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in case you doubt who is the best Parker out there. *razjebal*

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Ah, shit!

It all started with an offer to play a game. So, I played, and now I am level 150. I always loved playing computer games. I now do, but modern online games require the enormous amount of commitment if you really want to compete and learn how to play well. Now I'm slowing down. Enough is enough.

I want to be bald again. I have this ridiculous widow peak now, and it looks like it will eventually drag my forehead down. And why is it called so? Is it because a man stops giving a damn about what happens above his eyes after losing the loving one?

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Outskirts

I'm bad at keeping long-term promises. I began writing those grammar articles but stopped after the first one. Then I went to the village near Moscow and spent some time there eating only vegan food, using only rain water for washing, and taking shit into a bucket with sawdust. That was awesome. And now I'm back in my town with the strong wish of moving my school to Moscow. It's not gonna be Sydney or the bush, it's just a thought. Not a promise.

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They say ‘get well’. Okay then.

I met school friends and lost couple of teeth two nights ago. But in reality I just fell sick. I so don’t want this time to be like the last time when I couldn’t get up from my bed for a week. I brought home a Christmas tree then, already being a little bit under weather. That almost killed me. But that tree was good.

Now it’s the time for vitamin C!

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Last night when I slumbered I had a strange dream.

I really did. Two nights in a row I see dreams and remember them and can even retell them or at least give the cliff notes about what happened there.

Last night’s episode includes a long forgotten man, a stage director who I used to know and who somehow penetrated into my head strong enough to leave there the clear image of him that I bear with me all these years. I repeat the stories he told me when teaching myself. He had lots of them. In my dream he appeared tattered and fallen. He looked like a hobo with one of his hands bandaged. In reality he has one or two of his fingers lost, so the bandage was a sort of an Easter egg. He appealed to me in my illusion asking for something. I wasn’t sure he needed any help, but I was and I am positive that he complained about some unfairness, and I was ready to do something about that. Anything. Not sure if that worked out.

My second dream was about the importance of alcohol in people’s lives :D I’ll leave it like that, because that is a shitty topic for a discussion.

Now I am listening to old Soviet songs about space. They are not calling for beating The West in the space race, they are just romantic and can fit in any movie about teenagers exploring outer space. Wanna attach some. Can I do that?

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Compelled to do whatever comes at you?

First, I was shot last night in my dream. By some tough guy in elevator, who didn’t like my behavior during the daytime. So he shot me with his pistol in the elevator right in my head. I felt as my head would swell up, my eyes would close, or the lights just dimmed for me, and all I could do is make this moaning sound fading away till I hit the floor. I believe, that was the first time I ever died in my dreams. I literally felt the hole in my head! Gross.

Second, I put myself into something I didn’t really want to be involved in. I was given a task to write the number of articles on English grammar. It is now my job because of being a tiny bit more active than usual. If I were less responsive earlier and didn’t go deep into certain discussions, I wouldn’t have to do what I have to do now. But that is really cool, you know, to start something you don’t even think you can complete properly. The only thing, I am not the kind of a teacher you would ask to explain all the grammar rules. But I’m afraid now I am. And today is the day to start my writing. I was promised help and even active participation in my work from other people. But I’m thinking of rejecting the offer in order to see the full amount of work myself and to build my own set of steps. I would only be confused, if I had to deal with other people’s ideas.

Let the grammar begin! I guess.

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Let’s roll!

I’m thinking about turning this place into this warm and cozy corner where I will write stuff. I am going to practice my writing here. Writing is what I am not good at. I can beat you in hearing English speech, mr. native English speaker, or sometimes in speaking, mr. advanced English language learner. But writing is not what I am proud of. In fact, I have no idea whether I am good at it, because I do not practice at all. Time to change it for the better. Feel that? Do you? It’s spring coming. Yes, at its middle it’s still on its way to thrive in full swing here. 

This is it. This is what happens when I start. I run out of thoughts too fast. Can’t come up with ideas to continue the previous ones. Can’t make my written speech flow like a roaring mountain stream or at least like calm and quiet creek. But here I will not fill the space with just a random pic and a song. I want to write. Maybe I will learn to translate into English then and not only from the language.