I forgot my password here, which was in fact incredibly intelligent, as much as a) accidental throwing away of jar with cut 20-zlotys and cleaning it by own hands (hey, there is such device as vacuum cleaner) b) destroying my little toy-microscope which I was using when I was 8, and probably more intelligent than now.

(that was an example of a long digression)

Anyway I lack new drawings (as they are huuuuuge and my scanner is dead), I have some photos from Firenze (I adore the Italian name. It sounds much better than Florence), and what is more terrific - I have poems! I promised myself one day that I will never write a poem, because they end up like....simply I cannot write good poems. But never say never.

Mood is circulating between being in love/being depressed from the same fact. Did I say something about teenage angst drama queen???

And International Baccalaureate. Hell....