Ne znam...

DA! Konačno, Marat Safin is out of Wimbledon, in straight sets to...Federer. It should've been moj Novak in the Semis against Federer. But no, damned Safin (yes, I am still angry). At least Federer crushed him, 6-3, 7-6, 6-4. I'm not usually a Fed fan, but throughout these Championships I've been supporting anyone who was playing Marat. Anyway, now that Marat is gone, I do feel a little bad about how vehemently I've hated him. Well when I say a little, I mean a really really small part of me. Mostly, I'm just happy he's gone.

However, now there is a Nadal-Fed final to look forward to. It should've been Djokovic-Nadal, but there's not much I can do know. Entonces, ¡vamos, Rafa!

Sadly, I won't see it. I'll be in a tent in Wales. ARGH.

Poljubi me, Novak.

The curse continues. Yesterday, the last two Serbs left in the singles draw at Wimbledon came crashing out in the fourth round. Number two seed, Jelena Jankovic, went out in straight sets to the unseeded wildcard entry, Tamarine Tanasugarn, 6-3, 6-2. Meanwhile, in the men's singles, Janko Tipsarevic went out in four sets to Germany's Rainer Schuettler, who won 6-4, 3-6, 6-4, 7-6. Poljubi me u dupe, Rainer.

Ana Ivanovic & Jelena Jankovic

Seeing as I can no longer curse the Serbs with my support, I have switched to supporting Croatia's Mario Ancic. However, he faces Roger Federer, reigning Wimbledon Champion of 5 years in the Quarters tomorrow, and I am not very hopeful at all. One good thing is that Ancic was actually the last person to beat Federer on grass (albeit about a million years ago, when dinosaurs walked the earth). I briefly began to support Agnieszka Radwanska, the very talented 19 year old Pole, in her match against the formidable Serena Williams today, but that was a mistake. Again, she lost in straight sets, 6-4, 6-0. She is one to watch, though - her shots have incredible accuracy. I promise never to support her again, for the good of her career.

Mario Ancic

It looks increasingly like a Williams-Williams final for the women's singles (and they're storming the doubles, too). On the men's side, it may be a Federer-Nadal final for the third year running. And perhaps Nadal has improved enough this year to prove a real test for Federer. But now I've made my prediction, it won't happen. Oops. Sorry, Rafa. The one thing I am hoping for is for Rafa to completely crush Andy Murray tomorrow. Yes, I will probably get shot if any Brits read this. But I just can't stand that man. I had rather hoped that Gasquet would finish him off yesterday (but as soon as I tuned in, when Gasquet was two sets up, guess what happened?). Please let Rafael be strong enough to survive the curse of my support, because I will be extremely angry if Murray makes it to the semis. Not to mention the fact that Nadal is probably the only one left in the draw who is possibly strong enough to overpower Federer.

Another person who needs crushing tomorrow - Marat Safin. Yes, I am still carrying around a weight of anger towards him since he put out my beloved Novak. Yesterday, I hoped that Stanislas Wawrinka of Switzerland would put him out in Round Four, but of course it was not to be. After screaming my way through the first two Safin-dominated sets, I gave up on watching the match, as I wanted to save my voice (and to save myself from an anger-induced heart attack). So tomorrow it falls to Nadal's fellow countryman, Feliciano Lopez, to take on Safin. ¡Vamos, Feliciano!

Novak - Istinska ljubav. Sam zgodan :D

Am I the kiss of death for Serbian tennis??

Maybe it would be better for Serbia if I just stopped supporting their tennis players.

Why?

Both Ana Ivanovic and Novak Djokovic have already made their exits from the Wimbledon Championships, being held just a few miles away from where I live. Unsurprisingly, I was supporting Ana for the women's title, and Novak for the men's. They both have excellent records; Novak won the Australian Open earlier this year, and went into the championships ranked #3 in the world; Ana won Roland Garros this year and went in ranked #1 in the world. Yet they went out in the second and third rounds respectively.

Out of 7 Serbian players to enter the singles draw, only 2 remain - Janko Tipsarevic and Jelena Jankovic, both of whom are yet to play their third round matches. I'm seriously considering not watching the matches tomorrow in case I'm some kind of curse for Serbian tennis. I still am not yet ready to accept the fact that Novak is out of the championships, and I'm deeply bitter towards Marat Safin, who beat him in straight sets (6-4, 7-6, 6-2). Everytime I see Safin on TV, I end up shouting "Idi do djavola" or something even less restrained at him in Serbian. Mrzim te, Marat.

