Didn't you know? In the old days they burned Wiccans!!! (Why can't they do it now too?)

All right people, let's all point and laugh. Because Marvel wiki just produced the most stupid quotation I've seen in months! Wheee!

"Wicca is the name of a religion and is the basis for the word Witch. In the past, it's practitioners were often persecuted as witches."

I myself refuse to create an account just to wipe out some moron's mistake or, as it may be, some wicca-crazed, star-eyed treehugger's net based hard-on.

So... roflol wtf omg what a moron. *sigh*

Still... can't we time-travel the Wiccans back in time and have them burned? Pretty please? It'd be fun, promise!

Skyline

Spoilers and bitching ahead. I'm gonna be brutal so... get ready.

It was the most stupidly pointless, fucking idiotic, boring as all hell movie of my life, rivaled only by Wolverine, maybe.

If I said:

• ok guys, imagine an evil alien invasion, now show it from the point of view of the most boring, dislikeable but not hateful enough to be actually memorable characters, who will whine, dick around and whine some more in circles;
  
• make sure to make the alien ship and the aliens look like those little moving probes from the Matrix because they are cool and add some high-tech Cthulhu look alikes as well;
  
• then make it look totally boring and make sure to put in enough pregnant silence, dicking around, more whining and have them act like stupid, brainless American shit...

well, then they couldn't have made it this bad. It takes talent to be this fucking boring and to make such shit.

To sum it up, an evil invasion occurs, and NOBODY NOTICES THE HUGE FUCKING SPACESHIPS COMING, while during Independence Day Americans all over the movie were creaming their pants waiting for their friendly neighborhood ET to hover above their city!

Then!!! It takes DAYS for the fucking American Air Force to notice that ET (who looks like those little probes of Matrix who took Morpheus' ship apart in the first Movie) is all over the fucking city and eats humans and uh... not to forget the huge fucking spaceships just plain siphoning hundreds of humans up from the streets. It takes DAYS for a FEW PLANES to attack the ship. One ship, mind. I'd think if this happened it'd take hours, tops for a whole army of planes to attack ET and his mothership.

But then again, it is an American movie and maybe I have been keeping America in too high a regard. Heh. How sad is that?

Anyway. The main characters are a bunch of partying twentysomethings who drink and curse and have huge bulging tattoos and fuck around, a charming lot, really. They don't know anything, they are scared, have guns and have no aim, are scared as rabbits, they just sort of wander around and exlaim: oh my god, they've taken Mr whatshisname... Oh my god!!! They have no plans!! The call the cops after they see hundreds of people being abducted. AND they wonder why nobody's picking up. And they stay in a skyscraper instead of running to something underground...

So when the water supply stops and they are trapped in the skyscraper they just act all surprised and they sort of... don't even panic much, they just bicker and act reeeeally stooopid. WTF? Is it how real Americans act? If so, they deserve to be eaten by ET, and I give them the thumbs up. (No, intelligent Americans, who scampered into the sewers, collected water and food supplies and saved themselves deserve to stay alive. Obviously.)

Then, when help comes and soldiers land on top of the buildings they stay low and they cower in fear and bicker instead of going out there and saying. hey we are prolly the last survivors here, care to give us a lift to a safer place? Je~sus!

Finally, a guy gets the right idea but he is rebuffed because he is "infected by the aliens". *facedesk* Then he takes his gf anyway. Predictably the guy and blonde bitch left in the flat are eaten. Well, the girl is, the guy opens the gas (which is still mysteriously working *cough*) and blows himself up. Btw, that was Angel from Dexter.

Then a mega alien, looking disturbingly like Cthulhu with many glowing blue eyes wreaks havoc and when a bunch of planes come to attack it it single mindedly does not try to kill the planes that can kill it, but goes after the two humans on the roof and tries to eat them time and time again... until it is finally killed by the numerous crashing planes and whatnot.

Seriously... writers: have you lost your fucking minds snorting coke or something?! Why wouldn't the fucking alien fight back instead of trying to eat two harmless humans???? Fight first, eat the meal later, no? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MINDS?!

Ok, the ending is yet the weirdest shit ever: the final two humans (prggers girl and infected bloke) gets sucked into the spaceship and the girls wakes up, all sticky to see people's heads bitten off. She sees her bf's head get bitten off, then she is sucked into some tube and into what appears to be the dining hall. There aliens seem to eject their used up brains and eat human brains that seem to glow blue in the feeding area. Then they go on about their alien business. (Should I even say how fucking stupid that is?!) Then there is a redly glowing brain. The alien that gobbles it up shakes, shakes its head a lot, then stands up, puts its hand over the girl's stomach, she screams a lot, then it strokes her head and she realizes it's her bf's brain. Obviously red means infected and nobody notices when an alien is about to eat an infected brain. Good gods, this is sooo fucking stupid.

Anyway, the movie ends up with said alien bf standing over the girl and dozen other aliens attacking.

I don't dare to count how many times I said "stupid" in this post.

Kívánjuk a' sajtó szabadságát, censura eltörlését

Nesze nektek, Fidesz. Hát ez kellett, nem?

Zsebre vágják a nyudíjad, eltörlik a sajtó szabadságát, nem akarom tudni, mit terveznek még.

Köszi, hogy őket választottátok, tényleg. Hát imádjátok csak Viktorkát, mert hamarosan titeket is szembeköp.

Már várom, mikor lesz tüntetés ellene is. Gáz, hogy addigra már új törvények lépnek életbe, ami szerint a kormány elleni tüntetőket megkínozzák és kivégzik, mert csak. Aki pedig csak a kormány elleni tüntetés gondolatával kacérkodik, azt mondjuk keresztre feszítik az országház előtt elrettentésül.

Wow, srácok... köszi!

Got tagged in LJ, but since I hardly write in LJ... here it is.

→ What song are you currently addicted to?
Alejandro by Lady GaGa (damn you, Cliff, it's all your fault!!!)

→ What's your favorite season?
Late spring. I love the feel of the sun on my skin without turning into a burnt lobster.

→ What’s the latest movie you watched?
Uhh.... I can't remember. I hope it wasn't Wolverine Origins.
(As of 18, December, it's Egy bolond százat csinál. Bless you, Comedy Central! :) )

→ What is the one skill you wish you had?
Charisma. I wish I had awesome people skills. But I guess mind reading (with the ability to control it ofc) would be just as good.

