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Aug. 18th, 2010

The tale of the sleepless sleeper.

Well, as it is Wednesday today, I have no article to write, but I want to share my story with you... The tale of the sleepless sleeper.

It started in the night, at around 2 or 3 o'clock, I am not sure, didn't bother checking at all. I returned with my brother from outside, being totally drained out of fatigue. All I wanted to do was to lie down, close my eyes and drift in dreams, in order to restore my energy. My brother had the same thing in mind, so he changed his clothes and dropped on the bed, without even bothering to go to the bathroom or turn off the lights. Once I made sure that the door was locked and that my clothes were tidily placed on the chair, I lied down and hugged my pillow, getting comfortable. I felt my eyelids dropping heavily and I was sure that in less than 15 minutes, even I, a person that needs her time in order to fall asleep, would fall into a deep slumber. And yes, I felt my body getting numb, the silence was embracing me and I was close to stepping into the other world, a world that I control in many ways.

Darkness... The numbness started to take all over me, but then something decided to break the tranquility.

It was like a bear growled, it was like a chainsaw chopped a tree, it was a sound I couldn't really identify, but it was loud. It was so loud that it kicked my sleepiness away. I opened my eyes. The sound stopped. I clung to the pillow, lowered my head and closed my eyes again.

It was nothing, I said to myself. I felt my body getting heavy again. I smiled and got ready to drift into dreams.


I opened one eye. Silence. I changed my position and tried to trace the source of the sound. I stayed there, waiting, not even bothering to force myself sleep. One minute passed, maybe two, when I heard the sound again.


When I saw where it was coming from, I opened my eyes widely.

"No fucking way." I muttered. The vicious growl was repeated. I raised my body a bit in order to look at him better.

It wasn't a bear, it wasn't a monster, it was my brother, lying on his back, snoring so loudly that the walls shook.

"Damn!" I shouted. I didn't get a response.

"Brother, turn to the side!" I shouted, increasing the volume of my voice. He groaned and turned to the side. I sighed.
"That's more like it." I said and turned to sleep. I was sure that the entire story would end at that point. My belief was close to be true. I was half asleep when I realized that yes, I will sleep.


My cheeks flushed with anger and without thinking much, I launched the pillow at him.
"Shut up!" I shouted and dropped on the bed.


"I surrender, I surrender! I'll go sleep in the yard!"

But it's fucking cold in the yard.

"Nevermind." I got up and took another pillow, lied down and buried my face in it. Silence. Maybe I'd sleep after all.

How much time passed? Was it 20 minutes, or 30? I didn't even know anymore, I didn't bother checking my watch. All I know is that I was almost asleep, this close!


I raised my head and looked at him. At that moment, I grabbed my watch from the chair and looked at it.

You have to be fucking kidding me.

5:30 am

I turned my head. I wouldn't give up. This wasn't much about my rest anymore. It got personal. I also got a headache by the entire story. I had to sleep. I yawned loudly and hugged the pillow again. Silence. Oh precious silence. I wish you could last forever. But no, that wouldn't happen that night, because he started snoring again. I covered my head with the pillow and grunted.

Give me a break.

Nah, he couldn't listen to me. If he would be able, then he'd listen to his own snoring and then he'd wake up, giving me a bunch of minutes to fall asleep, so that I wouldn't listen to his noisy breathing, snoring, whatever!

The rest of the night rolled the exact same way. I just kept on turning around in my bed, being unable to do something about the noise.

10:30 am

He opened his eyes and stretched, yawning. I looked at him with red eyes, completely exhausted.
"Brother, can I ask you a favor?" I asked. He nodded his head.
"Can you sleep on your stomach the next time? You sound like a tractor when you snore." I said.
"Oh, was I snoring again?" He asked.
"Yes. Surprised?" I asked.
"I am sorry. You should have poked me." He said. I froze.

Why wasn't poking in my options from the start? I didn't say anything.

"I'll go get a coffee. See you later. Good morning." He said and headed off. I dropped on the bed and closed my eyes. I would sleep. Better late than never. My eyelids got heavy, I couldn't even open my eyes anymore. The numbness took over my body and yes, I felt that I would finally rest.


I opened my eyes. Would I sleep after all? I guess not.

Well then, fuck you, fuck you very much.

I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth and dealt with it. No sleep for me, no sleep.

And that's the end of the story. The message is simple. Don't let noisy people sleep in the same room with you. Word!

Feb. 28th, 2010

Sunday, bloody Sunday. [Backstabbing, Earthquake, Bullshit]

Good day people. I am Nancy R. and this is the Crimson Column. This week passed and I actually didn't have something to talk about. I am lucky though. I've got my subject on Friday. Let's start.

The subject this week is BACKSTABBING!

