Woot! Got my luxon necromancer armor! I'm pennyless now with my charas, but man, is that pretty!
Anyway, moving on. Hand not completely ok, had a few ideas I absolutely had to write down, and then attempted drawing. As it turns out, I've gotten pretty rusty, still, I wouldn't mind a male model. Currently, I'm fascinated by angel-like creatures, so I might attempt bird feeding in the furure to get some nice wing sketches.
But why am I so in love with winged humanoids? Dunno. Might be his influence. ^^

~*~

Anyway, the horror on the tram retold in English, as Sam requested.
What happened? One spring morning I get on the tram, half asleep, grabbed some handy thing to hang on to, and tried not to get paranoid, as I was sqeezed tightly together with many people. (I can't stand large crowds, because... well, that's another story, that not all would understand, anyway.)
So, there I am, hanging on tightly, sleepy as hell, and comes one stop when an old lady gets on, and sqeezes behind me. I don't particularly care, happens all the time that people get on the tram. The tram starts to move, and comes the first jostle, jostling the lady. As it turns out, she couldn't grab anything, so she grabbed me.
Now, I was facing the windows, and she was behind me, so it's still a mistery, of why she grabbed me full on the breasts. Well, one side to be exact. My eyes go saucer-wide, my elbow starts to move, until she croaks behind me: "ah, little dear, could I hang on to you just a bit longer, because I cannot hang on to anything else?" My elbow stops, and I try to inch away on the crowded tram, and try to ask her to grab on anything else... It didn't work. She started telling me that she couldn't let go, or she would be flat on her bum in seconds - which means bone fracture and all that. I try to edge away still, and hope against all hope that she would let go of my breast and get hold of my arm.
Right in the middle of trying shimmying away, the university students heading in the same direction, and standing all around me start snickering, and people start to laugh - at the lady, thank heavens. Those who can't see try to crane their neck to see, and the lady, not understanding the reason of the snickering starts to talk about how she would fall over (the tram was really crowded, so I doubt that she really would have), and so she needs to hold on.
And she is still holding on. (Big, big sweatdrop.) Well, after one stop she gets off, thankfully letting go of me and the bigger half of the people get off that station. (Shopping area, one univeristy, you know the things.)
And I stood there dumbfounded, blinking and thankfully managed to get off at my stop. God, that was one hell of a good laugh later, when I recovered my wits.

Oh, and for a bonus, I'll tell another story, in which I was the culprit.
So, one winter afternoon (gloomy weather, all around christmas lights on the streets, halfway to darkness), I was riding the tram. I was standing, but I was rather tired. (I usuall stay up too late. My bad, really.) The tram is crowded as always, so I sqeeze myself in, and... find a nice, comfy, warm, squishy coated back. The guy had to be around 2m tall, and he had the softest coat all around. Probably chasmere.
So, there I am, party sqeezed against the guy's back, and I realize how warm, comfy, soft and convenient it is. So I lay against it (I was anyway), get comfy and close my eyes.
You can probably guess, what happened.
I wake up, the guy shaking me quite gently, that he has to get off this station, so he is sorry, but my pillow has to move. I look up at the guy, look out the window, relize that it is my stop as well, so I mumble an apology about how comfy his coat and back felt, and then I run along.
Still, I miss that coat. Best damn standing up sleep I ever had. ^^

Woot! Old movies!

Woot. I've just watched two of my fave old movies. One was The Money Pit, and the second the Working Girl. Well... People might look at me tomorrow strangely after confessing this, but I like normal movies. Spurprise, surprise.
What else? Still trying to study, waiting up for the time being and reading... I want to read so many books and I know I shouldn't, because I always remember the fun things I've read and not the stuff I should while writing the exam. So I try not to.
Guess that's all. The ametrine I bought is calling out to me, but I'm keeping it till the exam... Or maybe not. Have I said, that I love both amethyst and citrine? Well, if they are mixed in one stone, I love them even more, if that's possible. Well, that's all for today.
Tomorrow I'll take all my medicine like a good girl and go out to play. (I'll pick cornelian cherries - Cornus mas in latin.) They turn sweet around this time of the year, and we already have made jam from a big amount of it, but still... If you can do more, do it - that's my family's motto... sometimes. ^^
Anyway, stopping now. I'll go sleep soon, but first, some reading.
...And I need to cook the blasted fish. Gahh....

