake of naive girls like me. The end.