Пора уже потхоньку начинать говорить только по-английски, страшные дяди из Кембриджа не дремлют. 

         Dunno what to begin with. As always, actually.
         Well, it was one of the terrible week in last two months. Without a doubt, it's only my fault, i still dunno how to become an adult, and i would be extremely grateful if someone could teach me how to live. I'm sure, there is no such person on the planet Earth, though :(
         Before i started this sentence, i'd been analyzing everything i've done recently. Nothing very special, i should say, nothing. I've even dissapointed myself. I've been rude again, too rude, i've been late again, late over fucking two last months, i've been doing nothing. I've been lying on my bed and trying to forget everything that bothered me a lot. That's more that just bad.
         But i must say i'm very thankful for films that makes me cry, for my mom, for my close friends, for amazing air ballon which i i've seen first time in my life, for fresh  leaves, for terrific news - my brother is coming on 15th of July, for making list of things i need to buy before his arrival, for red shoes, for an exciting way we exchange messages with each other, for apples was brought by my dad, for my poor dad, for granny's knitted napkins, for damn good Sherlock Holmes funfiction, for harmonica, for Jeremy Brett (he is soooo awesome). Thanks a lot for a little  chance.

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