You may ask me if I have enemies. Of course I don't have enemies. When I have such friends I don't need enemies. They're better than my worst enemy at plotting my demise. You may think I'm paranoid, but it's true. You know that enemies stab you from the front, when friends do it from behind. So, once again, I feel I am right. My instinct is never wrong after all. You can ask everyone that knows me. Still, I keep wondering what would happen if I hadn't moved away. I think that I wouldn't be popular online. Yeah, that would suck. But yeah, I am not popular offline right now. That sucks even more and not in a good way. Since I've moved away I try to be social and stuff, but in the end, socializing sucks. I prefer this nameless, faceless experience. At least this can lead somewhere. Trust me, the internet is dangerous, but you can also find some good stuff, if you have the courage to search. I had it. But in order to get back to the subject, I will give a piece of advice. Never trust anyone. I am not doing it, so the strikes aren't that strong. It still hurts to know that I am so not popular. The knife still reaches the bone and I know. Society rejected me.

On another note, I am going to Prague and Berlin. March 15th I am leaving, so I'll buy my camera and part of the equipment. Here comes the professional work baby.

What else should I write?

Oh yes, I have one more subject. People think that I don't care about what happens in the world, just because I don't watch TV, but I can tell you something. I have Twitter. This means that I am still getting informed about what happens in the world. (is tuned with CNN)
Yesterday I've learnt something really bad. There was an earthquake in Chile and now the 1/4 of the world is in danger of tsunami. That is insane! I mean, 8.8 magnitude???? Strongest earthquake ever. I really hope that not many people died in this. The tsunami sounded like worst news though. Nature's wrath strikes. I really hope that my friends in NZ, Australia and Japan are ok. I am worried sick about them. I read that the tsunami is cancelled, but I am not biting that. Not at all. I'll keep watching till I go to sleep, so that I'll be able to not worry that much. I mean, I am starting to believe that the world will be destroyed on 2012. I've been studying for nothing. *facepalm*

Speaking about media, I've noticed that a specific channel here does nothing but show bullshit. I mean, they've been stalking a specific couple for weeks! People are dying. They broke up. I don't give a shit. For real. WIll Greek television ever grow up? I guess not. But for real, the earthquake on Haiti occurred, now the earthquake on Chile and **** Channel (bleeps out the name) is still talking about that couple. I mean, my mom got a divorce too. Why don't the cameras chase her? That's not fair. After all, our story is more interesting. It includes a father that doesn't pay anything for his kids and a whore. I think I should have bleeped that out too. Let's try again. It includes a f***er that doesn't pay anything for his kids and a whore. *stares* Whatever. *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* *throws it away* But yeah. Sorry lady, but I don't give a shit about your divorce. I'd rather know if Uruha is alive and away from danger, than watch you and your ex eating sushi. You can hate me if you want.

I want a video editing software btw. Comment your suggestions.

Last subject. I've watched one more show this Friday, before going out. It's called "I want to change" I think. I found it merely ridiculous. Wanting to change is silly. There was this one girl and the ladies that were helping her change made her remove her anime posters. I mean, what the fuck! I'd rather stay single for the rest of my life than stop doing something I love, for example, listening to J-Rock, read yaoi fics or watch lesbian porn! I am not going to change for anyone. I love myself. Oh, yes, I forgot. This show is for people that don't love themselves. That explains a lot.

That's all, I think. Here comes the question of the week.

What do you want to do before YOU die?

I have the feeling that I asked this before.

Just in case I did, I'll ask a second question.

Do you want to change anything about yourself?

Post your answer in the comment section below.

This was the Crimson Column. I am Nancy R. and I'm rejected by society. That's why I'm blogging for people that will definitely show more attention to me. Love you all. Have a nice week. See you on Sunday.

N. V. Crimson. Out.

Jan. 14th, 2010

Crimson Column: New Start

Well, just like last year, I decided to dedicate some of my time to write articles about several stuff that disturb me or interest me.

This is the Crimson Column, or copyrights reserved (hah, like someone would try to steal the idea).

Soon I'll probably have a Youtube channel so that you'll watch me. I dunno if you'll want to watch it though lol.

If you want to read my articles, add me as a friend. New articles will be posted every Saturday.

Send questions or subjects as a message on LJ or my address nerissa_crimson_aod@hotmail.com

Catch you later folks. Let's make it fun.

N.V. Crimson. Out.

May. 30th, 2009

Writer's Block: Multilingual

How many languages do you speak?
4. Greek, English, German and Italian.

Apr. 2nd, 2009

For the Greeks.