Anyway, when it comes to the US Open later this year, I hope that the thousands of miles of distance between myself and the tournament will break my support curse. On that note, I'll leave you with another picture of Novak, for good measure.

В жизни, не всё так просто.

Urghhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Friday was so not my best idea. Just really not, no no no no bad. I'm currently hiding from the world. My bed is the best place for me right now. Phone switched off, ignoring facebook. Friday night really made me realise the true appeal of a sad life all by my lonesome. I'm not sure if I am quite ready to admit (to myself, never mind others) what happened.

Actually, I am being far too melodramatic about this. It wasn't so bad. (Or if it is, i'm not quite ready to face it yet.)

But let's just say it involved extreme stupidity on my part. And I wasn't even drunk. Crap.

The one thing that gives me hope: NOVAK IS IN LONDON.

(Yes, I will use any excuse to go Novak photo-searching on google :D)

Breakthrough? I doubt it.

So tonight, I am tearing myself away from Eclipse to go out at night for the first time in...months? Finally (nearly) free from exams, I am actually going out, and breaking my lonely pattern of spinsterhood. To be fair, it isn't a great leap. I promised my friend I would go about 2 months ago...and now I am beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have, in order to stay at home and read about Edward some more.

But, no, I am braving the outside world. The best outcome for tonight would be for me not to run into any of my exes (or end up in hospital, as I frequently do, not unlike Bella). But that kind of luck is usually beyond me, so I am not very hopeful. (Also I know that at least one of them is on the guestlist, horror). Equally, I do not think I will be bumping into my Edward tonight, whoever and wherever he may be. But at least i'm leaving the house. Baby steps.

Somehow I don't think imaginary relationships are normal.

...but I might be wrong. Please, please, someone admit to also having imaginary relationships, so I know that I'm not alone.

Sometimes I've met the subjects of my imaginary relationships. Sometimes they're fictional characters (yes, Edward. How did you know?). But I'm mildly worried that this shows a distinct lack of sanity on my behalf, not to mention a deeper slide into the black hole of spinsterhood.

Just for my own satisfaction (and to avoid revision for GCSE Science), I've compiled a list of my current "imaginary relationships".

EDWARD CULLEN

What a surprise...Yes, he may be a fictional vampire, but he's hot, and sweet, and so...perfect. And I want to be Bella. I will be Bella. Don't tell me otherwise.

NOVAK DJOKOVIC

The subject of my last posting. I love him. I am constantly in awe of his co-ordination and gymnast-icity (he can do the splits!). If I attempted to do any of the things he does on court, I'd end up in hospital for a month. I wish I were the trophy he kissed after winning the Australian Open. I'm plotting to see if I can try and run into him when he's in London for Wimbledon next week, my plan is just to camp out around the tennis club for two weeks. Wish me luck.

MR HANAK

He's my Austrian maths teacher, and the only one on this list who I actually know. My friend says he has a receding hairline but she is wrong, dammit! Plus he looks about 19, even if he isn't really. I have embarrased both myself and him by asking him for help with German homework (I asked him how to say "If my friend were anorexic, I'd help her"...cringe.) I think he's mildly scared of me. Unsurprisingly, there are no photos of him on google, but weirdly I found this: http://www.ecml.at/documents/relresearch/projectseminarDN.pdf, which he co-wrote, and there's a photo in there somewhere of him with "the team" (he's wearing the red tie).

MARK RONSON

He's just too cool. And so smooth, and wow.

HOUSE

He may be three times my age, but I really don't care. He is just so sexy. I think it's the combination of sarcasm, cynicism, bitterness and pessimism that does it for me. Hot.

LOGAN HUNTZBERGER

Why didn't Rory marry him? Whyyy?? Marry me instead, Logan.

I think 6 imaginary relationships is enough for now. Until I find a real one... That is, if anyone's mad enough to have me after these online ramblings...

Novak Djoković is my Edward Cullen. Maybe.

I love him.

(Or in his native tongue, ja ga volim)

That is all I can say, really.

Not to mention how smooth he is here:

Okay, I know what you're thinking. But at least he's a REAL PERSON, ok?