Unbelievable!

Ain't it cuuuuute?

I would like to ask my dear, dirty blond haired friend (the one fond of lances) that if he could spare me some time, we need to talk.

If you come upon this, gimme a call. We have much to talk about.

No weaseling out this time.

PS: Write an e-mail, please. I must admit, I'm not completely comfortable when you pop over to meet me. Unless you warn me first.

Let us imagine for a minute, that maybe, there was a creator of things. He had many followers, and... as the name indicates, he created things to amuse himself.

Now let us imagine, that he created for himself obedient toys that did as he wished, because he was ultimately male and disliked to be disagreed with even in the smallest of things.

Now let us imagine, that there was in fact someone who disagreed with him. This person was amongst his followers, utterly devoted to him, but still with pride intact. Let us imagine that she was a stunning creature, bright, strong-willed and devoted to the creator of things.

Still, when the creator of things made these new toys, he had no patience for his brightest follower, maybe because they disagreed on many things about the use and well-beings of said toys... or maybe he just had other, greater plans on the move. Who knows?

Still, the creator of things shooed away the brightest follower, and so she left with those who had the same view as her.

So the brightest one left just like the first wife of the creator of things' pet project's prototype.

I met Him today.

(*) NOT Jesus or the Christian god, thanks very very much for the insult. (You know who I'm talking about... yes, you!)

Oh my God, I saw Harry Potter's weewee!

Yeah, I can picture the sound of some Potter fans' dreams and ideals shattering in a blink. So many parents looked up to the child hero, and now they see hundreds and thousands of pictures (mostly the same few, but in many places like blogs and so on) of the actor of the Potter boy naked.

Not to mention with a serious horse-fetish. In a play where he plays the role of a deranged pervert (ok, he's only into horses, but seriously...).

Also, I think the play was poorly written. I mean... If you wanna write about a psychological issue, you should do your friggin homework first. But oh well, artists can't be concerned with some little things like that, after all not many psychologists go and watch a play so disturbed and poorly written as that.

Also, I did my homework on the issue and found a few very funny remarks. Here is one so you can all laugh:

"But just dressing up as a schoolboy and earning millions of quid for it wasn't enough for Daniel Radcliffe - he wanted to push himself as an actor. So Daniel Radcliffe did the only thing he could - he decided to play a dead soldier. And nobody paid any attention, so he got naked and stabbed a horse in the eye instead." Link.

I also liked this comment too:
"The clamour to see what Harry Potter's cock Daniel Radcliffe's electrifying stage presence looks like has meant that Equus has taken around £1 million in advance tickets, but it's not all sunshine and monkeys for Equus; anti-smoking groups have lashed at Daniel Radcliffe for smoking a cigarette during the play. And fair's fair - a naked 17-year-old boy mutilating six horses with a spike is really no big deal, but smoking? The sick little fucker." Same link.

Can't say what the play looked like with Potter's dick flopping about the place, but it must have paid off to get little Harry Potter to play the role. I imagine hundreds of Potter fans fighting for tickets to get a look at that floppy little penis. (If you wanna look it up, google pictures of Equus. I don't think it's anything to be extremely proud of, but hey, Potter fans are into it... Well, those that are not flaming him and every Potter site around the world.)

First Potter and then Dumbledore too. Those poor Potter fans are having it this year. Next thing we know it turns out Malfoy is straight! o.O

Amen.

Fuckitall

Today I was at the point of standing up and walking out of the door and never coming back.

What happened exactly? Well while I'm in this training group, we have to write a test every Friday. So far it's all ok. The problem is, that they don't care eitehr way that the computer assigned to me is NOT WORKING. The problem is: the hard drive is full, so applications are not working, such as office and lotus notes (the ones we are constantly using). They could, of course, just go there, delete a few things and then the problem would be solved. Still, they have been unable to do it since Monday. And it is traning group.

So besides me being pissed off by juggled around at different computers and feeling like someone not wanted, I have to wait every time for all the settings to load, because I'm using someon else's computer.

So... about what happened... They started the test while my computer was still logging in. And logging in... and loading... and loading. Nobody cared that only I wasn't able to to log in. I asked them for help again and again, I also asked about the password because I write every traingin password down in my notebook, but they said it shouldn't be among the list and I'll need some special login name.

Nope. When the fucking computer finally logged in, and I found the actual password, it was in the list, the one I pointed out, and my login name was my own login name at the company. (Of course.) I could have murered them then and there.

When I told them it was THAT password, the stupid little bitch just laughed like it was an excellent joke. Yeah, it's much more important to flirt with the other team builder, who is male and incidentally married. She should just ignore us, because it's not really important at all. nah, we are here for 3 fucking weeks to have fun and bathe in the sunshine.

Also, when I had that stupid test program open, I had very little time to solve them all, and all the others were way ahead of me and while they could work together, I couldn't. (It was a test where you had to okay every answer you made so you couldn't go back.)
I was so pissed... I only got 83% because I didn't have time to check them if they were correct, because we were actually allowed to use the programs and see if the solutions in the possible answers worked or not.

And yes, it counts if I get 83% or more, since I have to reach at least 80% to pass the fucking end test.

But... why do I worry? I don't want to work with assholes like them and a company who expects me to be a brainwashed zombie without will, spirit and life. They can kiss my ass.

Men are weird

I hate Mondays. Every Monday something weird or worse happens. Just like today.

Thanks to my 100% test I had to work on the computer that was hooked up with the beamer so I couldn't even play solitaire. Oh joy. It was pure torture until the break.

Then one of my group members proposed to me! o.O It was the natural healer, of course. (The one with the body of a god (not Buddha), long hair, hawkish nose, pretty face and no brains whatsoever. Go me! >.<)

We know each other since last Monday (yup, wrath of Mondays), and he decided he wanted me as his gf. I have absolutely NO clue as of why. Yeah, he mentioned he has a weak personality and he needs a woman with a strong will, but seriously...

Since last Monday I tried to make it clear that I think he's an idiot, a fluke and even worse than a wiccan. (I actually hate wiccans because they mix up the facts. He knows that.) Seriously, the bloke hugs trees as a hobby! (I love trees, I just don't wanna hurt them by crushing their branches, ripping off leaves and kicking out chunks of their roots. I also don't think they like being glomped by people.)

Anyway, I stared at the guy incredulously for a while until he asked me if I was unsure, ok, happy, totally into him or extatic. I counted to 20 and then asked him to run.

He didn't, of course. The little snot has no sense of danger! -.- # So I turned and walked away to drink some strong coffee. And after some time laughed until my break was way over.

What I still don't understand: why do doormats like me? I'm antisocial, blunt, sarcastic and don't care either way. (Even I wouldn't want to date me... ok, mostly because I'm female.) I also like to banter quite a bit, and people with fragile souls tend to take it the wrong way. (Apparently, not these idiots.)

Oh, and I'm an insane guy magnet. Every guy who asked me out turned out to be either insane or loaded with psychological issues. The last one even took enough pills to be called a full-course meal.

But all in all, this guy wins the prize. He's the most infuriating, annoying and maddening one I've ever had the misfortune to spend way too much time with.

