A little piece of Friendship

I have many online friends. One just got flattered that I used his squirrel watching in my other blog.
"and it's fine to never name me
pls kthx. lol.
well, unless you gotta quote something i wrote
but let's not quote me. lol." -randomanonym 2014
Ha. Well sorry. I just guess I have those people who I just want to talk about here. You know, real life and online people you consider family. Yeah, one of them is this randomanonym. I neither know his face, nor his name yet he has helped me so much. There is also Kai, who won't let me meet up with him in London next week. There is my Chris, who made me feel special for the first time. Also Haro, Ina, Nicole and ton many friends who I just know through a screen. There are also the real life ones, although less. Dido, whom you know as DyoSoft, who was kind enough to actually link my blog on his site. My best friend since gindergarden, Maria(Mimi for short) and the dude who stalks me every day.
Did I spam enough?
Oh, random just updated his status.
Sigh.
I'll go get the ice cream .-.
Mon.21th.July
In a little room in Heaven

EDIT:
RANDOM'S ANSWER TO THIS BLOG ENTRY"
[19:32:45] Randyy~<3: PFFT
[19:32:48] Randyy~<3: PFFTTTT
[19:32:51] Randyy~<3: 8P

[19:32:53] Randyy~<3: and yus icecream

I like you, and so does me.

Schizophrenia is an interesting mentality. Don't you think so as well? I have been a schizophrenic ever since I remember myself. Honestly though, it all becomes easier when you get used to it. Or more of - learn to take advantage of it. Schizophrenia is a gift every artist needs. It's inspiration.
Have you ever wondered why many artists have mental illneses? We get our inspiration from them. And honestly, if you were to take schizophrenia from me, you would numb me.
Oh yeah.
Sun.20th.July
Where am I?
I don't know.
What's the time? It doesn't matter.

I nearly stepped on my new pet twice

Sat.19th.July
Somewhere near a lake in Bulgaria
After sorting life problems out with one of my online friends, he suggested me I go squirrel watching for my blog. Have you ever heard of people watching? Yeah, it's just like that but with squirrels. My mind set off swimming in extreme squirrel situations. But then again, if I don't get paid to sit in the park staring at squirrels with all those people around me I wouldn't really do it.
Then it came to me.
The best idea ever.
I decided that snail watching would be fun. You know, the slimey little fellows that eat your flowers and such? Yes, exactly them.
Luckily, it rained earlier in the morning so I went out and nearly stepped on a baby snail in front of my gate.
I took it and of course it immediately hid.
Going up to my room felt like forever, I was so excited to watch that snail.
Splendid.
It peeked out of its shell when I stopped to take a breath. It was adorable, a tiny little combination of dirt and only-we-chemists-know-what actually created a beautiful masterpiece of life.
Now, to everyone saying snails are boring - no. I watched it all day and I actually decided to keep it. It's 00:47am right now.
So while I am here typing, my new pet is eating some old iceberg salad.
Tell me again snails aren't cute.

Vanilla is a Colour

Fri.18th.July
Somewhere near a lake in Bulgaria
Did you know? Vanilla is actually a color. I didn't know that untill today as well. Some old lady was standing around the corner and she tried to sell me buttons. Of course she failed. But on the topic.
She saw that I won't buy the buttons and took one very big one out. It looked dirty yellowish with a tint of orange.
"This, my child, is a Vanilla-coloured button. It's a special one. Want to buy it? Only 50 stotinki it is!" she begged me. I wanted to get rid of her and so I bought the button.
When I got home I took my magnifying lense out. And what I found out was that it was actually a color different than any other. I compared it with some other things and realised the old lady was right. Maybe we should listen to old people more. Just my opinion.

The New Remedy

Fri.18th.July
Somewhere in Bulgaria
   You may wonder why I put this piece of information here. It's simple. As a person with a vague grasp on reality, I need to remind myself that I am here. Writing a simple date or location can help.
   And so, you would ask yourself why I am starting a blog. A friend thought it might help me. A remedy of some sort. He also thought it may be interesting, since I have schizophrenia. I don't know what mental illneses have to do with this. Maybe it's because I think differently?
-I don't know-
But anyway, I will not welcome you here. You came by your own choice and you may or may not stay by your own choice as well. I do not grant good content and lovely pictures. Thank you for the attention.