Got all my goodnight wishes! (Still, I'm sorry that Reg left before I could respond.)
Yay, I'm all better! Hands getting better as well, but I still need to study.
Lovelife looking up, starting to forget the guy, and hey, people want to invite me for a coke. ^^ Still, I meant to show the pendant, not the... bust size. I'm still pondering about a better solution of showing my pendant without guys getting nosebleeds. Or fainting. Still, secret weapon seems to be working well, not to mention that I have blouses that have a bigger cleavage. But I'm going to spare you. *evil grin*
What more... Merlin is still... a bit sickly. I dunno what could have triggered his sickness. I have fed him the usual things, so... beats me, really. That1s why I've taken on feeding him small pieces of banana and coal tablets. He's still not that healthy, my poor baby. *cuddles chinchilla* Still, he seems to be getting better. *crosses fingers*
I'm still pretty scared of the exam, but that's normal.

Responses:
Matthew: you may invite me, but you have already seen me with some nice cleavage, no?
Darken: you are ok now... right? And please don't say the picture is that shocking... I feel bad.
Mark: hi dear! Nice to see you. :D

Fossil!

Oh, I forgot. I meant to post this sooner, but I forgot to take the picture, so here it is, my new pendant, made from some fossil. I love it, but to show it I'll have to wear the "you may invite me for a coke" blouses.
Still, I think it's quite pretty, don't you think?




Responses again:
Matthew, Darken: thank you! I hope you will be right.

A Perfect Circle

Well, yesterday I was dragged off shopping, but things turned out nice, because I could go to the gemstone fair (sale and exhibition), and bought some new stones. (I'm a gemstone fanatic.) I bought an ametrine (a stone that is half amethyst and half citrine - citrine is "made" from amethyst when the stone is heated up somehow underground.). It was pretty expensive, but i'm in love with both amethyst and citrine. No kidding.
Not to mention tourmaline that I love as well, and bought some cheap rubine shards that could be used for a bracelet. Still, it's a bitch to try to make a beaded bracelet out of them, because they are darned small. But it's pretty.
Well. One of the vendors was... funny. You know that ezo-type. She was talking about the stupidest things about hematite and body-leaving all that... well... ezoteric confusion.
I liked her more when she was quite normal and I had to point out which stone was which. Now she's got the ezo-sickness, and I'm scared of her. Too bad, really. If we weren't in the middle of a huge mob, I would have told her what she shouldn't believe, and what to read in order to keep her sanity and don't lose herself in the cheap ezo-lies, but alas, I hate mobs, so I made my purchase as quick as I could, and left her to her devices. She either succumbs completely to the lies, or she gets back her senses.
Either is fine really, as long as I find the things I want among her things as I usually do.

Another thing, today the night sky was red again. I hate it when it happens. Makes me feel strange and jumpy. The night sky should be a dark blue and not red. I never saw a phenomenon like this when i was a kid. I started seeing things like that around from 4-3 years on. Quite disconcerting. I guess it has something to do with the greenhouse-effect. So do the strong storms they sometimes trigger. Wind blowing, lightning and thunder, but no rain. I don't really like it.
I like blue skies, light or dark, and rain with the lightning and thunder, please.

And now, I'm going to sleep and definitely not waiting up for someone who is not coming anyway. Hmph.
Oh, and the title of the post? I'll give you a little hint.

"Wake up and face me
Don't play dead 'cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say
You fucking disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way"

PS: I find Gutts cute. It's official - I'm mental.

So tired

I think, that the staying up till 5 in the morning is getting me really tired. Still, I like it, because I can communicate with Smeg... But I guess, the forum will have to do from now on, because I need to go and sleep sooner and be awake in the mornings.
My hand is getting better, the notes are finished, and tomorrow, I'll take the day off and go shopping and walking out in the open - which will require a handful of medicines- but still, I'm happy that I can go out - and I can leave the studying for a bit. I think I'll be taken off to shop as well, but I am still excited. As if I couldn't go out whenever I want to...
Thing is, I'm not letting myself off the hook. I need to study, so i'm not leaving the gardens of the house on weekdays, and that1s that. I'm a slavedriver. ^^
Anyway... I think I'll go to sleep after I read a bit.
Still, I can't draw. I will have to wait a few days for that.