→ What’s your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Bullseye (and sometimes Daken) in Marvel Comics

→ What's your favorite TV Show?
These days? I watch South Park, Family guy and Star Trek DS9.
Why? Because Supernatural sucks, I haven't been able to watch House for months because it's shit, NCIS is getting very boooring and old and The Walking Dead is not regularly aired.

→ What web sites do you always visit when you go online?
Facebook, LJ, NotAlwaysRight, Manga Traders, CrochetMe, Oglaf (once a week)

→ What was the last thing you bought?
A pendant. Yay for Christmas sales! I've been ogling it since summer!

→ If you won 10,000 bucks today, what would you do with it?
Exchange it to Hungarian currency and open a shop.

→ Favourite time of day?
Night. I like being awake when everyone else in the house is asleep.
Either that or late afternoons during summer. I hardly ever got to enjoy it this summer as I was always working evening shifts. I fucking hate evening shifts!!!

→ What's the last thing that made you happy?
Getting my new pendant. Before that? Edi responding to my fanmail! ^^ Before that? Cliff calling me "bub". Nothing like the small things in life that go right to make youcontent and all warm and fuzzy inside.

→ What are five of your favorite foods?
Sushi, spinach, onion rings, császármorzsa, tócsni

→ Five things you can’t live without.
Computer with internet, books, video games, comics, friends


Tag. Whoever reads this in my friends list is it.

I need a new printer

I have a HP printer. It's, I think, about the 3rd HP printer I own. My dad bought it, saying it was the best option.

I shudder to think what the other options were.

Let it be clear, I wanted a working printer that would print me pages both in colour and black depending on what I need without lines and spots... I want(ed) to use said coloured pictures.

What did I get? It was trash the moment I started to use it. The black letters had lines, the coloured pictures as well.

I stopped using it for a while. Half a year maybe. Now? It won't even print anything. I tried the cleaning procedore 12 times. Yes, I did count it. Still nada. Not even a frikkin line!!!

My printer is shit. Useless junk. I will buy myself a printer for Christmas. And I will only buy something decent and useful.

If anybody has suggestions, shoot. BUT! Only if it's to be found in the shopping malls close to me. If not, don't even bother. I'm not interested in something I can't get. That'd piss me off even more. And let's be honest, it'd be pretty stupid of you to suggest a printer I cannot purchase, no? The one I'm talking to will know. And will not give me useless suggestions.

Oh and this? This'll be thrown away, my dad'll prolly try to save the little shit, but I don't care. I need the space and even a printer-sized place on the table is enough to be filled by my boxes of beads. And yes, my beads are more useful, hundred times more useful, than a frikkin HP printer.

Thank you.

I dreamt about Daken, Wolverine's wayward, bisexual son. I do not know how I ended up in the building, but I’m pretty sure it was the hospital from my previous dreams from the afternoon.

Anyway, I’m not too sure of the timeline as I woke up one time and went back to sleep… but I think what happened first was that I came to live with… well… a woman. Not sure who. She had two kids. Two boys. They were both older than me. And they were pretty self-reliant and well… they didn’t care much about me, not like it scared me. I remember my first trek to the bathroom – it was huge. Dark blue and gray tiled walls and some sort of dark stone tiled floor and there were two bathtubs on either side of the room. One of them was opaque, the other see-through and looked like a glass-coffin with metal edges. It had leather restraints hanging out of it. Yeah, it didn’t register, but it was the tub-like thingy from Weapon X. (Way too much Wolverine Origins, methinks. I gotta lay off those comics for a while.)

Anyway, I remember talking with one of the guys once late at night/very early morning on the balcony. It wasn’t cold and I was unable to sleep. I think they were nocturnal anyway, as far as I noticed. So I padded out onto the balcony to see the sky lighten and he was there, looking out with a really intense expression. He gave me a grin, the kind that’s no mirth but dark amusement and savagery and turned to me, back toward the railing, slouching in an easy stance. I guess I do not need to mention that the place was high up. Not the topmost floor though. I do not remember what we talked about save for the fact that it was somehow creeping me out, as Daken usually did, just that at some point he jumped up and crouched on top of the railing like it didn’t matter. He was like a predator, all teeth and dark amusement and power rolled off of him in waves. I wasn’t afraid of him, not much anyway. I think I was attracted to him instead, I wanted to impress him, I wanted him to like me. I think I simply amused him to no end. (I felt like 14 again, meh.)

I also remember meeting the other one too. He was moody, depressed, sad. It was like I could taste his sadness, his despair. He skulked around the flat with his head hung low, always so sorrowful, so heartbroken. I talked with him as well. Somehow I found some common ground with him, he spent more time with me than his brother. He just spent all his time at home, although mostly he moped in his room.

I think this is when I woke up. And glancing at the clock went back to sleep.

And I was in the corridor outside the flat that looked like the hospital floors from my earlier dreams in the afternoon. I knew the flat was smashed, I saw the bathroom, it was totaled, both bathtubs smashed, chunks missing from both of their sides.

I darted from cover to cover as gunshots sounded. I was sure, completely certain I was going to be shot, but somehow the shots missed me, ricocheting from walls, metal doors and some pretty iron fence thing that was placed to separate the corridors.

I looked out from the iron fence, ready to be shot, certain to be shot but needing to see who the heck was attacking me. It was Daken, aka the brother with the dark grin. His face looked savage, that silly mohawk of his blowing in the wind as he fired at me.

I’m sure I yelled at him, asking why he was hunting me. I also know he yelled back something, I just can’t really remember it aside from the fact that he desperately wanted me to disappear for some reason. Of course I didn’t want to.

At that moment I realized I was somehow backed into some already trashed part of a corridor and I think the other brother was in there, urging me to run as soon as there was a chance, he would escape as well, since his brother couldn’t kill him. So when Daken was out of ammo and reached to reload his pistols/guns I ran, grabbed his wrists while he was still holding his guns, used them as leverage, pushed myself up in a jump and flipped myself over him, just like that. And then I ran.

I ran down, through corridors that were already thrashed by someone or more someones. I arrived at ground level, seeing that a jet was parked outside (The X-jet, I guess.) I ran to the parking garage, where I was grabbed by Logan, with whom I seemed to be familiar with. He told me that we needed to run, so we went to the sub-levels trying to find a car, only to be met with Daken again – who took the lift. (Duuuh!) He started firing at us again (where the hell were his claws?!), only to be interrupted when a car ripped through the parking lot, the younger brother driving out… outside onto the streets. Somehow that filled me with more dread.