And I have to meet him tomorrow too. T.T

Wow... Friday...

Who woulda thunk it would come. Not me, that's for certain. Also, I had to write that stupid test for work. Got 100%. The bastards called me to stand up and bask in the glares of all who didn't.

Ok, joking, they were clapping, but it was even worse. It's just sickening. It had a "you others are so stupid, you should have written a 100% test too" feeling to it.

Actually, I seriously dunno why they still want us to remain in this team building madness. We don't even belong to the same department, for gods' sake! We speak different languages besides Hungarian, and there is also the Russian girl... Ok, never mind her, she's just strange. You know... I like her better because of it.

They also lied to my face, and even when I told them I know it was bull, they stood by it. I hoped to get reprimanded or get fired, but alas, no such luck. I was told "that's it, deal with it".

What I did was as follows: turned my back on them, got antisocial with a little group of same-minded antisocials and took turns to tell each other jokes and refused to talk to the others, because... we were breaking the system.

Fave joke of the day: In what way are having sex in a boat and alcohol-free beer alike? The answer: they are both f*cking close to water. (This joke actually made my day and lifted my spirits quite a bit. I'm easily amused, so sue me.)

Also, now I have 22 mushrooms, 15 dragonflies, 8 frogs, about 6 copies of the matrix twins, countless fallen leaves, hundreds of comic strips and a handful of haikus adorning the pages of my notebook. I'm running out of mushroom types I know, so I'll look some new ones up.

...I drew a huge flying saucer race as well. The fallen spoon is the runner up.

Rock Bottom

Today, I was coming home when I started hysterically sobbing while standing in the bus stop. Which is a first for me. It also came out of the blue. Well... mostly. I was thinking about what to do: reading a book, getting something to eat, getting some net-time or going to sleep. I only have one choice, since I'll have to wake up early to get to the team horror in time.

I scared a little old lady half to death, but I quickly told her it was "nothing serious" and that I was just tired and sad. Bless her poor heart.

I'd like to think today could be considered hitting rock bottom. Both of my parents are begging (ok, urging) me to tell the bloody jerks off (my mother) and leave the company asap (my dad).The day was long, our few minutes of break nonexistent, as in group hugs and complimenting each other is much more important than a toilet break, getting a coffee or getting a breath of fresh air.

I was very close to just standing up, walking out and never coming back. I also have to thank the designers for those windows because I was contemplating jumping out... But of course I couldn't. (Which is a good thing, because I'd have died of shame again... come on, it's so cliché and weak...)

Seriously, this is quite enough abuse I have taken. They treat us like animals. If it happened in India, I'd say yes, they are bastards, and sadly it happens. But I thought we belong to Europe, and it was illegal to work someone near to death. Also, there are rules about certain types of work and breaktime... Seems like they are not privy to it. (Hmmm, perhaps I should report them...)

Anyway. Plan is to either work until I get the sum of money for the table I fancied since I saw it (about 2 weeks worth of my future salary), or until I can not bear to go in anymore. Either way, my folks are miraculously standing behind me. (That's a first!) So, I want that table, because then I could say it was worth it, or at least I got something real nice out of it.

I see the walking dead

What the title said. Since I started working for a multinational company, I'm utterly zombified. They think it's a good idea to stick a bunch of people into a room and not letting them out only for break (if we get a break) and of course sleep for 3 weeks. They call it team building. Every sane person calls that torture.

Of course, they also forgot that we are not Americans. Hungarian people are more temperamental, cling on to their personality like mad and refuse to give in.

Also, locking us into a room for a long period of time means half the team shall leave in body bags. Hungarians are NOT team players. We can try to be, but we need space and time away from each other. (Which actually kills the team idea.) Only someone utterly mad could think all types of people are good for this team building crap. ('scuse my Klatchian.)

Truth be told, I'm only in for the money (as I'd prefer to leave the nest and get out of the family home asap), and to observe who the first dead body will be. (My bet is on our "natural healer", and the weapon involved in the murder shall be an axe if I manage to buy one in time. If not, the next time he says something he obviously saw on a Chinese fortune cookie, I'm going to throttle the little snot.)

Have I mentioned that I hate to be humiliated and called names? If not, I shall do it now. Those bastards are doing it... What they are doing is similar to holding out a dozen of coins, showing them to homeless people and trying out how far you can go in humiliating them before they say it's not worth it, and leave.

The Flipside

So... I'm done with the hysterical sobbing, long hot bath and hair washing... I can say I feel at least remotely human again.

The job sucks. The training sucks more.

I landed in a training team session, which will last for 3 bloody weeks, where I won't be taught ANYTHING even close to the things I'll need at work. (Since my group doesn't do what others are doing.)

Actually, I was told I'd be doing IT help desk stuff. That's a load of bull. Then I got told I'll be answering e-mails. That's also bull, and a big one. The real job will be getting e-mails full of data which I'll have to copy into slots, with a program that does stuff like that, and send them away.

It's like the Cinderella job. They throw everything at us and we select these things into separate groups and send them on their way.

But that's not all. We will have to do follow-up, poke the tech guys to do their jobs, arrange things, bug technicians again, do some more follow up like asking if the tech guys did show up and worked their magic or not... if not, rinse and repeat. Oh, and get yelled at.

The breaks are as follows: 4x10 minutes and 1x45 mins for 8 hours. While I have to look at the computer. Rules say I should be allowed 10 mins after every hour, but oh hey, who cares. We are slaves of a multinational bull. Yeehaaa!

Have I mentioned it's an American company? Have I mentioned... Texas? If not, pardon me dahling, I must have had a raw, bloody cow in me mouth... *whimper*

Oh, and I met my future coworkers today. One of them looks like a drunkard, who chain smokes, forced us trainees to smoke with her (Hello, I have asthma!) and she told us she comes in 2 hours earlier and leaves as the last. Huzzah. (Incidentally, you won't get paid if you work overtime.)
The other guy we met and talked with had chewed on looking pullover, baggy clothes... I mean he was... thin, had an insane glint in his eyes, talked way too much with lotsa gestures and had a strange fascination with his fallen-out hairs... he also tore them into little bits. Nice hobby, innit?

Oh, and a few words about the guys (2) who are with me in the training.
One of them is a philosopher. He looks like my ex. Tall, blond, ruggedly handsome, baby-blues... he's a tad bit thinner... Also, he dresses nicely. He's very intelligent too, kind of a loner.
I thought he was really hot. Then he giggled. He came up with some insane idea as dressing up like a mummy on "casual Fridays" and started giggling. I shit you not. He friggin giggled... loudly and long. He did it a few times... he turned us way off.

Other guy... He walked in on the first day, and I fell in love with him. He looked like the hottest guy ever. Long dark hair, hooked nose, deep blue eyes, tall, body like a god (not Buddha), pale white skin... He also has a band and is the singer...
And then he talked and he sounded like one of my worst personal nightmares. He is a natural therapist (or whatshisname), has worked with "magick", actually does not know what wiccans are but he is one, hugs trees for a hobby, is a slobbery romantic idiot and lives with his mother. Also a blazing idiot. He only eats health food - or so he says -,but had absolutely no trouble eating junk food with us on the first day. Add hypocrite to the growing list.