I'm writing this post, so that I can pass the time. I probably will stay awake till four in the morning and speak with Smeg, but it's darn taxing. I feel like falling asleep right here, right now, but I need the boost for the upcoming day, and the "have a good night" from him as well as from all the others.

Merlin is better, jumping around and being the nocturnal little fuzzball he is. My hand is feeling better after being soaked in cold water - I'm still hoping for the great recovery - but it will take a bit of time before I can write neatly, not to mention draw the way I want, and not as my wrist allows it.
Still, I guess I'll move on to some manga reading, because writing till 4 would be bloody taxing, and long.

But first, I'll make a small list of all the things I want to read after the exam.
Sandman, HP and the HBP, Berserk (again, from the beginning), Pet Shop of Horrors, The Hogsfather, Going Postal, The Fifth Elephant, Monsoon, Lasher, Taltos... I think this much will be enough. For now.

Oh, and some responses:
Matthew: dunno. I usually don't draw friends, because them taking off their clothes may ruin our friendship by many reasons.
Darken: I'm shaking in me boots. :P Msg me all you want.

After much work, I have 5 pages left for tomorrow, and after that... my notes will be complete. (Bwahahahaha!) Which is good.

Allergy check: too much pollen, so far, I have used 100+ handkerchiefs today. And I did take all my medicines.

Achy wrist check: owch. Tried drawing today. It was my saddest moment of this week. I'll have to wait till my wrist gets better, because I can't draw even a straight line. >.<
And I even sleep with a wet scarf tied around my wrist! Not to mention I exchanged the thin, skull-marked scarf to the thicker yin-yang marked one. Still, a whole day of writing can damage my wrist. If only I knew why my wrists and ankles are delicate... Grrrrr.
Well, anyway, tomorrow my notes will be complete (Bwahahahaha!) and after that I can take care of my wrist, and in a few days I will be able to draw again.

Now... I'll just have to look for a nice model... It's not like I can just walk up to a man on the street and ask him if he wanted to take off most of his clothes so that I can draw him. I miss my old model dearly... Sniffle...

Too tired to actually write in here. Still no progress with my lovelife, not to mention scared sh*tless of the exam. A crappy poem by me and an image will have to do.

the shine drips off the surface
humidity saturating the skies
on comes the unnatural stillness
belying the storm to pass

need...to stay... calm

Well. I'm oficially moody and ... well, still searching for the right word.
Merlin is sick, I am playing nurse for him. He loves to be cuddled and double so when he's sick. He needs affection, and he's the only guy right now I'm willing to hug... Erm... there is one more I'd hug, but he's... well, he's not easy to reach, not to mention...

Let's start again.
Love troubles.
I hate them.
If I love someone I sit in a corner and wait till it goes away. I usually do not love. If I do, it would suffocate the person. So I usually do like. That's why I'm level headed in a relationship. I know it's not a female thing to be like that, but I don't really care.
Still, right now, I have troubles. It's the kind of love I have to sit through, or I'll fuck up the relationship we already have.
Let's backtrack again. He's a friend. He is nice, has a strange humor, we can talk for hours... But why is it, that I don't want to take my chances? I have soo many reasons... I'll list them:

1. He is a friend. (If we ever bring up the subject, I might lose a friend, and I treasure my friends. Good ones are hard to come by.)
2. There is an age difference. (I never once wanted people ask me if the guy I have with me is my father/little brother.)
3. He's not exactly living close to me. (Hah! What an understatement!)
4. He doesn't need a relationship right now. (I guess. or more like I presume of what I know about his life.)
5. He probably sees me only as a friend. (Hardest part. If he asks me to give him love advice in the near future, I'm going to be a crying wreck. So god forbid. Which one is your choice.)
6. (I'd really hate if a friend of mine would go around spreading the news of me fucking up and telling people that it was so predictable. And that said friend knew everything beforehand, just didn't have the heart to tell me. Happened once before - too bad for said friend that I got the guy. Anyway, this was just a side note, said friend is not that important on the list of reasons. - Bugger, I wandered further away from the topic.)

So. I like the guy, a bit more than like him, but the guy doesn't know it. And I'm going insane while trying to stay silent, so I had to shout out.
Not to mention, it's not like I have the time to do much, as I need to pass that blasted exam. And here I am, going insane because of a guy! Arrrgh! Stupid hormones!

Yo, Noah! Got some dry clothes?

