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Got tagged by Cony:D Thanks mate>:D<

Name (not mine. fanfic name): Runa

4-letter words: road, rain, rude, rail, root, roof...and the list can go on

Guy names: Robert, Randy (don't ask!), Rod (as in Stewart), Ralph, Rudolph, Ray (as in T-Ray), Rashid, Rambo=))=)) (how many am I allowed to write dudes?), River (as in Phoenix), Rushie (as in Salman. Btw Nana, I've found Midnight's children at the library:D)

Girl names: Raakel, Rhyna, Raisa

Occupation: redneck=)). kidding. erm:-? (w)riter:D

Colour: red

Something to wear in the near future: radish-shaped earrings

Food name: raspberries

Something you find in the bathroom: Role of toilet paper

A place: Rhodos, Road to Hell (though it's a big freakin' highway), Rio de Janeiro,

Reason for being late: rash=)) (as in siphilis), road-under-construction? (guys, this is getting a bit weird)

Something you would yell: Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuun! (not really. it just popped into my head)

Movie name: Return of the King (LoTR),

Something to drink: Rasputin (ex-vodka)

Band: the Roxettes

Animal: Rat

Street name: Revolutionary Road

Car Brand: Rambler=))=))=)) (obviously too much Life with Louie)

Song: Rock you like a Hurricane (Scorpions), Rise up (Bob Marley), Rivers of Babylon (Boney M), Rasputin (Boney M), Remember when it rained (Josh Groban), Read my mind (the killers)

Maria, you got tagged:D

The Poop Appreciation Letter

Is it wrong to have a poo thankfulness? I mean not like a thankfulness-thankfulness...more of an appreciation. Okay, we all know poo is a gross, brown (most of the time), cylinder-shaped ( most of the time), piece (that's also most of the time) of garbage. But poo can be so much more. It can make people happy. Have you ever noticed that after you poop, you still sit there for at least 30 seconds surrounded by the smell of your creation? Maybe that happens because your body is relieved and has to rest after such hard pushing, but you still sit there thinking: I did it (*smile* - happy). It's out and I won't have to worry about poopping for another 24 hours.
And you know what else? When people tell their or other people's poop stories (like, he ate something bad and while he was climbing the rock wall, he couldn't hold it in, so he just...expressed himself) you laugh. And when you are in an emergency (poopwise) and you are in the middle of a forest, with no toiletpaper and you poop this disgusting pool of brown stuff and u have to wipe yourself and you use leaves (or you just don't wipe cuz ur hardcore or you live in the forest with hardcore people) and then it's over and you never forget that traumatising experience and after a million years, you remember those quality times spent with your poop and you laugh. Or when somebody really needs to poop and he keeps farting smelly bombs, you protest and then laugh at them.
In conclusion, dudes, love your poop 'cause obviously he loves you when he makes you laugh:)

The story of my swimming

If you've read my "things-to-do-before-i-die" list ;)), then you obviously know that I want to go to the 2012 Olympics.....to SWIM, people, not to watch! I know deep down that i'm probably never going there, but let's just not burst the bubble for now and, instead, allow me to tell my story (which, by the way, is not that cool so don't expect anything).
So, my story begins with my Grandpa (which I love and respect for what he did) who used to take me to the "23 August" Park, and we always passed the swimming pool. And one day, he decided to take me inside. I was 5 back then. I obviously liked it, and so, people around me agreed to take me to swimming lessons:D (very good idea!). I went through my first year hanging on to the lane crying in agony=))=)). My second year wasn't that bad. One day, another coach (a lady, this time) saw me swimming. The next day, my grandpa and I went to see her and while they were talking, i played on the side of the pool. I remember a girl holding out a hand and me grabbing it, and the next thing I know, I'm kicking at the water, fighting for a fresh breath of air=)) (the girl actually became one of my friends there). So the lady took me under her protective wing and taught me most of the things I know now. She used to sit with my Grandpa and my parents, while I struggled to finish my 400 m freestyle, and tell them: "Not Diana Mocanu, not Carmen Bunaciu (romanian swimmers) will ever be as good as her. She is Olympic Gold" =))=))=)) Yeah, okay people, I'm not boasting, or anything, but that's what she used to say:">. And I was actually getting better and better. I went to my first competitions, even though I was too young to enter (they faked my age =))=)) ). I won some of them, but usually lost most of them. When I reached the LEGAL age, I started winning more. But, now, there was something in the way: school. Because I went swimming everyday (sometime twice a day), I didn't have enough time to do my homework, so in the end, it was either School or Swimming. Obviously, the choice had to be school, so goodbye Olympic gold, or whatever. I stopped swimming entirely. After 2 years or so, I decided to go swimming again, but I had lost most of my fitness, so I just floated aimlessly and sometimes helped my coach with the young (screaming) kids.
Now, I'm working on getting back on the track. Obviously, I suck now, but maybe one day...