I dunno why there was so much ruin on the streets or why there were no people at all outside, I did not think about it, but I knew that the younger brother was heartbroken because his wife died and that he was also called Logan. I screamed his name just as he crashed – full speed- into a pillar. The car blew up, I dunno what happened to the original Logan, but my dream got a bit hazy there, I prolly woke up again, although I can’t remember.

Anyway, the car blew up, we all ran out, turned out that Logan Jr was still breathing, so I promised him to take care of him, put him into a coma and keep him in his room in stasis forever… his room, which was on the level below mine. Not in this building tho, which made me wonder how come I had my own flat and since when? As I said, it was getting hazy at this point. Logan original disappeared, I think he went to tuck his son away into stasis, and Daken walked out, his long, brown coat billowing after him (long coat?! way to go, imagination!), gun hanging in his hand by his side, grinning at me darkly. I offered that he can stay with me if he’d like. He said he will. And grinned, full of sharp white teeth.

He got into a sleek, white car, opening the side door for me and waited until I got in. Then we went on a scenic route, speeding along a road following the coast. I could see the beach past him and the dark blue stormclouds gathering ominously. Then we neared a bunch of white houses with pretty white picket fences and angel red pomegranate trees heavy with fruit. Daken stopped the car and turned to me.

He told me that they stopped building these houses when that something happened. I can’t remember what exactly. But he told me that the trees were selected just for these high class houses and that Logan Jr wanted to buy one of these houses and move in with his wife, but she died along with the others and now this is a ghost town with unfinished buildings and trees heavy with fruit.

I wanted to go out there and pick some, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me. He told me not to get out of the car. And he grinned. It sent shivers down my spine. (I think zombies were in the houses, but I couldn’t say, it was just a dark, foreboding feeling.) Instead, he told me he’d stay with me and will let me comfort him (wtf?) and started up the car again.

Hell, I never really liked the guy before… Now? If he acts like this and stays off of men I think I will like him after all. Still... I prefer his daddy, tyvm.

Weird dreams, post-operation

After my operation today… I had 4 hours of sleep to get over the painkillers and the adrenaline withdrawal... and the dreams… they were vivid.

I was in the hospital, getting my bandages changed. (It’s scheduled for tomorrow.) The nurses were fun and felt like I was in a pedicure salon.

They changed my bandages, we hung out and then I left because snow began to fall and the temperature was below zero. So I left the place… and that’s when things really began to get surreal.

I left the room and I was stalking the halls in long steps. I was in a very, very vivid red and black checkered flannel shirt with a black shirt underneath, black denim and black cowboy boots. The red of my shirt seemed to leave a burning afterimage, also red, as if it was glowing from within.

And then I saw two guys I was in love with when I was 14. They were walking down one of the corridors and I wanted to make an impression. I stalked past them, intent on looking back when I could… and then I saw a guy… with elfish ears (more of a WoW look) with tattoos and earrings in the tip of his ears. I remember turning back and giving him a look and hissing something sinuous and seductive.

I went past one or two more men, turning back and saying stuff I never imagined I ever would (nor do I remember anything but that they sounded confident and sexy from my mouth) and they looked back and grinned and looked interested. I felt like the devil.

And then I was out on the side door in a small backdoor garden that did not exist irl and there was this girl from some anime I knew (also does not exist irl), she was actually a princess from a small kingdom who was promised for another prince from another big kingdom that actually pressed them for her hand… And as we stood a guy from over the high concrete wall leant up in the foliage (it looked like he was perched on a tree branch next to a birdhouse and pulled out some kind of… lamp. He aimed it at the wall in front of him we stood against with this princess and some sort of light patterns began to make elaborate patterns on the wall. He was aiming at some wooden… relief with holes in them, and when I looked up from under said wooden relief I saw holes in the bottom and the traveling light seemed to make out another pattern/design that somehow seemed to remind me of something. Of what I forgot, of course.

Anyway, I went to some old man I knew in the anime who seemed to be the king… or his advisor and he told me the pointy-eared dude was actually the other king, just in his real form. Not to mention that the old man’s daughter was actually safe and hidden and this princess was some faceless something and he ripped off the face of a young boy who was the most beautiful he had ever seen and put it on said faceless something and it grew up to be his princess. So he is giving away a fake princess. But the princess somehow followed me and she heard and panicked…

Then I was back watching the lights fly with her, which kinda shocked me, and she stared, afr4aid of the play of the light and some very pretty music began to play. Obviously it wasn’t any music I heard irl… sucks.

Anyway… there was some bit with me recovering from my injury in a classroom we stayed with my family, where my father taught in the mornings, and there was this book he was quoting from and it was so true… Obviously I forgot the quote. In the meantime I chatted with Cliff my writing on the boards and his responses just showed up in chalk. And then my uncle came to visit… and I went next morning to get my bandages changed and the nurses were all over my book saying it’s virtually impossible to get a copy now and where did I get it.

And then there was that bit where we visited some old neighbours who moved to a posh street into a posh house, and on the street the neighbours were weird. There was this cartoon dog and his family, a tranny and his husband, OJ Simpson… Yeah… weird. That’s all.

Wolverine Origins, the movie (the horror!)

This is bullshit. And I have only seen about 20 minutes of it.

I'll just list my reactions, shall I?
(Forgive me the multitudes of exclamation marks and suchlikes, they are symbolizing the fact that Marvel got its shit seriously wrong.)

• Omfg, what is frikkin Striker doing in the army? In 1940?! He was a toddler at the time!! That is... so not Stryker. He is an anti-mutant extremist, not a frickin army guy working with mutants!!!
  
  
• Guys... Stryker is a PRIEST. NOT a colonel. He doesn't look like him, doesn't sound like him. This is way too weird, even for an alternative universe. And he is a present day threat, not an old one!
  
  
• Uhm... Mr Hobbit is supposed to be Bolt?! Really? Seriously, I love the actor, I really do, but Campos is still fucking tiny. Bolt is a tall guy.
  
  
• And since when is Bolt this old? He is as old as Iceman, and we all know Bobby is much, much younger. He should be a toddler, not some murdering mercenary.
  
  
• And since when is Maverick Asian???? No, I'm not a racist, I just like my facts right. (I'm not dissing the guy, he is hot, but he is NOT Maverick.)
  
  
• Wade comes closest to being realistic, save for the fact that the man is a brutal psychopath and. They made him into a cute little guy next door. WTF?!
  