Oh, and they also got me, a certifiable insane madwoman who dabbles in the occult, act like a maniac and has issues. Also do not forget the hysterics and the antisocial problems of mine. Sounds like a team. Not.

Oh Gods, whoever is listening, please save me, and I shall worship you. (I'm not killing people tho', just to be clear about it.)

Death by Cosplay

I got linked a few "cosplay" images. (Costume play, for those ignorant people who have not delved into the insanity of anime-maniacs. It means dressing up as some character. *shudder*)

And you know what? I'd make it punishable by law for females to dress up as males and vice versa. Seriously, it's just plain disturbing.

It's kinda iffy looking at guys in open shirts and see boobies sticking out. (I'd also get it punishable by law to post them on the net and anyone who saves them should be shot to death in the middle of the undecent act that follows it up. I think I have too many perverted friends.)

You know... the whole dressing up thing should be punishable by law save for halloween and the carnival season. It'd save much money and sanity.

Seems like I got the job. Thanks for all who had their fingers crossed for me.

The job: I'll have to work from the afternoon to late in the evening.
The pay sounds great, the work hours (so far) acceptable, but not preferable.

Drawback: I'll have t woprk on national holidays that are not holidays in the USA. The company is very much into the USA. Oh well. I'll have to really hold my tongue.


Only question is: when exactly will I work. If they want me to stay so long that I'll miss my last bus (they actually said I'll end my shift around 22:00, last bus leaves at 23:15, so I'd get there in time) I'll start to have issues. And I can have issues rather loudly.

Anyway, we shall see, and let's hope for the best.
Also, let's hope there will be no hidden bad side to this work.

What a shocker...

Picture taken from here.

Persoanlly, I think Rowling wants to shake up people more. It could be for more money or more fuss about her person, which would be completely believable... She could be doing this for all the reasons...

Also, this proves that she has been reading too many fanfictions. I mean when I got my hands on book 5 I knew she was into them. She started to sound like them. I bet she's a total "slash/yaoi fangirl".

Still... All those clothes, the "my dear boy" comments and... come on, he took Snape in without a big fuss. Yeah, Dumbledore was so gay. We all knew it. (Or many of us.)

Not like it matters that he is...

Well, actually it does for me. I like him a bit better now. Reason being he made mistakes thanks to being infatuated with an asshole. At least he wasn't just a power-hungry, blind idiot (for all the good he intended to do and fucked up royally).

I quite disliked him from book 3 and up. He was just someone who sat behind his chess board and pushed people to and fro - and felt satisfied about it. I hate people like that. Men who think they are gods are the most dangerous ones all around. Dumbledore steered Harry like some cattle and treated him like some sacrificial lamb.

Now I'm not saying it was altogether wrong. It was the best way to get the job done. But never caring about the feelings of people is not something a "nice old grandpa" image fits. So... he got away with much, and I am sure it was better off for him to die. I actually feel satisfied he did. (Yup, still know it is a book and my life certainly does not revolve around it. Still, I kinda liked the story until the famous interview and the last book when I knew for certain that Rowling was a less-than-adequate writer. But oh well. At least the old bastard bit the dust.)

Oh and... I really think Black should have been outed too. I mean leather pants and camping out with his male friend? Now I never once saw Brokeback mountain (Intending to, but alas I was a poor student up till now and it'll be on tv soon enough...), just heard the reviews and... well, I don't wanna give anybody any more ideas but that sounds a tad bit suspicious. Black, besides being in Azkaban should have had a few girlfriends here and there, but all he had was his other three friends and a very serious friendship with Potter Sr. Makes you wonder, eh?

The 23rd...

Well, I won't talk about what happened to me on the 23rd of October for various reasons...

Let's just say I'm really getting bored of this.

In 1956 it was a freedom fight (That ended horribly and quite bloodily. Thanks to the Russians, may those trigger happy bastards rot in hell. I meant the actual ones who pulled the triggers and gave the orders, not the ones who are alive and have nothing to do with all those horrible things in the past.) This year it is not a sodding freedom fight but a weekend activity for idiots who know only how to cause a riot and damage public property. Which will be rebuilt by taxing our wages. They don't work so they don't have to pay. The bastards.

And about the government and politicians... they deserve to be target practice. Arrows, bullets, daggers, you name it, they deserve it. What they do to the country is worth a few years in prison. They are worthless megalomaniac, money-hungry assholes... well, after all they are politicians. And as we all know, politician is the synonym of money-hungry asshole.

I wish we could get one party that's just a bit less corrupt than the others. No such luck so far. I'd even welcome terrorist activity that'd blow up all our practicing politicians. We might choose better ones the second time around. (Ha! I wish!)

So... that's about my musings. I might tell the story later.

The Concert

It was awesome. (Of course it was, it was Dimmu!)

I skipped the first group, arrived on Amon Amarth playing, fought my way into the room and listened in. At the last song I messaged my friend that I actually arrived, and then we met up.
Her male friend I haven't seen for a while now, I believe I saw him last on the last Dimmu concert, when he was with that horrible friend of his.

(Long story short: I couldn't ditch that guy. I said I was going to the little girls' room, and he came with me and stood in front of the bloody door so he won't loose me. I was quite distraught, because I wanted to catch a nice, long haired guy at the concert, and the loser always clambered around me... and fought off the guys who as much as touched me during the concert. And you know how it is in a death metal concert... Still, it was kinda funny seeing the other people look at him funny when he wanted to fight back.)

So, Kriszta's friend did not bring his horrible little friend, thank the heavens. (Any heaven, your pick. I do have my own ideas too, so don't worry.) Still, we all powdered our noses, drank some stuff: beer and cola. (I had the cola, thanks to the usual medication I take. I can't drink much alcohol.) And then we went back into the concert room.

It wasn't too empty. We had to fight our way in, and as soon as it started we fought further along still. Seen as I'm 160 cm tall with high heels or a stool to stand on, it was quite difficult for me to see. Luckily people were fairly short and we were close enough to the stage so I could see most of the time. And it was awesome.

And they played Spellbound too. I was so happy.

Anyway, we were fairly close to the stage, so sometimes a push came and took me nearly off my feet - which isn't so easy. However, people seemed more grown up and shouted down the idiot who started the whole thing - most of the time.
We weren't so lucky tho, there was a total idiot behind us who screamed every word they sang and seemed like he had his own little kung-fu show going on. I put out my elbow, because I was bored of him pushing up against me a few times. (I'm allergic to idiots, they make my skin crawl.) I was lucky for a while, because the people and lines moved, so Kriszta got this blazing idiot behind her, and I got my personal ventilating system in the body of a huge guy with a leather jacket, long brown hair and a red beard. (He was hot too.) I bet his neck hurts more than mine does. I was hot anyway, so the cool air was very welcome. Just not the hair whipping in my face a few times, but he was hot, so he's much pardoned.