Okay, I'm aware that this story sounds kinda dramatic, but it's not that bad:)) swimming is, and will always be the coolest, the bloody brilliant-est, most amazing sport I know. THE END

Me wants, but me will probably never get

Okay, so this is a very long (way too long) list of thing I want:


- i want a chocolate fountain (preferably a belgian-chocolate one)


- i wanna be able to taste all the chocolate in the world without getting fat or having to choke back vomit


- i want elvish pointy ears


- i want a shiny Volvo


- i want a Jacob Black, an Edward Cullen (i know the first two are overrated, but they are simply awsome), a Johnny Depp, a George Clooney that i could hand over to Nana (hopefully she'll get over him sooner that way ;)) ), a Mark Sloan (this one I would be able to share with Nana for a while), an Alex Karev, an obvious Owen Hunt, the ashes of River Phoenix, and they could all sit together and chat among themselves while I desperately put my fist in my mouth and scream at the sight of them in my house! (got that?)


- i wanna wake up every day to chocolate pancakes


- i wanna climb Everest, K2, Seula Grande, and another very long list of bloody brilliant mountains


- i wanna meat Bob Marley and sing (even though i'm a crappy singer and he's long dead) Three little Birds


- i want my own room-sized closet full of hippie cloths


- i wanna tour the world with my freinds on either motorcycles or bicycles (something ending with "-cycles" anyway)


- i wanna smoke pot and get high


- i wanna swim in the 2012 Olympics


- i wanna inhail helium from a helium balloon


- i wanna sit on the edge of my sidewalk and make mudpies, like in the good old days


- i wanna stay 15 forever (well, I think i could get used to 16 or 17 or 18-cause you get to travel more)


-i wanna get a tattoo on my back (chill people, only a little one) (or like Nana said, "a scar that implied no pain")


- i wanna learn how to swordfight


- i wanna drive a huge truck (with kitschy CDs hanging from the mirror)


- i've already found my wedding dress, but i wanna hope it will still be there 10 years from now



- i wanna fly a heliopter



- i wanna draw like MC Escher



- i wanna shout out peacefully \v/



- i wanna be able to speed up my life from time to time



- additionally to that last one, i wanna be able to slow down my life from time to time



- i wanna have superpowers, preferably water-powers



- i wanna (desperately wanna) learn ASL (american sign language, people)



- i wanna get through high school and still be alive and kickin' (i'm not really that emo, but i have my moments :D)



- i wanna "live fast and die young" (well, not very young, but I don't want to be a pain in the butt for others)



- right now, i wanna laugh....hysterically and at nothing in particular.



- i want green eyes



- i wanna be able to write something truely philosophical.



- like Nana said, I wanna be able to finish writing something at all. (fanfic, book, whichever)



- i wanna be part gypsy, part native american, part english, part romanian (just for the experience of it and the thought that no one can actually guess what you are saying when you are abroad), part german (cause they're perfect), part elven and part alien.



- i desperately wanna see my Sistah and Person this summer!!!!! ( I will have to edit this one, after I've seen them. Good thing i didn't number my "wants")



- i'm not going to say the "S" word, cause you (meaning Nana, Cony and Maria, so I ask the others to ignore this burst of hormons) know i'm thinking about it too much.



- now i'm going to end with a big cliche and say: "I wanna rule the world"


- i wanna say I'm done:D



know this probably sounds like my Will, or like a Things-to-do-before-i-die list, so I hope you enjoyed it:D, cause this is like an insight to my freakiness.