  
• ...Bolt is dead... at about 25 minutes into the movie? Why~?!
  
  
• ...nice ass
  
  
• uhm... Sabertooth mobs Scott post-laser vision? Striker taking Scott?? Where the fuck is Xavier?? Is this an alternate movie reality? I thought they'd at least stick to the movie storyline.
  
  
• Remy!! WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS ACCENT?! His ACCENT defines Remy LeBeau. Gambit!!!! Guys!!! WHERE THE FUCK IS GAMBIT'S ACCENT?!
  
  
• omg, they've killed Wade... again... ><
  
  
• Chuck is walking!! What the hell?!?!? And Emma Frost met Scott first?! Where the fuck is Jean? They fucked up the movie storyline too! Arrrrgh!!!!!!!!
  
  
• This is NOT Stryker. This is some army freak, a deranged idiot asshole wannabe. This. Is. Not. Stryker. Stryker is a frothing at the mouth anti-mutant priest! Holy fucking hell, this is crazy!!

Oookay, just what the fuck was this movie? Because it sure as hell wasn't Wolverine, Origins.
I haven't seen such a horrid movie since Queen of the Damned.

Nothing, nothing in this fucking movie was ever like it really was in Origins. It's... I dunno how anybody came up with this shit. I have no idea how it could have happened.

People who were not supposed to be in it, mostly because they were born later or they just weren't supposed to be in it were in it... the story was all wrong, the whole plot of the movie was... all wrong.

I can't say it in any other way.

This was not Wolverine Origins. The title may have said so, but the characters, the plot and well, really... everything was out of whack.

What the fuck was this shit?

Well, I don't feel like documenting this moment of my life but at least it'll give some people the right idea, as in: stop asking me how I am, I'm in fucking pain, happy?!

So yeah. I got my ultrasound and they took some tissue samples. The weird thing is, after a half an hour it started to hurt. Bad.

Now in the evening it hurts like a motherfucker. When I eat, when I swallow, when I do anything, breath exist, am awake. They said this'll be like a mosquito bite. Nobody said it should hurt afterwards. And it frikkin does. I can't whisper as my throat closes up from the pain.

I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to hurt this bad. And fuck it if I feel like showering, washing my hair and dressing up AND traveling back to the fucking hospital to have it looked at. Where, most probably they will use me as a pin cushion and draw blood to see what the fuck they might have fucked up. And I have no idea what they would do to fix me.

I just want this fucking pain gone. I think they might have scratched or punctured something they shouldn't have.

Fuck. Why me?

And I don't want you asking me how I am. If you meekly ask me how I feel, I will beat you half to death with your own severed arm then stuff it down your throat. Thank you.

...oh boy

It's a funny story, actually.

I was on Farmville wiki reading about some random farmyard stuff (yeah, FV is a very nasty habit I need to kick) and saw that there was a Marvel wiki or superhero wiki. So I went and clicked to check it out. And there were a few pictures of the most popular heroes. There was Wolverine, and I was tempted to check up on the guy to see what I may have missed since I last read X-Men related comics... and then I saw this guy who looked disturbingly like Wolverine, only he was called Daken.

Hmm, I thought, has Wolvie gone and got a new name or was he maybe cloned? I was intrigued, so I clicked the piccie of this Daken. Imagine my surprise when I saw that he was actually Wolvie's long lost son? (so cliché) And half-Japanese to boot! (Actually, I thought he would be shorter than Wolverine because of his Japanese heritage, but no, he is taller... and has blue eyes... weird.)

So I went and read up some Dark Wolverine stuff (Daken's comics) and Dark Avengers, and since there was a Siege of Asgard as well with Loki in it... well, I had to read it.

And then bam... right in my face something that shocked me even more: (Parental guidance advised for piccie.)


Yeah, so why the shock aside the fact that Daken smooched Bullseye nonchalantly? (Call me a perv but I find it kinda hot, especially since Daken is manipulating Bullseye within an inch of his life.) A while ago Marvel was so hompophobic, they only allowed scantily clad women with hot bodies to smooch. Now, a while ago they had Rictor and Shatterstar kiss. (No, not so hot. The artwork sucked but hey, they did indeed kiss on panel.) And now Daken propositions Venom, Bullseye and technically anything that's male and moves. (Ok, he fucks women too, but it's 2 women and 4 men I saw him with in the comics so you can draw your conclusions.)

So. Marvel... I tip my hat to you. You made an awesome turn around and well... even if I feel a bit sad that Daken is pretty much gay, I like what you did with what you had. It's so nice to see it's not just a few lesbians for fanservice anymore.

And yeah, Daken creeps me out. Not because he is mostly gay but because he is a sadistic, masochistic, twisted, deranged son a bitch who enjoys what he is doing (which is mostly killing innocent people in the most gruesome ways possible and inflicting harm both physical and mental) and he has no feelings whatsoever. He wants power and money and blood and gore. He likes what he is, enjoys what he is doing and has no regrets. A man, who never felt regret for anything he has done. No redeeming features whatsoever. Save for reading Machiavelli. But then again... that's creepy enough in itself. :P

Still, I just wonder how many more Wolvie clones there will be in Marvel, because the numbers are growing steadily, and it's getting more and more cliché.

Cyrptic

It's probably just me overreacting. But I guess I have things I take too seriously. Not sure I should, but I'd rather than have it bite me in the ass later on.

So I have two choices ultimately: yes... or no. Picking no now can result in regrets, however misguided they might be. Saying yes would invite hope... of which there is none currently. At all.

Actually, the way the question was posed crushed all hope indefinitely.

However, I might never get another chance.

So let's imagine this, totally hypothetically: you want to buy your dream car (which is expensive, thus you cannot buy another), however it's pretty much unobtainable, as it is all sold out, it's an antique or simply a limited edition. On the other hand, you are called that they have another rare car, not even close to the one you wish to buy, but it looks decent, it's also rare (and expensive), you can probably drive it around town and not feel ashamed of it, but it is hardly the model that you wished for and dreamed about all your life.

Would you buy this car, that is not at all the one you want but is available, or let this opportunity pass and take a chance that you might, in the future, find for purchase a car that is exactly the model you want?

I think I'll need to sleep on it. Maybe talk to someone who just might understand my issue.

Asszem tudom, mi a baj velem.