I wonder if he's up for takeout in the summer. ^^

Anyway, a few songs before the end came another blazing idiot, who stood behind me, and while Kriszta did her own personal kick-and-hurt thing to drive the other idiot away, this one was making me want to pull his backbone out and whip him with it. Sadly, the elbow trick does not work so much anymore. He is still alive, and prolly had a few blue and purple spots on his body. He did not budge, tho. (By the way, the bloody idiot grabbed my ass! The only thing that saved his life was that I was dragged away by Kriszta, and I wanted to get my coat before the rush. Otherwise he'd be singing in soprano.)

Still, I enjoyed the concert very much. However, I had reason to mourn too. Mustis (synth) turned into some goth-pimp by the looks of him. He looked like Lurch with long hair and in some medieval-pimp clothes. I bet all the goth girls fell for him. He made me retch. And I liked him best.

He still has that pretty hand of his, tho. I mean you've never seen a big hand if you've never met him. He has a huge hand. And I really mean huge. Long fingers, long and big hand. It's not apparent until he starts hitting some keys absent-mindedly, and his hands show. It made me think of Lasher the first time I saw it.

Still, now he looks like some poster boy for a goth girl magazine. Eeeks. I thought they were a death (ok, melodic) metal band. I hope he hits his head again, because this is just... disgusting.

And still, the concert was great. Great sound, lotsa pretty guys, fun to listen, horrible coke, too much smoke. I had to use my inhaler when I came home. I also used up my quota of the day before the concert, because I didn't want to faint in the middle. Wish they would ban smoking inside the building. Come to think of it, they should have. (Maybe I should write a nice letter...)

Oh, and my neck hurts less today. Course it's not much better, but It will. Slowly. Ouch.

Oh, totally forgot. At the end when I got my coat back some guys started pushing me... I pushed back. At least two guys flew backwards. Hehe. I am sooooo strong. ^^

Ain't he hot?

I must admit, I always had a soft spot for the Mad Hatter. (Male, female or undecided. For further details see for example Angel Sanctuary.)

(Picture drawn by Bri-chan.)

Oh and by the way... Headbanging is a bad idea. My neck hurts like a female dog.

Getting ready for Dimmu

For anybody who does not know (if I have never mentioned it before) I'm gonna go to the Dimmu concert today.
Been trying on clothes for a while now, since black feels boring now. I mean I'm not the little 16 year old rabid goth who loses herself in black nail polish, lace and silk.

...I actually planned to go in blue jeans, my Docs and a Dimmu T-shirt.

But thought better of it because of peer pressure. So now here I sit in a black-bluish corset (a lacey blouse underneath), and a frilly (black, frilly on bottom) skirt. And half my chest area and my neck is freezing.
Wish I could just go in a jeans-T-shirt getup, because now I have to hunt for a piece of silk to cover it all. (I don't think I own anything big in silk that would cover my cleavage too.)

Still, the cleavage is modest, don't you think so?

Torture of the century: Job Searching

Well, still no news from the dream jobs I found and applied for. I'm starting to worry. Some of them really sounded like a good catch. Too good to be true, I guess.

And I seriously don't wanna teach. It gives me the creeps. I didn't learn English from a teacher, I have no knowledge about tenses and whatever other grammar thingies English has. I just know how to speak, translate and that's it.
Not to mention that I *hate* to teach. It's like you are forcefully pushed in front of many people watching your every move. It's creepy.
What I want is A: marrying some old billionaire; B: getting a nice quiet job translating; or C: getting an IT help desk job.
I never felt comfortable being observed by people. No, if you need someone who loves to be watched, I can offer my friend. She loves to be seen and looked at. Me, I just wanna meld into the background and enjoy my life.

That reminds me... I need a job before I even think about dating. I'm not going to date a guy before I get myself a nice job. I'm too stressed out as I am, waiting for people to call me back. I'd be spitting back and throwing up body parts if someone tried to date me. (Wait, I do that in normal circumstances too... Oops. Oh well.)
You know... this is the best torture ever, invented by the 21st century. Yay for job searching.

Bogeyman

I turned the TV on.

Saw Michael Jackson on HBO.

I turned the TV off.

Recycled hairbands... ever wonder what they're made of?

Was browsing the net today and found this. It makes me queasy, to tell you the truth.

America, Country of Freedom

Watch this and get as morally outraged as I am.

I hope those policemen and women will be sentenced to some downtime in prison.
Thing is, it won't solve anything. Sadly.
America is as rotten as an overripe apple fallen off a tree to humid soil. Always makes me wish I were in power, but then many Americans would be sentenced to prison, put to charity work and some killed off. (Sometimes I just wish I had a button to push to launch an atomic bomb. Nothing much would be lost. Course I would have to mail Mr Gaiman to get out of there first, asap.)
Come to think of it, not just Americans, but most of them would be.
They are full of shit and proud of it.
Just look at what they did to that guy.

Best idea ever

"Anyone heard saying something along the lines of “America is the best country ever” will be handed a copy of World History.
Second time offenders will be forced to stand in the middle of a room, surrounded by 100 Europeans, Australians and Japanese hired to point, laugh and eventually beat them senseless.
Third time offenders will be clubbed to death. No exceptions."

Feel The Love!

Hm... I think I shall write about the mp3 player and it's adventure later.
Now I shall talk about "The Bitches In The Office".

"The Bitches In The Office" are the quasy-clerks of the uni, who do stuff like (dis)organization of the stuff at the uni. If you have issues with your grade-books, as in handing it in or taking it back you have to go through them. Same with aquiring stamps for your student cards, that enables you to travel certain percents cheaper...

Well, today I had a run in with one of these bitches. She was new. I give her that. She had... certain ideas and ambitions.
In two words, she was a : frigid bitch.
She thought everything will go as she wants it and hands out cheques for students to pay if they do not. Luckily I did not have to pay, but she started shouting at me because she fucked it up and saw the wrong grade for a certain exam. (It was the grade for the written part, not the final one, which is the sum of the written and oral part.)
She thought it was all right to shout my head off, shouting why don't I go and ask the faculty (what I suggested a minute ago) so I shouted back I just said that.
And when I was leaving, sighing "Jesus" she started ranting again. I said bye and closed the door none too gently. (Yeah, running away with style...)

Oh and about my mp3 player... They don't know shit.

Vajh miért...?

Link.

Well met

Laughing my arse off at Marvel

I was reading some Uncanny X-men, one of the cravings on the list I wrote before the complex exam that I said I shall do after I did it.

I didn't even realize the stuff was in Hungarian until it dawned on me that it was just words thrown together. They sure as heck suck at translating.

Seems like Inuit talk in gibberish-Hungarian. News to me.

Observe, and laugh.
The meaning as far as I can translate: "It's not morally right, creeping, that's why chief big pile.
For this not throw up us the marked goal."
(I never saw anybody throwing up a goal before. Did you?)

Their translation:

Another cute one:

Translation for Bubble One: "Counterpart, it is already valid, because it is sprouting inside shadowy." (I laughed my arse off at this one, because the old toilets were called nearly the same as "arnyekos" and... well if someone ate lots of seeds it happened that plants sprouted in the spring... umm... never mind...)

Translation for Bubble Two: "Human disappearance here (as in here of 'come here'). Spirit income."


Ok, one last one to make us all laugh. (Us, mostly Hungarians.)

