July_the_19th

Lysh vona lysh vona, sydityme sumna, bude pyty, ne pyanity, vid deshevogo vyna...

Ne znaju pochenu, v golovu prishla eta pesnia

Menia razdrazhaiut dni, kogda s utra vyxodnoj, kogda s vechara zaplaniruesh vstat v 8 utra, pobegat pokupasta ili xotiaby na velika poezdit, a podnimaesh svoju zadnicu v 12, i to tolko potomu, chto ktoto zvonit.

Razdrazhaiut ludi, kotorym pofig na uborku v kvartire, razdrazhaet kogda ne znaesh kak postupat v takix situaciyax, potomuchto samomu ne vpadlo ubrat, no nelzia zhe tak zhit vse vremia, ... a esli vsem ostalnym pofig.

Razdrazhaet eshe to, chto nekotorye ludi mogut vlijat na moe vnurennee sostojanie. Eto sovsem ploxo, chto ya pozvoliaju sebe raskisat po pustiakam...

Razdrazhaet neopredelennost. Kak eto doveriat Bogu na 50%. Kak to nechestno i dvuliko.

Nazyvajte eto kak xotite, eto veshi, kotorie mne ne nraviatsia seichas.

A chto eshe, eshe u menia ukrali fotik, kotorim fotografiroval fotografii na independence day. Tot bolshoj Olympus, dannyj mne bossom na letnee polzovanie. Menia tak raduet to, chto etot fakt ne povlijal na tot mir, kotoryj vnutri. KOnechno, emocii perepolnili na vremia, srazu nachal vsex i vsya podozrevat, pereryl veshi vsex zhivushix so mnoj, za chto potom spravedlivo poluchil po golove. Vek zhivi vek uchis. Potom podumal, chto tak ili inache, priydetsia podnapriachsia, i otdat nachalniku denuzhku. Potom pogovoril s Patrikom. On skazal, chto will take care of it. Nu vobshem ya po suti nichego ne poterial, zato mnogomu nauchilsia. V otnoshenijax ludej.

Ezdili opyat na Assateague s nochevkoj. V etot raz na avtomobile i s 4 litovkami. Vrode dazhe otdoxnuli. Koni tam klassnie, no esli xochetsia poest i oni eto uvidiat, nazyvaetsia Do svidanija! Pol chasa prishlos ix otgoniat. Fotki delali, kak dostanu - poveshu suda.

Eshe na rabote. Est ludi, kotorym ya myagko govoria ya nenavisten. Nu opyat zhe, vo pervyx sam vinovat, A vo vtoryx eto u menia v golove, toestl, ya dumaju, chto ya im nenavisten. I u etix ludej poluchaetsia ubrat ulybku na moem lice. Da, oni vyshe menia, dolshe rabotajut. No kogda oni govoriat chtoto sdelat, a ty poniamesh chto eto izza togo, chto oni xotiat pokazat, chto oni vyshe tak ne xochetsiia. A nado. Vot eto i meshaet, nado nauchitsia prosto ispolniat, tem bolee eto budet ix otvetstvennost potom. A svoim licom pokazuvaja, naskolko ya "Hochu" eto sdelat ya vse tolko usugubliaju. Nado libo pogovorit ob etom, libo delat chto govoriat.

Nu vot takoj pereskaz poluchilsia. Chut chut obo vsem.

Maks

Independence day

Celebration, excitement, joy... Just a regular day. Pretty windy. No business is going on. Scheduled to come at four. Sleepy. Made myself to wake up. WANTED IT DIFFERENTLY. Wanted to runaway somewhere. Spend some quiet time with God, thinking, reading. (Thats called comunicating i guess). Took a bike and rolled out of ocean city. Enormous amounts of traffic were heading Rt.50 bridge, one of the main vessels, connecting the resort and big land. Don't know, i think it does not worth staying 2 hours in a trffic jam. Well, everyone has different taste : )

Found a quiet place, seemed to be peaceful. A road to the forest. Turned there. Can't express feelings. That smell, peace. It was so quiet. Just seconds from highway. One minute... construction, houses, little lake, machines...

-Hey!

... going further ...

-Hey!!!

Turned around.

-Can I help you?

-Just riding bike, exploring. Is it private property?

-Yes It is!

-Sorry!

Had to go back to highway. There is no place to comunicate with Him, it is inside. But, eventually, it is easier to stop in a quiet place.

"In the secret, in the quiet place..."

Stopped 10 minutes later on a corn field.

Had to go to work @ four. Bought a watermelon, to celebrate with my rmmates. In the evening cooked plov (ukrainians, and slavic-integrated people know what i mean). Guys i live with started to argue, who will be the first to eat it. But for me. For me it is time to give and not expect anything back. I mean to learn to do so. Cause it still sucks. Somewhere inside you wait, that they will do sth cool for u in responce. So, why did you cooked that. Don't ever try to do it again, if u xpect sth back. Better to do it just for myself then...

No fireworks today. Too windy.

Fireworks tomorrow. On the fifth. Nothing special.

-Do fireworks in ur country got shapes - Sarah asked.

-We got no fireworks in our country : ( - we replied.

They were the same as in our city, on independence day. Sometimes ours are even pretier.

For me it was interesting to observe ppl, gathered on the beach, waiting. Waching.

Our studio stopped to operate for half an our. Everyone wanted to get that piece of excitement. Well, they did. And it lasted for ... few more hours : ) Well, two hours of traffic, half an hour of show, few hours of good mood. Great deal. But again. We re different, and for some reason fireworks not much fun for me : )

Then the 4800 mAh battery on my bosse's camera died, and we went to a party. One more hour in the car, and we made those 28 streets to my friend's house. For me besides some comunication expirience (when ppl get drunk comunication sucks), it was good pancake expirience. I did some for us. They were good, and good thing, i know how to handle a pan with liquid pancake on it. (One guy said they are called scraps instead of pancakes, cause they're so thin). Anyway when most patying ppl got drunk, 5 of us went to Denny's, to eat some cheeseburgers, and to go on comunicating. It was something like observing drunk Mr. P expressing himself, discussing it, eating, and going home. So, at 6 i was home, ready to sleep.
But... somebody joied us, and a sleepy body was lying on my piece of bed : (. Lucky me, Kate and Irina were leaving for work, so i had some thing instead : ).

That was a little review of July the 4th 2007.

Max