Nekem egy gondolatolvasó kell. Vagy legalábbis olyasvalaki, aki férfiasságának teljes tudatában megmondja kerek perec, hogy mit akar és hogyan akarja.

A tököm tele van ezekkel a kis mimóza lelkű jófiúkkal, akik mindig olyan rohadt sokat aggódnak a lelkivilágomért. Ettől kapok gyomorgörcsöt.

Basszus, túl sok kérés az, hogy valaki férfiasan viselkedjen? Nem agyongyúrt, lezselézetthajú állatként, csak férfiként.

Képtelen vagyok ilyen pasiba botlani. Most is: jaj, nagyra becsülöm a barátságunkat, és szerintem ennél többről is van szó, ezért majd egyszer egy gyűrűt...

Bazd meg, állj már a sarkadra és ne finomkodj, lúzer! A hideg futkos a hátamon a fentebbi szövegektől. Mibe fájna egy "hm, jó haver vagy, ha így folytatod, megkérlek" beszólás? Vagy esetleg egy "jó fej vagy, hamarosan megkérem a kezed, ok?". Komolyan mondom, faszom kivan ezektől a nyomoroncoktól.

Komolyan, hol találok egy férfit? Egy igazi, határozott, férfias férfit, aki nem finomkodik, azt mondja amit gondol és megszerzi, amit akar.

Két év... Hát basszus... És még azt se tudom, ezzel mi a faszt csináljak, mert hogy ebből semmi se lesz már, az tuti.

Happy Monda... yeah right

This pattern in one of VeZsuzsi's Happy Monday ones.

I made this without realizing how big it was... or how difficult it actually became. It took me 2 days because I had to go back, remove beads, etc. A nightmare, really.

But it looks kinda nice.

Omgwtf is that a dog?!

This was the weirdest, creepiest, most disgusting job interview ever.

But guys will prolly say they'd have loved to be in my place.

I was called in, had to wait 45 minutes, but at least the hot guy from last time came out and apologized for the tardiness. For the record, he looked like Anders to boot! - so far so good.

Then he explained that they are doing adult website customer support. I'd be required to check information *and* look at the live feed. Which he promptly showed to me: there were 8 little windows open on the screen: woman undressing, girl naked and spread out, girl on girl, girl with toys... guy jerking off... etc Even if I took my eyes out and scrubbed my retinas clean I'll still remember that shit. And then he made a comment about the dogs...

And then he explained they also did support for "mature women". Aka grannies. I cannot thank the gods enough that I was at least spared that view. I don't think I'd ever recover from seeing that.

I have a feeling the guy had a perverse pleasure seeing me shocked, turning a new shade of red and trying not to flinch. Good gods, but I was so... frozen in place.

Am I a sick person if I find that disgusting? Is it normal to like this stuff? Was I supposed to say yes, please? I just wanted to sink into the ground I felt so ashamed. Is there something wrong with me for feeling this way, because seriously, it didn't make me hot, not even a little.

Anyway. I still feel so dirty now, and not in the good way at all.

The guy was talking non-stop, not letting me cut in, and I had a peek around: everybody else was male. I have no idea why they wanted a girl there, but yuck!!!

At last the guy stopped yakking and led me to have a HR person listen in. Then I told her I applied to their other, non-adult site department. They were vaguely puzzled and apologized. I have a feeling they just didn't care and they intentionally called me in to this department. They told me that my English was really good (duh) and that the other department handled IT. I told them yeah, I did IT helpdesk too...

The woman promised to look around, and I told them I'll mull over the adult-stuff. (As. If!!)

They led me to the reception, shook my hand - interestingly I got more hot from just shaking hands with the (for me - hot, for others- not so much) guy than when watching those videos. Maybe I am healthy after all.

...and then they watched over me like hawks while I left the building.

And this was the other shocker. Do I look so untrustworthy or sneaky? I mean last time, last week they didn't care either way. Now they watched me like I was about to steal the whole fucking building from under their noses. I had to put my scarf, coat and hat on outside in the freezing wind. So hospitable, really.

Geez.

Still... that guy was so damn hot... Do you think it's healthier if I get all hot and bothered when shaking hands and locking gazes with a guy I find definitely fuckworthy than watching pr0n?

Dues

I suppose I have been a bit...

So I didn't write a lot.

First of all, I have to thank Cliff, who sent me some delightful stuff for my Birthday. Thank you so much!

The list: a very pretty eye shadow that goes well with my eyes (Ok, so I told him which colour... but still, it looks damn good on me!), money (ok, new design on the one cent coin) and six mini dices. Very much appreciated, thank you again!

Second: today I have been at a gemstone convention. Finally. I have been craving to go to one since I missed the big one in August. I indulged myself with some bracelets and pendants. Seraphinite, Aquamarine, Garnet, Crystal Quartz aaand Emerald.

We all have our hobbies. This is mine, and I enjoy it.

Here, another post. I'm still alive.

Inception

Yeah. Last night even I saw it.

Ok, so I was dragged there by my cousin (ok, so I didn't protest much) and watched it.

So. Beware of spoilers. Here are my thoughts:

The start was intriguing. In medias res and then jumping back a lot in time. I liked it, as it was usually only used in TV shows. I don't remember if it ever was used in movies.

And then... even more intriguing the whole dreaming-extracting thing. The Japanese guy was kinda cute. Over all, the idea and the story was going along nicely, however it lacked substance.

And this was one of the major things in the movie. It lacked the bond you get with characters. We only get to know, briefly, if I might add, the main protagonist, Mr DiCaprio himself. Nobody else. I dunno if anybody else felt like watching a bunch of two-dimensional ideas running around.

Or was that the creators' idea to draw us even more in and make us doubt the whole experience the protagonist had throughout the movie, so it was also just a dream? If so, it failed to entertain, big time. You should always let people get a little bit familiar with the characters, otherwise the watchers just won't enjoy the shit you are trying to pour down their throats. I mean it.

So... Once I realized we are NOT gonna get any background story about any of the characters AND there will be no jokes or even friendly banter, I really stopped enjoying the movie. It felt somehow impersonal and far away. I just couldn't connect. At all. I felt like an outsider, someone, who was watching it all, like a movie. Sounds familiar?

Also, the protagonist's crazy bitch dead wife parading around, whining, bitching, killing people was really, really annoying. Even if it was my dead husband I had loved dearly once I'd shoot him repeatedly in the head as soon as I saw him, the bitch was that annoying. I don't get how they thought creating some whiny, hysterical bitch without any, ANY likable characteristics would move the movie forward. I wanted to shoot, kick, maim and butcher her with a chainsaw every time she showed up and started bitching. No wonder people started leaving the theater in the middle of the movie. Or that the theater was only 1/4 full when the movie started.