Right. They fucked up the Lord's Prayer, aka Pater Noster. Good going, idiots.

It goes: "Mi atyánk, aki a mennyekben vagy..."
For dummies: "Our Father, which art in Heaven..."

"Meny" means sister in law btw... so unless someone's Lord resides in a few sister in laws, they are on the wrong path here. Not to mention neither "akia" or "atyah" is a valid word over here... Makes me wonder what kind of translation program these bunch of idiots used.


Seriously... this is either rather offending or fucking hilarious.

Motherly Love

Right, I'm at the point of envisioning creative and unusual methods for offing my mother.
Any tips are welcome. Brownie points for the method being actually funny besides being unusual.

What happened yet again?
Oh, lemme see. Here I am, having a cold, shivering, when she tells me if I want any kind of food I'll have to cook it (and gobble it before she gets to it first, or I won't get any, btw).
So I go, shed the countless bedcovers and warm stuff because I'm planning on moving and not burning myself by one of the covers catching fire...
I made some omelets, but as soon as I turned off the stove she's all over it like some starving man. (She had lunch, I didn't.)
I say I'd like a piece of what I cooked too, because all I had today was tea.

So what does my very loving mother do?
She goes and opens the window, saying it's too hot in here. Outside is like 10-15°C, max, and a strong (need I say chilling?) wind comes in. I instantly start to shiver, but like hell will I give my food up.
She's off, opening the window at my room then, because "It's too humid and hot in here", so I get some food on my plate and quip: why is she opening the windows on a sick person?

She: a sick person shouldn't cook. And if I hadn't cooked, she wouldn't have to open the window.

Me: Why? You would have cooked? Fat chance. Not to mention I'm hungry too. No cafeteria at home, you know.

She takes a plate and roughly pushes me away. Luckily I did not drop the plate, nor my food.
Went back to my room, closed the window, pulled all possible covers over me.

It's so nice to be me, don't you think?

Fun Day at the Hairdresser a.k.a. All Hairdressers Should DIE

Those of you who know me better know that once every year I go to the hairdresser and have it done with permanent waves.
It is a slow process, smelly, hurts like a bitch and lasts about 4-5 hours.
Why do I deem it worthy to suffer through it and have my scalp burned with smelly chemicals?
Well, I want my hair curly.

Today I went to the hairdresser to have the perm process.
IT SUCKED.
I mean it's one thing they don't dry my hair 100%, so I have to go home with half-wet hair...

But it's another that the waves I came in with in my hair, although the roots and at least 5-10 cms are straight already (since it grew some since last year), were curlier and... just plain curly, while the ones I went out with were not what I would call curly at all, more like deformed, not to mention, that at least 15-20 cms of my hair starting from the roots downward are straight now!

Some perm this was...

And the hairdresser had the cheek to say it was because I dyed my hair.
I have been dying my hair as long as I have perm done to it, and let me tell you something: last year they did fabulously, with the same dyed hair (it was, and still is henna, for fuck's sake, dyed 2 months prior to today).
So... now here I sit with my hair looking all off and deformed and just plain ruined.

I shall see what I can do with it once I rinse out that half a box of that horrible, itchy, sticky stuff they rubbed in it.
I guess I shall get some dreadlocks or something. That at least would work.

Harry "Rambo" Potter

My sides are bursting!

Harry Potter, take one

Catching up

First of all I, passed the exam!
YAY!
Course it took some great effort and also asking for a few favors from a certains someone I tend to ask for a reasonable amount of reward (reasonable for him).
Let's just say I'm usually out of blood afterwards, and leave it there. He certainly helped me out a few times so as to get the paper slips with the right number on it, if I das to draw a paper to get a theorem to talk about at exams.
Last time the paper slip fell when I went in and I picked it up to help out the teacher, looked at the number and there it was. Just the number I wanted the most. This time they were a little bit further away from the others, so I picked them. I did get the ones I listed to him I knew.

Hopefully this time gifts and blood will be enough.
One can only hope.
But he did help me in need and I shan't forget this.

Complex Linguistics Exam - Part One

Written part: check. (Woo-hoo!)
Finally!

Wish I could say that about the oral part too.
Will see on friday.

I dunno what will happen. 3 days to learn 32 theorems by heart... Not much chance if you ask me.

Still, I'll try.

All help is welcome.

Lamenting

I cursed my mother today.
She had it coming for 23 years. I always put that off because hell, she is my mother for crying out loud, and people shouldn't do that to their mother even if she fucks them up so bad she did to me.
Yeah, I have phobias and more psychological issues than I can count, all thanks to her care. And now I'm more fucked up than ever, thanks again to her yet again.

Why did I decide to do it now then? I guess I finally snapped. I've taken more abuse from her than most people could stomach, and I still loved her as my mother.
I was an idiot.
Well, now that she has torn up a book and two stories of mine I've worked on for quite some time, I finally went over, and cursed her.
Stupid reason, I know, but... seriously... Who would stoop so low to tear up a book and my works to get to me if I do not respond to the taunts? How petty is that?

I'm still feeling sorry I had to do it, but she deserved it for all she had done to me.
She had it coming.
And I guess I will pay the price - well, actually I have paid it for 23 years.
It is her due.
And I'm very very sad I did that to my mother, and even more sad that my mother did the things to me that fucked me up so, and what had proved me right to do this.

It was long overdue.

Picture from unknown artist...

Now this little strip made me laugh.

The Arrow Cross Party in Hungary Again - All is Lost

Right, explaining previous post.
First, you'll have to know the group called "Arrow Cross Party".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arrow_Cross_Party
These guys.
As bad as they sound.

And now they founded a group that uses the same uniform, which is called the Hungarian (National) Guard.
Yeah sure. There are many people who had witnessed relatives killed off by men in the same uniform. AND I CANNOT FATHOM HOW THEY COULD HAVE ALLOWED SUCH A LOWLY SYMBOL TO GAIN POWER AGAIN!

Now I fear they will start shooting people if they don't think like that.
And what is worse, by letting this.... this abomination to form they have torn the people of this country into two parts: those who cheer them wildly on; and those who fear that symbol, those who loathe the symbol (for understandable reasons, just imagine your mother getting shot in the head by a guy who laughs and wears that horrible uniform and then pissing on her corpse - it actually did happen, but not to me, after all I'm younger) and those who would do anything to get away from that symbol.

Seriously, THIS WAS THE MOST STUPID, DISGUSTING AND LOATHSOME THING TO DO AT PRESENT TIME!

IF YOU, WHO IS READING THIS, HAVE ANY KIND OF POWER TO DO SOMETHING, PLEASE DO!

The people who still think straight do need it. WE NEED HELP!

Seriously.

Nyilasok Újra Magyarországon - Aki Tud, Meneküljön!

Nos, ez van, és az agyam majd szérdurran.
A Magyar Gárda megalakult. A nyilasok újra élnek, és úgy érzem, ha viszonylag kellemes, komolyabb zavaroktól mentes... tulajdonképpen emberi életet akarok élni, nos, azt nem Magyarországon fogom megtenni.
Ott, ahol szélső jobbos, nyilas egyenruhába öltözött emberek mászkálnak az utcán anélkül hogy azonnal bekaszliznák őket életfogytiglanig... nos... nem tudom, meddig élhet normális életet egy értelmes ember.
Nemtom ki hogy van vele, de sokaknak okoztak akkor borzalmas emlékeket annak idején a nyilasok. Sokak: akik életben maradtak. Akik nem beszélnek, azokat anno agyonlőtték.