Ίσως για άλλη μια φορά να παρεξηγήσετε τα λόγια μου. Να σας πω την αλήθεια, δεν με νοιάζει. Ποτέ δεν με ένοιαξε τι σκέφτεστε για μένα. Όμως θα ήθελα μόνο ένα πράγμα. Στο Ναύπλιο ζούσα με διαφορετικό τρόπο απ'ότι εσείς εδώ. Έτσι έμαθα, έτσι μεγάλωσα, και έτσι επέλεξα να ζήσω και να φέρομαι. Εκεί, ο καθένας κοιτάει την δουλειά του. Εκεί, ο καθένας έχει τα δικά του προβλήματα, ο καθένας επιθυμεί να καλύψει τα δικά του λάθη. Φυσικά, δεν ήρθα να σας αλλάξω τους τρόπους και τις συνήθειες σας, αλλά περιμένω και από εσάς να μην προσπαθήσετε να αλλάξετε τον δικό μου τρόπο ζωής. Στο Ναύπλιο κανείς δεν κάθησε να ασχοληθεί με την σεξουαλικότητα μου, με το τι κάνω τα βράδια, τα πρωινά πριν πάω στο σχολείο και τα μεσημέρια αφού φύγω. Είναι βέβαια λογικό, αφού και εγώ με την σειρά μου δεν ασχολήθηκα με την προσωπική ζωή ατόμων που δεν σκοπεύω να έχω στον στενό μου κύκλο. ΔΕΝ σκάλισα το παρελθόν τους, ΔΕΝ ασχολήθηκα με το παρόν τους και σίγουρα ΔΕΝ με νοιάζει το μέλλον τους. Εγώ έχω την δική μου ζωή, και αυτές την δική τους. Ναι αυτές. Αν και δεν έχουν Facebook ή Livejournal, σίγουρα θα μεταφερθεί το μήνυμα σε αυτές. Ναι, σας ζητάω να το μεταφέρετε, γιατί εγώ, σε αντίθετα με εσάς, είμαι κατά της αδιακρισίας και του κουτσομπολιού που κρατάει πάνω από έναν μήνα, πόσο μάλλον από έναν χρόνο. Και για την ενημέρωση σας, είμαι αυτή που είμαι και τίποτα δεν θα με αλλάξει στα τελειώματα της διαμόρφωσης του χαρακτήρα μου. Σε αυτό το ΣΚΑΤΟμέρος που ήρθα, ήρθα συνοδεύοντας την μητέρα μου. Δεν ήθελα να φύγω απ'το Ναύπλιο και να ζήσω τα τρία τελευταία σχολικά μου χρόνια με ένα μάτσο μαλακισμένες που προσπαθούν με κάθε τρόπο να μάθουν ότι δεν λέω. Για ποιο λόγο άλλωστε να φύγω από ένα μέρος όπου εκτιμούν τις ικανότητες μου και τον χαρακτήρα μου, από ένα μέρος που είμαι πάντα διαθέσιμη για όποιο άτομο με χρειαστεί, από ένα μέρος όπου είμαι το άτομο της διπλανής πόρτας και ακούω ένα ευχαριστώ γι'αυτο. Από ένα μέρος όπου κανείς δεν φέρεται αχάριστα σκαλίζοντας την ζωή μου. Αλλά ξέρω ότι οι κουτσομπόλες σαν του λόγου σας έχουν ένα μέλλον το οποίο δεν θέλω να περιγράψω, αλλά ειλικρινά εύχομαι να το αποφύγετε, αλλάζοντας το τροπάριο τώρα που μπορείτε. Εγώ δεν πρόκειται να ανοίξω τα χαρτιά μου και να αρχίσω να μιλάω για το παρελθόν μου στο Ναύπλιο και το παρόν μου εδώ. Αφού δεν με νοιάζει τι κάνετε στο κρεβάτι σας, στη μέρα σας, στη ζωή σας, περιμένω ανάλογη μεταχείρηση. Ευχαριστώ όποιον διάβασε ολόκληρο αυτό το τεράστιο κείμενο και ευχαριστώ περισσότερο όποιον με κατανόησε.

Υ.Γ.: Όλγα, έτσι και τολμήσεις να με ξανακουμπήσεις χωρίς να με ρωτήσεις όπως έκανες σήμερα, θα φροντίσω να το μετανίωσεις. Στο υπόσχομαι. Μπορεί να είμαι τέρας υπομονής και να ανέχομαι ότι μαλακία ακούω από εσένα, αλλά μέχρι εκεί. Δεν είμαι ο μαλάκας που ανέχεται τα πάντα, πόσο μάλλον ένας μαλάκας που πρέπει να ανέχεται εσένα. Έχουμε δημοκρατία, όχι φασισμό. Ο καθένας έχει προσωπική ζωή και το δικαίωμα να την κρατάει κρυφή. Γι'αυτό μιλάω καθαρά και σαφέστατα. Έτσι και με ξανακουμπήσεις και ειδικά τραβήξεις το ακουστικό για να δεις αν μιλάω με τον γκόμενο μου, μπας και ακούσεις την φωνή του, ειλικρινά σου μιλάω, θα εύχεσαι να μην το είχες κάνει.

Mar. 19th, 2008

Friends only!

Well, if you want to read my crappy journal, if you really want to, ask kindly for an add, befriend me. If you don't want to, I don't give a damn. It's your choice anyway, I won't be begging you. Comments, below...