What else?

Oh yeah. When Leo started collecting people to do his gig, I was strongly reminded of Ocean's Eleven. Only that movie I enjoyed. They had fun jokes, likable characters you could sympathize with, you knew some of their stories and the whole thing drew you in and it was fun! This shit dragged on for ages!!

Yeah. Level three, with all the snow was simply there to draw out the movie time. I remember telling my cousin: ok, so they are dragging this out, it'll be over soon. 10 minutes later they were still dragging it out. I think about half an hour was just dragging out the whole fucking thing while nothing happened besides showing how everyone was running around like headless chickens.

Then there were a few Matrix elements. When they were falling they were weightless. Kind of a stupid plot twist, but I'm pretty sure they needed shiny effects to blind us to the faults of the movie. There and then I was reminded of Matrix and Trinity's jump. That was original. This was... meh, I can't even use new words to describe how unoriginal and anything but entertaining it was.

So... what was this shit? Take Matrix , scratch out 'the one' and 'fight programs', insert 'thief' and 'plant ideas' and instead of 'artificial reality' use 'dreams' ; and also take Ocean's eleven, change the plot from "get a team to do a gig: rob a casino in Vegas" to "get a team to do a gig: implant a memory into a multimillionaire's brain" and there, you have Inception.

Was it worth watching once? Maybe, but the movie ticket price was way too steep for shit like this. And I would never in a billion years call it original.

Crafters suck

Well, those who make patterns anyway.

I mean sure I make beaded bracelets and crochet hats and wristlets, but hey, I'm not crazy. I don't spend days on creating one little thing.

Today in fact I wanted to make spats, because my boots needed some new soles and the weather (in August!!) is rather chilly. (Try 12°C.)

So what did I do? I went on the trusty net, looking for sewing patterns.
I wanted an easy pattern, where I didn't have to cut the materials into square inches and sew it back together, because I just wanted some easy spats to keep my ankles warm.

Instead I find a shitload of "check out my awesome pattern!!" calls where you have to cut, cut and cut, then sew, cut, sew, and sew. Jesus!

Not one, I repeat, not one frikkin simple pattern, just crazy stuff where you have to dissect the whole fucking fabric into its atoms and put it all back together.

And this is why crafters suck. They do not know the meaning of simple. Yeah, I get it, they are bored out of their skulls as housewives all are, but I didn't think there did not exist one sensible being on the net who still understood what simple meant.

So, I'm starting the name calling.

First off, Burda. Not only is it ugly as hell, it's also useless, unless you have two sticks for legs, not to mention that making such a small thing takes lots of space and many many hours. Hell no, no thanks! Feats your eyes on this abomination here.

Then... "thank you for not being perky", even the name scares me. This only requires you to cut the few inches of fabric you'll need into 3 pieces (per ankle), same goes for the lining. Were I in need of useless fashion accessories that take way too much time and snipping and sewing to create, maybe I would make these. But only if my tastes ran in that direction... which they do not.

And last but not least, the crap that pops up everywhere! It's ugly, completely useless, as it warms the poor freezing shoe, not the ankles it should, and seriously... yuck. And about every third site shows me this crap. Good heavens.

So what am I gonna do? Make my own. Silly me, I thought I might find something useful made by crafters. I guess I stand by what I said: crafters do not know the meaning of simple. never did. I prefer simple patterns instead of... for example the Burda ugliness and the ruffled horror.

I just hope my sewing machine can take 10 minutes of sewing before it dies. (The reason I wanted a simple pattern crafters think is too easy and simple...)

bullet to the head

Today my dad offered to take me to work.

Seen as it takes me an hour to get in, I said, hell yeah.

But when I was actually in the car and mentioned conversationally that my TL scheduled me to work for 10 days straight without the compulsory 2 free days and to work 90 hours straight I was gonna talk to him as I was really annoyed with said TL (team leader).

Then my dear father told me that nothing was good enough for me, as I harp on any team leader I get, and nothing is ever good enough for me... and so on. I told him to let me out at the first bus stop, he countered that he promised to take me to work. And went on bitching, saying he only opened his mouth because I opened mine.

So I shut up, looked out of the window and refused to talk.

Once I was out I went in, logged into the network and hightailed it into the bathroom to cry for a good 5 minutes. Of course a coworker had to come in and she asked me what was wrong (I had the decency not to shut myself into one of the two toilets, because we only had 2 on the whole frikkin floor and she found me...). Surprisingly, she had something similar going on at home. It felt so good to find out I'm not the only miserable "kid" around.

Of couse my father had the decency to apologize later. I told him I'd have preferred he did not start it right before work, as I had to run into the bathroom to cry and technically there went my first break and had to work for 2 hours straight afterward.

Then my fave coworker cranks up the AC so it's 15°C inside. After I just almost recovered from a cold. Suffice to say I had to fight with her to have a bit of warmth in the whole fucking floor. I don't get these crazy bitches. Were they raised in Iceland or something??

Anyway, I leave work, wait in the cheery 12°C with wind (with teeth!) for the bus and finally get home... only to see the windows open.

My dear, darling mother was nice enough to air out the smell of onions of the flat. It was a nice 25°C inside when I left. Now it's about 22°C and it's not helping my cold.

And guess what. When I tell her I asked her not to air out the warmth, because she will not turn on the heater, obviously, she closes the door in my face. I have never, ever felt such an urge to hit a person. But hell, I'm on the moral high ground this time. I'm not the one who hits people, she is. Mostly for her own enjoyment.

Hell, she only stopped hitting me at about 18 because I told her if she hits me, I'll hit her back, twice as hard, and will enjoy it immensely.


And now I will go off and play Prototype, because the tech guys today played it and I feel it might lift my mood a little bit.

Hate me yet? I kind of hate myself for saying such awful things about my mother... but on the other hand, she absolutely deserves it, and more. Have you ever known a person who never says she is sorry and acts like nothing she did was wrong and just turns around and really, really does not care whatever you say? She just turns up the volume of her TV and does not care. What kind of person can do that?

Alive

Yup. Still kicking.