ÉS ILYENEKET ENGEDNEK SZABADON GARÁZDÁLKODNI!

Komolyan, KI A FASZ ENGEDHETTE EZT MEG?! NEM HISZEM EL, HOGY EZT ENGEDIK!

HÁT NINCS SENKI, AKI EZT MEGVÉTÓZHATNÁ?

BÖRTÖNBE MINDENKIVEL, AKI EZT HAGYTA!

ÉLETFOGYTIGLANT MINDENKINEK, AKI EZT AKARTA!

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I'll save you from yourself
From those demons of the night
I promise fame and fortune
All that you eagerly desire.

I'll save you from yourself
From those voices calling you
Sell your soul to evil
Then you'll be dancing forever.

Today I Saw Jesus

Today I saw Jesus.
He was walking up the hill, decked out in all white.
He was in a half-buttoned shirt, flowing gently in the wind, white-washed jeans and old trainers.
He had a halo of golden-brown hair, bright blue eyes, and he was walking on the thin sidewalk to the lamp I was stading and waiting for the green light.
I was mesmerized, and I knew he was going to come to me and talk to me.
He did walk in measured steps, stopped in front of me, and he talked to me.
He asked for a lighter.

Sadly I had none, so he left.


(Ok, comment for dummies: it was a joke. The bloke just looked like Jesus. No, I still do *NOT* believe in that stupid little religion. It was most probably a homeless guy.)

Book 7

Well, that was sickeningly sweet. I could have thrown up at the end. Eughh.
The side of pink fluffy things and unicorns. Please spare me.

She of course cheerfully murdered off all my favorite characters, first one getting it in the first chapters.

Then she made a sob story out of Sev. *loud retching noises* I think I hate her.

And the mistakes! The book was full of mistakes. If she can't remember the story of her own bloody books as much as I do, it sucks. I mean I think I've read book 6 two times, tops. Jesus.

She also tried to infuse some horror/thriller elements into it in one of the last chapters/scenes, and it did not bode well.
It sucked big time.
Oh well. I never said the bint was ever one of my favorite writers. Or a genius. Not bloody likely.

Deeper into our heavenly suffering
Our fragile souls are falling
It's heartache every moment
Baby with you

Haha! Fooled you! As if I would really like that shit. And yuck! ^^
Anyway... Now I know what I will do on saturday. Hint: http://thefifthdistrict.com/potter/
Wheeeee!

Have you ever wished someone would just drop dead and stay that way? I mean happening in one moment, not building up slowly to an annoyance. Like a strong convinction that you just can't go on if it stays this way.

Well I do.

It is one thing, that I can't go and travel for a while in summer, which is troublesome, because my parents are a bunch of hypocrites who are bitter, stupid and can't think out of the box. Sad, but true. No wonder they have no friends.
It is another, that my folks see this as a chance to vent their angers on me, because I am studying for my exam that's standing between me and my graduation and chance to leave my parentals behind. And believe me, I wish to leave them as far behind as physically possible. As far as my life is concerned, I can thank all my psychological issues to them.

Anyway, besides as them ranting and criticising every aspect of my life, preference in clothes and friends and... well... every aspect of my life, they even think they are a gift from heaven and are meant to ruin everything I own just because it does not suit their tastes.
The funny thing is that I'm not some teenager, and hell, if I lived anywhere else, any other country I would be away from them long ago, but given that this is Hungary... I'm not.
Wish I were. There is no day I do not think about leaving uni and all behind and just find some mindless job and move *away*. Even suicide would do, but really, I don't plan on ending my life.
Just because a pair of reatrds think I'm not the most perfect person on earth I'm not gonna give them the satisfaction to see me crumble.
I have a higher IQ, friends (albeit few, but trusted), ideals and a fucking will to have as much fun in life as I can manage with my personal issues, allergy and assorted illnesses (large part of it I'm told is born from psychological issues, all thanks to my folks... figures).

So. Plan so far: ace the exam (or even pass it), get a job, move out, never come back again.
Sounds good, eh?

This is pissing me off.
My mother opened the windows on me while I was asleep. Again.
Ok, it's summer, but it's only 20°C at noon. It was the coldest in the wee hours of the morning. And now the flat is cold and I'm cold and my nose is running.
Why does she do that? I don't get it. Why is she making me sick? Why is she so into making me miserable? Is it some kind of mother thing I did not know so far?
I mean other mothers tell their kids they love them and want them and how good they are. I get told I'm hated, no good and ugly. Now I know I'm not a monster, but telling those things to a seven year old girl has consequences.
I wish I could do anything to make her as miserable as I was. So far, I was too kind hearted to do anything.
Why must I not hate her? Because she is obviously mad? How long do I have to be nice to my parents for bringing me up, giving me all kinds of traumas so I am so disfunctional that only the thing that my psychological issues are clashing is keeping me sane?
Good ideas shall be greatly appreciated. (No, killing is not an option. No matter how much of a cunt she is, I won't get in prison for murdering her.)

After Harry Potter Five, before throwing up

How to go about this...
It was a fun start. The bus was going only in half an hour time intervals, so I had to walk to the tram (and now I shall thank my parents for making me paranoid, so I was panicking at every shadow). It was an uneventful walk... down the hill. Thanks for the boots my ankles survived it.
Then I got there. The usual funny kids in hats were absent, and we felt a great loss for it. (Was with a certain friend who missed them a great deal too.) And soon the movie started rolling.
It began in an interesting way, and I saw myself commenting "it wasn't written like this" and "gimme a hammer" and even "the translator is horseshit".
Otherwise it was... not bad, better than the other ones for certain, though the end sucked big time. They changed the end completely and Voldie possessed Harry's body. Now that threw me for a loop. Oh well, what did I expect anyway?
But the young Snape... Man, was he hot or is the Pope not Catholic? ^^;
I found a picture of him on the net. Drool material.


Then, after the movie... It was relatively easy to get into the toilets... a wonder if I ever saw one, and then I found the right bus stop for the night buses.
The bus stunk. I mean really. It smelled horrible. Like if a bunch of homeless people lived there and used it as a toilet too. I nearly jumped off, but it wasn't like buses grew on trees, so I endured it. And when I finally got off, it was like heaven. I nearly threw up on the bus, and my stomach is still queasy after 2 hours.
Anyway, then I proceeded to climb the hill. Now you already know I was utterly paranoid, so I whipped out my knife and wheezed my way slowly up. had to stop several times to catch my breath (yay for asthma) and not to mention the cramps (thanks for the allergy medicine of always completely draining me of calcium, and if I forget to take a pill one day, I'll be all cramps the next day - happened today, and ouch) I got in my legs, so...
Anyway, after a scared as hell run up when some guy started following me (thankfully he passed me without incident) I arrived at the door to the garden - just to have two cats set their sights on me. One of them I couldn't shake off, so I had to feed him some chicken to bribe him to go home or bother someone else.

