God, I feel like I haven't written for ages. And that's quite true. So it's gonna be quite long piece of writing.
First of all, I feel like I should explain the first part of the title. Yep - about Cambridge, I can definitely say - I was there. In King's College to be exact. It's beautiful there, I have to admit. Really, really beautiful. I will never forget the room I slept in (Victoria Wilkes was the name on the door, I wish I could meet her personally). I will never forget all the people there, the broken door lock, the view from my room's window, the night on Stansted Airport and the river Cam of course. Unbelievable three days in a different world. And the dream ended on January the 8th.
What's a little bit more optimistic, I passed my driving licence exam. And I'm fucking proud of myself. What I need to mention at this point is that I'm the last person you should ask to go to your exam with you - 2 failed and none passed should be the explanation.
Now, all the formal stuff. Upcoming matura exam. I can't really believe it but I started to learn for it. And I feel like I know nothing but that's quite normal for me. Learning has never been my biggest advantage. Actually, there are few things I'm really good at but one is worth being named here - finding things that barely exist.
That brings us to my wondermaker activity. I'm fucking proud of my latest success. And I'm pretty sure that being one in a billion is a great feeling, though I'm not the right person to ask about that
Prom. Yep, I have to mention the prom. It was definitely great prom. I couldn't have imagined a better one and I'm sure I will never forget it. Also as the day when I jinxed some redhead mantis
In addition to that, I've spent another great day with a camera (thanks to Olorin) in the woods with a great model. Results in the gallery.
All that brings us to the present, when I'm lying on the bed with four scars on my leg. But - no complains. Conclusions about my present state? Well. Firstly, your health is all about your attitude. Secondly, long talks can be really exciting... in many different ways
At the end of this definitely-too-long-entry I feel obliged to explain the second part of the title. Normally, I love all those parts "between the lines". Lately, they started to make me feel damn confused. In many different ways. However, I'm just feeling like I do believe in some kind of destiny, that if something is meant to be, it's just gonna happen. Sooner or later. So what's the point of reading between the lines? Well, without that, I wouldn't have so many things to think about and well... there would be no fun, right? And the fun... I guess the fun has just begun...

Cheers.