Can't say I'm too cheerful at the moment, but hey.
Finally had some time to live. I'm pulling 10 hour shifts, which finally got me sick. Yes, that was sarcasm. I'm planning on taking some much deserved sick leave.
Hey, I'll be fired in a month or two so who the hell cares?
Anyway. Bought some yarn, bought some buttons, will be creative tomorrow. I feel really, really weak. I mean I was planning on going to places today and I didn't get past the square 15 minutes away from home. Luckily for me there were 2 yarn shops on said square so I bought some yarn I will use to make some phone cases that I will attempt to sell later on.

Here're some piccies, just because now I have time to show some:

Bridge

That's number one, I suppose.

The company is moving its support to Egypt. About 200 people will be out of a job, me included.

I still dunno what to do. Looking for jobs suck. What I mean by that is that there are no jobs. Unless I speak 2 other languages (which I do not).

My mother is getting bullied at work (I'm pretty sure nobody likes her because she is a bitch - good gods, why can't she act like a normal person instead of being an ill-mannered, ill-tempered weirdo that she is??) and she bitches at me to make herself feel better.

I usually ignore her because shouting matches take a lot out of me. She is phisically unable to act like a normal, nice person. She can very well piss off. I don't care shit. She has a horrid personality, instead of shouting at me to alleviate stress she should fix it. It's her fault for pissing off the wrong people with her horrid personality in the first place.

And yes, she absolutely deserves my criticism of her wonderful personality. Hell, if she weren't my mother I wouldn't even go near her.

I dunno what I'm wishing for. Well, hell, I do know. I want a decent job with at least as much pay as I get these days, my workplace not to be too far, normal work hours (no night shifts and weekend shifts) and thus the possibility of moving out of the vicinity of my ill-tempered, ill-mannered, hysterical mother.

This was bullet one. I expect more to come.

It's raining lightning!

At 5 in the morning I heard thunder rolling in the distance, so I closed the windows save for the one looking over the balcony and then went to sleep.

At 9 I woke up to loud thunder and lightning that stuck repeatedly close by. I tried rolling over and going back to sleep with little luck. It was a heavy-duty storm raging outside. After half an hour I was way too tired and I fainted into bed, I think.

At 11 the storm was over and I went out to shop for stuff. Food, mostly and shampoo.

At 5 in the afternoon I heard thunder rolling in the distance, as if they were rolling huge stones... There were no storm clouds anywhere.

At about 7 - 8 the storm was back at full blast lightning struck every 5 seconds or so, it was awesome. All that raw power...!

So I tried to make a few pictures. Sadly, my camera is not one of those wonder where you press the shutter and it instantly takes the picture, it takes it about 1-2 seconds to get moving, therefore I just randomly pressed the button and got a few pretty pictures. The best picture should have been a double-lightning, but it is completely out of focus. Just my luck.













Suffice to say my camera suddenly announced that the batteries were dead and it shut down on me.

But as it was time to sleep (my shift started at 7 AM) so I went to sleep and fell alseep to the sound of thunder.

It was the most awesome day ever!

The Dilemma

Some of the people from my group (email support people who started with me) got routed to chat support. And I wasn't routed.

And I dunno if I should feel good or bad about it.

I mean chat support is where the better workers get routed (one of the girls asks everybody else about every letter so I can't really understand how they are better than me - they are the average folks...), although the bonus is less, but easier to reach.

And the job is stressful. But dunno, it is kinda fun... I liked the chat part, I really did. For one night anyway.

I don't think I would like it very much every evening. (And if you work the night shift they take you home by taxi!)

My guess is that they kept me email support because I work the evening shift that most people refuse to do. I mean hey, I am pretty damn good, or was anyway. I'm not too slow and my responses are mostly positive (even with pigheaded American assholes who refuse to follow instructions and think the world revolve around them and we can mind read what the fuck they are talking about and what the fuck they want actually) and my evaluations rock(ed these last months - but now that I have actually spoken about them, they will be horrid this month, eeek! knock, knock, knock and all).

So... whyyyyyy?????

You know... I'll try to be happy about it.

I mean most of my coworkers are considering suicide.

Way overtime

8 + 3 makes 11. Yup. I worked 11 hours today.

Two TLs cornered me and "asked" me to stay for some overtime. They said I would be paid properly. Whatever that meant.

I spent 6 of these hours on chat support. (For those interested I am email support, never ever touched the chat stuff and I had no idea about how the thing works.)

I have been sat next to a girl from another department who did the chatting and I solved the issue. Dunno why it had to be done, but whatever.

Oh and there was a girl in my department who would have given an arm to do chat support, she even had training for that... but instead they got the Billing gal to type and handle the chat and sat me next to her to tell her what could be done and how things could be solved. Weird. Stupid. Whatever.

I came home at 1 AM with a taxi cheque.

I have been working 48-hour weeks (6 days of work, 2 days of "weekend"). I am tired. Ragged. TIRED.

And they made me do this.

Tomorrow I'll be working till 10, then come home, faint into bed and go in again to start work at 9 in the morning.

Yes. I am tired. Very much so.

Multiterror, take 1

So... what's new?

Sorry, I haven't been blogging because I did not have any time.

I was at lake Balaton last week, froze my ass off in the cold water, didn't burn my skin much and got eaten by hundreds of hungry mosquitoes.

And today... today I had my very first coaching session.

Technically, I send out more emails than some of the older coworkers of mine and my quality is better, but I was told very forcefully to send out more and that I should also raise my quality.

What more, I had to sign a paper stating that I will try my best to be better at both quality and quantity.

I wonder why they didn't ask me for my immortal soul as well. It certainly sounded like they wanted that too.

So.

I signed it. I smiled, nodded, looked eager. But hell if I will worry myself sick for a job that pays half as much as they ought to pay for a job like that, not to mention they don't pay me the plus money for the evening shift they should be, as stated by the law.

If they fire me, I am suing their asses. Otherwise, I don't care shit.

Sure, I want a job, but I cannot stress enough how laughable the salary is. I mean at my last workplace they paid me twice this amount. Half of it was in meal tickets and covered my monthly public transport card, but hell, it was still twice the pay!

So yeah. This sucks.


And as a punchline: our dreadlocked Legolas had his dreadlocks cut.

Now his hair is a few cm long, stands out on all ends and he looks like a fluffy puppy. Yesterday, when he showed up with that hair the tech guys as one person laughed their asses off at him.

Poor guy.

Then I went to see what all that ruckus was about and I laughed my ass off as well.

I repeat: poor guy. ^^

But he took it in stride.