And now I'm hungry, but my stomach is still a bit out of it after that smell. It was one of the most horrible smells (or the most horrible, now that i think of it) I ever experienced.
And I hope I lost some weight after that climb. After all I went the straight and steepestway possible.

And gods, young Snape is HOT!

I want a friggin woman!

Story so far:
I have a friend. He's handsome in his own way, not stupid, interesting to talk with... a bit clueless, but oh well. he is a friend. We did friend stuff, he sobbed on my shoulder about his ex, who dropped him, he sometimes made comments on girls, and so did I about guys. We agreed we are not each other's type, so what else to do? We also had some fun flirting moment ending in "yeah right" comments. Nothing steamy. We even discussed clothing and whatnot without the other getting horny.
And now he is having issues and dragging up my comment that he is not my type. So what? I'm not his type either, and we are friends!
Also, he still considers me as a friend and nothing more, or so he tells me. But he would fuck me if he ever came over.
But it was difficult to drag it out of him. He was jealous and had issues, and it was so hard to get him admit what his bloody problem was. Fucktard.

Guys are all drama queens. After all these ordeals I want a bloody woman. I'm sure they don't play drama queens that often. At least I know what to do with a woman, after all I know how many issues we have. And with a woman I know what to expect.
Arrrrrgh!

How to seduce a guy without a boob-fetish

I was kind of bored. (Should be studying really, but who cares?)
Anyway. Guys with boob-fetish (90% of living males) are easy. You just get a nice, low-cut blouse and show off. (Talking about myself.) Or even mentioning f-cup works. They'll be like cominc relief zombies, chanting: "F-cup, F-cup!". Boring.

Now about guys who won't be interested in breasts... Beats me. Unless they are captured by my sparkling intellect (hah!) or wit (double hah!), I'd have a hard time. Acting all clever and nice is just boring and I'm not into it.
So... I'll get back to it. Still thinking.

Neil in Morpork

Neil came over today to sign books!

We brought lots, and he was nice and smiley about all of it. It was very cute and nice of him, because honestly, I would have chucked them out the window, and murdered the bastards who wanted more than 2-3 books signed.
I brought 6 books for him to sign. ^^;
Someone got a drawing of Dream. Lucky him. He had the hardbacked Sandman series. I was so envious. I only got "Dream!" on my Season of Mists. Sniffle.
Still, yipee! I got them signed, and I got some pretty pretty drawings. Wheeee! (I honestly did not consume too much sugar. Yet.)

Also, he signed "Burn this book!" on Good Omens. Lol. Like hell I will, if I have a say in it. ^^
I also had pictures taken of the two of us and took pics with my mobile phone of him.
Pictures may come later. I'll beg for them as soon as I get a chance. Friends had the camera, because I forgot mine. ^^;

Also, Mr el Fauno was there too. A.k.a. Abe Sapien from Hellboy. (Blue, fishy guy.)
He gave me a signature on a slip of paper, took a photo together, and he huggled my male friends. My friends think he's gay. I dunno, but they had funny faces on when he hugged them, so I had fun. Oh yes, I did. ^^

Alnyway, I hope I'll get my pics soon. Wheeeee!

My Fave Pratchett Quote

Now a black-robed figure scurried through the midnight streets, ducking from doorway to doorway, and reached a grim and forbidding portal. No mere doorway got that grim without effort, one felt. It looked as though the ar­chitect had been called in and given specific instructions. We want something eldritch in dark oak, he'd been told. So put an unpleasant gargoyle thing over the archway, give it a slam like the footfall of a giant and make it clear to everyone, in fact, that this isn't the kind of door that goes 'ding-dong' when you press the bell.

The figure rapped a complex code on the dark woodwork. A tiny barred hatch opened and one sus­picious eye peered out.

" 'The significant owl hoots in the night,' " said the visitor, trying to wring the rainwater out of its robe.

" 'Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men,' " intoned a voice on the other side of the grille.

" 'Hooray, horray for the spinster's sister's daugh­ter,' " countered the dripping figure.

" 'To the axeman, all supplicants are the same height.' "

" 'Yet verily, the rose is within the thorn.' "

" 'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy,' " said the voice behind the door.

There was a pause, broken only by the sound of the rain. Then the visitor said, "What?"

" 'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy.' "

There was another, longer pause. Then the damp figure said, "Are you sure the ill-built tower doesn't tremble mightily at a butterfly's passage?"

"Nope. Bean soup it is. I'm sorry."

The rain hissed down relentlessly in the embar­rassed silence.

"What about the caged whale?" said the soaking visitor, trying to squeeze into what little shelter the dread portal offered.

"What about it?"

"It should know nothing of the mighty deeps, if you must know."

"Oh, the caged whale. You want the Elucidated Brethren of the Ebon Night. Three doors down."

"Who're you, then?"

"We're the Illuminated and Ancient Brethren of Ee."

"I thought you met over in Treacle Street,'' said the damp man, after a while.

"Yeah, well. You know how it is. The fretwork club have the room Tuesdays. There was a bit of a mix-up."

"Oh? Well, thanks anyway."

"My pleasure." The little door slammed shut.

The robed figure glared at it for a moment, and then splashed further down the street. There was indeed another portal there. The builder hadn't bothered to change the design much.

He knocked. The little barred hatch shot back.

"Yes?"

"Look, 'The significant owl hoots in the night', all right?"

" 'Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men.' "

" 'Hooray, horray for the spinster's sister's daugh­ter', okay?' "

" 'To the axeman, all supplicants are the same height.' "

" 'Yet verily, the rose is within the thorn.' It's piss­ing down out here. You do know that, don't you?"

"Yes," said the voice, in the tones of one who in­deed does know it, and is not the one standing in it.

The visitor sighed.

" 'The caged whale knows nothing of the mighty deeps,' " he said. "If it makes you any happier."

" 'The ill-built tower trembles mightily at a but­terfly's passage.' "

The supplicant grabbed the bars of the window, pulled himself up to it, and hissed: "Now let us in, I'm soaked."

There was another damp pause.

"These deeps ... did you say mighty or nightly?"

"Mighty, I said. Mighty deeps. On account of be­ing, you know, deep. It's me, Brother Fingers."

"It sounded like nightly to me," said the invisible doorkeeper cautiously.

"Look, do you want the bloody book or not? I don't have to do this. I could be at home in bed."

"You sure it was mighty?"

"Listen, I know how deep the bloody deeps are all right," said Brother Fingers urgently. "I knew how mighty they were when you were a perishing neo­phyte. Now will you open this door?"

"Well . . . all right."

There was the sound of bolts sliding back. Then the voice said, "Would you mind giving it a push? The Door of Knowledge Through Which the Untutored May Not Pass sticks something wicked in the damp."

Brother Fingers put his shoulder to it, forced his way through, gave Brother Doorkeeper a dirty look, and hurried within.

The others were waiting for him in the Inner Sanc­tum, standing around with the sheepish air of people not normally accustomed to wearing sinister hooded black robes. The Supreme Grand Master nodded at him.