You will never believe it, not to mention imagine it so vividly as it was.
Well, I never knew what a monsoon type of rain was. Now I know. I bet even Noah didn't have it harder. Well, it was a fun event, and a tale to be told.

So. On every St Stephen's day (20th of August) there is a huuuuge festival, going on for days. St Stephen (our St Stephen) was the first Hungarian saint, king, and probably the first catholic Hungarian as well. So, it is like St Patrick's day, only quintupled. And, to top it off, there are huge fireworks on the 20th, which go on for about half an hour.
I am quite lucky, because I live on the hill around which the fireworks start, so I have to climb up on a street (5 mins), and I am right there, able to watch half of it without any trouble and without waiting on the same spot for hours, afraid that people will take it. So, I always climb up around 20:55, and stand there, where the road is closed, and watch the fireworks. They are quite pretty as well.
This day I went as well. We saw the huge stormclouds approaching, they were quite dark and fluffy, and around half past eight we saw the first thunder. But who cares, when in 5 minute walk you get back to the nice comfy, warm towels, dry clothes and a hairdryer I need rather badly right now. And of course the air was warm, humid and bit too hot - just as I like it.
So we climb up, watching the approaching thunders and starting fireworks. Only five minutes in, the wind starts to blow. Blow half a tree in my face. Then comes the earth I dunno where the wind got that from, but hey, I'm game, I love the summer rain and thunderstorms, I really do.
So I close my eyes and wait for the next shiney firework and the rain. First come a few drops, nothing to be scared of. Then, with no warning at all, all hell breaks lose, and here is the monsoon raging on, blowing the other half of that tree in my face. Not to mention drenching me that even my underwear was soaked.
So we do the only doable thing; we take refuge under the roof of the restaurant that is right beside us. But the restaurant is rather fancy, so they only let us get squashed to the outside wall, saved from the rain - momentarily. The fireworks go on, they get muzzy, then they stop. The monsoon won - apparently. We get drenched again, so we are let in to the hall, which is an open kind of space. It is windy, and we are flirting with phneumonia, but it's hell of an evening, and I still love it. The rain rages on. We are watching amazed as trees fly by (by bits) and the rain hides the streetlights. Darn, it was one hell of a thunderstorm - like it wanted to make an impression on us, because we don't have much more of the summer.
Well, the rain gets a bit thinner, so I push my way out, and try to head home. The first problem is, that there is no road. There is a lake, tho, tending towards a river of dark, murky water. So I find the thinnest part, and picking up my long, drenched skirt, step right in the middle - and out of it. My sandals are drenched as well, I don't really care about that, but trying to walk swiftly and quickly in a long, drenched, heavy, sticking-to-the-skin skirt... if you haven't tried, you don't know the real meaning of the word "difficult". So I decided to hell with modesty, picked up my skirt, till it only covered the essential parts (wet T-shirts, anyone?), and made a splash for it. The road home was downwards, water flowing out of the sewers - lucky that I didn't have to walk through that water, I just had to walk through the normal, murky water flowing down the streets, water still pouring down on me... Well, when we actually got home, we were soaked through the skin, leaves sticking out of our hair and... dripping.
Well, it was fun. Now that I am in warm, dry clothes and my hair is drying as well... I kind of miss it... It was fun.

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In addition, when the storm was over, it seems like it tore out two trees out of the neigbor's garden, and a streetlamp fell on the neighbor's car, squashing it flat. Cops came and looked around. looks dead to me. The poor sod.

And the poor trees... don't get me started.

Oh, and I'm drinking white rum because I started shivering. Hope I won't get a cold. If only I could stop singing "Fifteen men on a dead man's chest"...

Gahhh!

Well, this is when I give up. It seems, that I can't bring in the pretty pictures, so I might as well get a black background and set the letter colors to fit my taste - which I actually did. I guess this will do.
This is quite the minimalist look, but I don't care right now. From tomorrow on, I'll start my studies, and I will pass that blasted exam, even if it kills the teacher - and my nerves as well.
Guess I'll have to log right after this, or I won't be able to study tomorrow, and that would be bad. Very bad.

So long then, and... thanks for the fish. :D

Greetings, dedicating, toast

Well, I'd like to dedicate my first post to Neil Gaiman, as it was of his wonderful series I snatched my blog's name from.
I hope, that I will get the hang of writing in English, and that I'll be able to get my preferred template, or to achieve a similar look.

Well, this should do for a first post.