Worms and Books

This weekend is ending. Thank Goddess, I am tired, weary and sick like dog.

After small leson How To Play Biliard my ego is the size of nut.
Not pretty.
Never thought that it will be sooooo hard to play. but it was nice.
In masochistic viewpoint.

(my little inner devil is somehow happy that the big macho men there had been making manyyyyy mistakes like me *cough*nearly killing friend with ball...)

My last notebook vs present time notebook. Ehm. Everybody has his own kinks. Mine is graphomanic one.

...was my english teacher.
now i really have to admire her trying to teach us dunderheads somethinnnng about english. read something i wrote maybe 5 years ago.
it was so horrible that she should got more money or gifts, cos i wasnt the only one with shitty english in my class. wonder how could she stay sane after 15 shitty works that had to be graded....

so this is later decision that i should learn how to write.
(reading is oka, i think, out there is enough fanfictions which hold my interest, talking is tabu...emg).
and tool to it will be lj.
*buahuhaaa*
somehow hysteric laugh. *cough*

writing *diary* in english is tought. but will try for sanity of my ex teacher and my own. everyone have to *cough* speak english. its international. (pity that my language isnt, the world would be cryinng bitter tears on its difficulty XD)