"Brother Fingers, isn't it?"

"Yes, Supreme Grand Master."

"Do you have that which you were sent to get?"

Brother Fingers pulled a package from under his robe.

"Just where I said it would be," he said. "No prob­lem."

"Well done, Brother Fingers."

"Thank you, Supreme Grand Master."

The Supreme Grand Master rapped his gavel for at­tention. The room shuffled into some sort of circle.

"I call the Unique and Supreme Lodge of the Elu­cidated Brethren to order," he intoned. "Is the Door of Knowledge sealed fast against heretics and knowlessmen?"

"Stuck solid," said Brother Doorkeeper. "It's the damp. I'll bring my plane in next week, soon have it-"

"All right, all right," said the Supreme Grand Mas­ter testily. "Just a yes would have done. Is the triple circle well and truly traced? Art all here who Art Here? And it be well for an knowlessman that he should not be here, for he would be taken from this place and his gaskin slit, his moules shown to the four winds, his welchet torn asunder with many hooks and his figgin placed upon a spike yes what is it?"

"Sorry, did you say Elucidated Brethren?"

The Supreme Grand Master glared at the solitary figure with its hand up.

"Yea, the Elucidated Brethren, guardian of the sa­cred knowledge since a time no man may wot of-"

"Last February," said Brother Doorkeeper help­fully. The Supreme Grand Master felt that Brother Doorkeeper had never really got the hang of things.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," said the worried figure. "Wrong society, I'm afraid. Must have taken a wrong turning. I'll just be going, if you'll excuse me . . ."

Been watching Heroes lately. Love the japanese guy. He's very cute. Especially when he sees the "flying man" and describes car "boo boo". That was really cute. Wish I could watch more.

I WANT A BLOODY BREAK!

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coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

(...)
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

Now that made me think... and laugh.
I admit, the exam is weighing down on me quite badly, and I'm more suited to roam the streets at night like the undead, but oh well.
I've made a loooong list of what I shall be doing after the exam period is over. What is certain that I will be leaving the net for a while. Oh yes.

Yay for random name generators

• My Vampire name by the vamp name generator:

The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity:
Lana Black

Known in some parts of the world as:
Bitch of Blood

The Great Archives Record:
Thirsty, unstoppable and vicious.

Charming, aye?

• Then I went and looked up with the help of fairy name generator who I should be, were I a fairy.

Your fairy is called Oak Rainbowdancer

She is a fortune bringer.

She lives in forests of oak and lime trees.

She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.

She decorates herself with leaves and berries. She has multicoloured wings like a butterfly.

Yay?

Then I went to the pirate name generator. The result is a dissappointing:

Cap'n Javier Kookypants

Eugh.

• Then I generated a totally random name in a random name generator. It was Maia Elissa.

My second generated name, which got the witch and celtic boxes checked, was Boudicca Dragonsnort. Sounds really fancy... not.

• And now I just couldn't stop. My hobbit name is Meryryan Roots of the Shire. Huzzah.

• My Prison Bitch name is Lips.
• My Japanese name is 遠藤 Endoh (distant wisteria) 千秋 Chiaki (very fine in autumn) Load of bullshit, but why not?
• My penis name is: Free Willy.
• My Chinese name is Kong Tian-rui. Tian for sky, heaven, god, celestial; and rui for sharp.
• My superhero/villain name is Broil Mistress. Rawr.
• My new pagan name is Elphame Edris Firelight.
• My second pagan name, whithout oppressing me with gender issues: Autumn Hailstone Danu. Very catching. NowI know what exciting name I shall bear when jumping over campfires and flying when drunk. Wheee.
• My pimp name is Suede D. Joker.
• My Viking name is Noname Ferretsmasher.
  "Your Viking Personality: You're a fearsome Viking, but you aren't completely uncivilized. The other Vikings make fun of you for that. You have a thirst for battle -- unfortunately, you're not terribly good at it. You probably know which end of a sword to hold, but you're not a fearsome fighter by any stretch of the imagination.

  You would have a very tough time making a long sea voyage in a Viking longboat. Other Vikings tolerate your presence, though they're not quite sure if they can trust you to fight dirty.

  You have a fairly pragmatic attitude towards life, and tend not to expend effort in areas where it would be wasted. Other people tend to think of you as manipulative and conniving."
  
  Duh?
  

• My Star Wars name is Dorgl Krbud, Rennone of Zyrtec. Blech.

That's all for today.

"And you, my friend, are royally *horn blowing*"

Schizotypal Personality Disorder

Quick Summary:

Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.

Symptoms of Schizotypal Personality Disorder:

• Odd or eccentric mannerisms or appearance
• Superstitious or preoccupied with paranormal phenomena
• Difficult to follow speech patterns
• Feelings of anxiety in social situations
• Suspiciousness and paranoia
• Odd beliefs or magical thinking
• Appears shy, aloof, or withdrawn to others

It certainly reminds me of myself. Oops.

I'm fed up with all those people calling themselves "lady" this, "lady" that. In most of the cases, they have absolutely NO idea, what a lady is supposed to be.

A lady, if we take the word as it is, is the "woman of the household" as in married to the guy owning the house, and nothing more. If we take the title, they are the wives of the lords, or sometimes as a courtesy, daughters of lords are also called that. I rather fdoubt any of those women who call themselves "lady" are in possession of those titles.

Furthermore, if they claim to be ladies, they should be acting like one. (Right now I'm talking about those simpering "ladies" who act like nobility from past centuries.)

• Ladies know proper etiquette. Therefore those, who are rude, curse in public, are not dressed properly or whatever else they do that is not considered proper, are never ladies.
  
  
• Ladies are virtuous, therefore those who have slept with their boyfriends before marriage, shall never be ladies. (Also, those who have spent the night at their boyfriends' without a chaperon also fail.)
  
  
• Ladies are meek and never as aggressive as men. Those who argue, those who cuss, those who act like men do (No, not thinking about toilet issues or anything sexual.), well, they are women. Those who are at least a bit on the side of feminists have no right to call themselves ladies, since real ladies, are inferior to men. After all, in the centuries the title was in use they were believed to be inferior. (Lesson: don't use something you know little or nothing about.)
  

Last, but not least, here is a quote from wikipedia: ' lower class women strongly preferred to be called "ladies" while women from higher backgrounds were content to be identified as "women." '
This explains it all.
Gods, I'm so sick of them.

I think it's another top too small for me.

And I know. I'm really evil. :D

Wow. Guys are nice to me left and right. Maybe I have "Trick me!" written on my forehead, and I shall wait for the other shoe to drop? I wonder.
Still, the attention feels nice. And they are soooooo cute. Jesus, I think about grown up men as kids. There is something seriously wrong with me.
Yup, this is all thanks to the sunlight. I need to move to a place with lotsa sunlight. Yup. I do.

/And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well./

Good conversation today made me very happy. Also my new hairpin. It's from leather, and it looks like something tribal. Very very pretty.
Romans don't really float my boat, but they were a suitable topic. He's not that reserved once you get to know him. He's actually pretty nice. He must be an american geek with a suprisingly clear and clever mind. I guess miracles still exist. ^^