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about summer vocations and leaving tomorrow

  I'm a 4th year student already. (Oh my Gosh, 4th year? ) If you weren't lazy at school you can count that I've already had three summer-vocations being a student. I don't take into consideration the summer vocations when I was a schoolgirl, because I want to finish this blog today.
First of all I would like to inform that during my studies I live far from parents, it means that I'm eager to visit them whenever I can. So summer is a good time to leave that hot and dusty city, to find my calm in the countryside, to help them a little (I'm not fond of working all the time) and to have rest. Summer came, exams are over, Hi Mom, Hi Dad, your daughter has arrived, pay the driver. (Yep, I prefer to buy chocolates for parents and never keep money for taxi-pay).
Now it's time for confession. While preparing for modules, I always dream about free time, sitting in the fresh air, with a coffee cup (that's essential) and reading...reading...reading again. I think I'll go home, I'll wake up early in the morning (okay, at 7:00am, no, please, at least at 8,okay, 8), I'll go for jogging, then I'll help mom, then it's the dreamed free time: read as much as you want. Now about the reality: I come home, I wake up at 10-11, I help mom just a little bit, then take the coffee cup (I told you that it is essential) and sit in front of computer: blogging, watching movies, TV-shows, FRIENDS, okay, summer is over, it's time for packing, Good bye Mom, Good bye Dad, pay the driver.

  This summer was a little bit different though. Even didn't noticed how it came to the end, and how I'm leaving tomorrow. Anyway, this one is different because I don't want to leave, I won't write my whole life here (it doesn't matter that I'm a real chatterbox, Okay Lilit, It's enough), but I swear, I would stay here at least for September. (Oh, a song came to my mind ) That city ejects me. I don't want to be there again. 
Not to finish this blog so negative, I should say that I do want to know how it feels being a 4th year student. So, bye-bye Summer, thanks for being so disgusting. Welcome lessons, hope you aren't going to be another summer for me. :) 

About the way that brought me from the past


-Hey. It's me. Will you, please, let me in? I'm so tired of this way. Never think that it was the easiest way. Believe me, it was the hardest. The way, which brought me here. It brought me to you. It brought me to the present, from the past. It's like a time machine, which is always met in science fiction. I'm here, and maybe you will think that I'm from a fantasy-movie. No, I'm not. Actually I would like to be from a movie. From the one, where the girl dies at the end, and the boy goes on living always having her in his mind and in his heart. Are you so romantic to call your daughter after me? Okay, don't change the impression on your face, you aren't obliged to do that. Would you have time to listen to my story, the story of the way, which, by the way, brought me from the past, and brought me to you?

There are doors on the both ends of the way. The first one is the door of my home, the last one is this door-the door of your house. My door was green. If you remember, my house was called ՞the purple one with the green door՞. Yeah, I closed that green door, left the past in there, in my home, and started the trip to the present. I locked the door with my yellow big key and put it in my pocket. Can you guess? It's not with me now. I threw it in the river called FREEDOM. Yeah, on my way, which, by the way, brought me to you from the past, I met that river-"River-Freedom". I threw my key in it without even kissing it for the last time. If you are interested how I crossed the river, I would tell you that there was a stone. It was named "BELIEF". So the stone helped me, then I found a stick-"HOPE", and crossed the river. You know, my clothes are still wet, there is still water of the Freedom on me. But that wasn't the hardest part of my trip. Did you know that there is a huge mountain on the way? I guess you did, because you had to climb it every time coming to my purple house with green door. Do you know how it is called? 
-Yeah, you've always been clever, PRIDE. When I was on the top of it, I would dream to throw myself in the Freedom and never get out of it. It turned out I'm so brave, to forget about the Freedom and overcome that PRIDE-mountain. In the end, I'm here, I knocked your yellow door, by the way it has the color of my ex-key. The way is over, but in your sky-blue house  I find the present. Let's start a new trip to the house called "the half purple-half sky-blue house with half green-half yellow door". I'm sure that the future is there, hiding from us.
-Sure. Have a sit. :)

About silence and me as a chatterbox

One of my most favourite writers once said "Communication is the best thing that could ever happen in this world" or sth like this. Actually I'm not very good at learning things by heart. Being a schoolgirl I was good at that senseless thing but then sth happened with my memory. Maybe it's overfilled now with not so essential things. I wish my brain had the button "delete" to replace those things with more important material. Whatever, that will stay as a dream, and I'm going to talk about really different subject.
First of all I will tell you why I started this blog. You know, I'm a little chatterbox. I like jabbering. Maybe sometimes I make the people around me get tired of me. I know many of them would like just shut my mouth or the door of the room and leave it. Many of them have told me just to be silent for a while, but that is sth I really can't do, because silence is like a stone in my mouth. I can't sit without talking, I hate silence. And as it says in one of the best songs "silence like a cancer grows". Even the song is called "the sound of silence". Even silence doesn't like to be silent. It wants to sound. It wants to be heard. Being alone I also like to listen to the sound of silence (not the song). You won't believe but I also like silence but only when I'm alone for a while. So, not to bore the people around me, not to stay alone, I started to blog just to share my thoughts in this way. They'll read when they want, and my voice (which I hate, because it seems to be a voice of a 6 years old kid) won't make them to shut the door and leave. This a great chance to share your thoughts without disturbing anyone.
Then why in English? I wrote some blogs in Armenian but I'm just a little bit dissapointed. Here in Armenia blogs aren't common. People will write tons of statuses on Facebook instead of having blogs. They won't open the link of your blog you have shared, but if you write the same thing as a status, they'll hit like, they'll leave comments. Lazy people. :D So, having many foreign friends, who really like reading, who are interested in my thoughts, (they haven't managed to get bored at my voice or me-talking-all-the-time) I decided to go on having blog in English this time. I'm not sure that I'll write only in English but sometimes I'll try to have interesting facts and stories to share.
So this is jast the beggining as it's said in all the commercials or advertisements. I do hope that it'll have a very good continuation. Good luck me and you. All the comments are highly appreciated.

P.S. the writer I just quoted is Antoine De Saint-Exuperyéry

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