The worst thing about having both rich offline and online lives is actually being able to keep up with everything, not forget stuff (or even worse: PEOPLE!), be well-organised and not mess things up...says someone with about 500 emails waiting to be replied to. And then people who are just plain bored nudge you on MSN and wonder what on Earth have you been doing in case you have not responded to each single messages within, like, twenty seconds.
The week behind me was important, in many ways. I realised how nasty I was to some people in the past with no reason, and they cared about me. And they still do. I re-united with a bunch of online friends whom I have ditched or forgotten for no real reason and I'm still trying to figure out if I would forgive them if they were me and if I was the one doing it. And I realise that tolerance is a good thing. If one thinks something in the lines of "Iva is having some weird shit going on, she'll be fine sometime, until then I shall be here" then yes, they're tolerant. Having said that, I hope the remaining ones will forgive me, too...unfortunately, I also have not called one of my closest offline friends, I don't even know if she got my lame birthday e-card 2 months ago.
And what else happened? I bumped into three highschool mates and a bunch of elementary school ones on the Facebook. I've added them all and so far all but one who's not around at the moment have added me back. Then I figured out I'd search for my mates from the animated movies workshop and I found two of them. Both of them have been in USA ever since after the NATO bombing. And they were more than delighted that I remember them, which was the most heart-warming moment of the week, absolutely.
Other than that and having gone for a quick drink and a walk with one of my closest friends on Friday, I'm still spending the most of the time cleaning my room.
Last week we threw the old mirror out and it's in the basement now, waiting for better days and more space. People say that it is not good for one's luck to have a broken mirror around, anyway. I don't know. Broken or not, mirrors have always been inspiring me to write. The novel I am almost ashamed to continue writing is based on a story which has a little, little bit in common with Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There by Lewis Carol and two Paulo Coelho's novels I like very much: On The Banks Of River Piedra I Sat And Wept and Veronika Decides To Die. And the mirror was triple. I was seeing three copies of myself and I simply couldn't have been alone. I remember standing on the opposite side of the room with my friend Zoka when we were little, enjoying how there were six other little girls looking at us from the other side. And, during spring 1999, I was afraid of mirrors, because I had some dream where I looked into the mirror and saw a skeleton looking back at me and a rather haunted voice said that, when the same thing happens in reality, I will be killed in bombing. Strangely enough, just after the whole horror ended, Chemical Brothers' video for Hey Boy, Hey Girl got into heavy rotation on both MTV and Viva. And there was David Bowie's Look Back In Anger as well.
So, the new item in the room is a computer table. I never had a computer table before, so I am still amused by the sliding extension for the keyboard and mouse. That's right, at the age of 24. And my poor mahagoni desk is not weeping under the weight of the monitor anymore. I could actually study at it. Writing? Nah, I prefer to write in bed for some reason.
Either way, I shall post photos of my re-organised room when I'm done with the desk and the corner where the TV is.