Still, he is still very cute and this new look suits him too. Hm... purrrr.

Update and shellshock

So... What happened to me while I wasn't commemorating every minute of my useless, forgettable little lemming life?

The weather is shit. I was reduced to run around in a leather coat before and after the day of Midsummer.

I finally got my ring from my jeweler. It got finished on Midsummer. Yay!! It is silver, geometric patterned and has a deep forest-olive green tourmaline stone set in it that we have bought with my mother a few years back at a jewelry convention. Me likes! Others like it too. ^^

I was worked near to death on the last weekend, I did not get the 2 days of work-free holiday they have to give me as stated by law... and had to work on Tuesday. 4 hours of work, but still.

People are renovating our roof and the guys renovating the flat below us are still making a ruckus and when it's not my mother waking me up way too goddamn early I get woken up by the walls or the ceiling making noises that scare me shitless. Is it any wonder I keep getting dreams like the walls or ceiling falling in?

Made a pretty pink pendant for my cousin who is graduating tomorrow. I bezeled a Swarovski bead. All pink! She liked it. :)

Obviously, I am working this weekend also. Sucks to be me. But hey, they pay me 1,5 pay for Sunday and at least I get Monday and Tuesday off, not to mention I only work 4 hours on Wednesday.

I am planning on buying a tankini. Whee.

I am pretty close to the tech guys. Heheh. I keep sitting down among them and I really really really like one of the old ones with the wavy long black hair and round glasses and the nose! He looks just like a kind, handsome owl.

I also look like shit, haven't slept much and people keep noticing that I am silent and have lost my spark. Duh?

My coworker asked me, when I came back from my last break (I sprinkled some perfume on my neck in the women's bathroom and washed my face), if I went to pee or took a shit. Yes, in the crude way. I don't think he is exactly 100% sane. Thing is... you are not really requred to be to work here. :(

Also, I have bought Elizabeth Arden's Sunflowers on... uh... I think it was on Monday. Suffice to say I am in love with that scent now and have bought another bottle while the sale lasts. I am considering buying a third, but maybe that would be overkill. I'm not sure. It's 63% off tho... And it really is such an amazing scent...

Anyway, this is my life in a nutshell. And I plan on buying some Chinese takeout tomorrow evening during my lunch break and bringing home at least one box of it for dinner. Maybe I could bring something like that for Sunday's lunch... Hmmm...

They shoot single women, don't they?

I'm tired. I saw lightning strike a building 2 streets away. And the noise!

I got papers to prove my 2 days of sick leave, but might try to work one off if my team leader actually replies my frikkin letter.

Well, he prolly wouldn't read it for a while so I will have to message him. I am so not wasting my money calling him. The guy just changed my schedule out of the blue, without me asking for it.

See, this week I would have been working 8 hours, 5 days this week. My new schedule: 10 hours a day, 5 days this week. WTF???

I specifically asked for 8 hour shifts. I cannot pull 10 hours in that AC hell. I got sick after 8 hours last time so...

Anyway, I wrote him a letter about all this. Nice, down to the point, proper. He did not reply.

And of course next week and the week after that he put me again on night shift. Something I did NOT ask for. Reasonable shifts my ass.

I'm starting to wish for my old team leader, who at least replied to my letters and understood that I am shit on legs if I have to pull 10 hour shifts for 4 days. He never tried me with 5 days of 10 hour shifts one after the other. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna look for an axe.

I'm also considering marrying someone and getting knocked up so I can get some consideration, godsdamnit.

Yesterday was I day I do not remember fondly.

I wanted to get in earlier so I could go home earlier. I left home about 20 minutes early. 20 minutes, that I spent baking in the sunshine waiting for my frikkin bus. Because I pay for my monthly bus pass but I do not know why, as they never deliver.

Then I got onto the tram and... I didn't even get to the next stop as it broke down. Well, not that one, but two trams before that. As luck would have it, just in front of a bus I take sometimes instead of the tram, but as the Danube was sloshing out at the rims they closed down the roads at the banks and alas, the tram was a safer bet. Or so I thought.

The bus did not come. Sometimes the trams started moving and we4 had to run back and get in between cars... nightmare, really. Of course the trams broke down again.

We spent ping-ponging for 30 minutes. I have counted. On the baking asphalt in 30°C+.

I was almost half an hour late.

That I had to work today. I will write them a letter and ask if they can pay some of their workers millions, why can't they fucking fix the godsdamned buses to be on time. Why the fuck do I pay for this shit?

Anyway, the worst part of all this is the AC. It's freezing!!! I wish all those guy who crank down the AC to 5°C would get a nasty cold and realize it's not OK to freeze to death when it's so hot outside.

I'm planning on getting sticky notes and stickiing the message "before you crank it down, bring me a fur coat" on the AC button. I am fucking freezing in there!!! Who the fuck in their right mind enjoys this?

I'm seriously considering cursing the whole bunch just to get them to stop this.

Assholes.

Anyway. Today I went in an hour earlier in hopes of catching the early bus (no such luck, still had to wait the same amount... not worth it tbh) as I had to work that 30 minutes that I was late due to the fucking public transport. Wish I could just sue them. I sure would.

Anyway... ahem. I couldn't find another place so I sat down among the tech guys. Ehehe. Got to know the nice, tall guy with the weird, frizzy long hair and beard. So cute! And then another tech guy sat down beside me. The cute lil' Russian with the round cheeks, hair to the middle of his back and the pottiest mouth ever.

Very cute. We had no mails for a long time today, so he kept me entertained. I think we have discussed books, Supernatural, music, stupid users and of course when he started cursing, I quote: "Fuck, fuck, mother-motherfuck-mother-motherfuck-fuck.", I just about went into shock.

And I asked him, wait, isn't that...?

Yep, Jay and Silent Bob strike back, he said.

You can't really forget a string of profanity like that. Or so I believe.

Anyway, it was fun. Really nice fun. I kind of liked today, even if I'm depressed that my folks went to lake Balaton to have some fun and I am here in the hot weather to work and back and in the fucking freezer during work.

Tomorrow... no mercy. I'll crank it up high as many times I have to.

Try again and again and again and again

Sigh.

Today was... weird. And annoying... and yeah... somewhat humorous.

Soooo...

• Letter from the brain dead: "I lost your password."
  
  
• Letter from the desperate: "xxx does not work, pls send help!!!!!!"
  
  I showed it a few people with the answer letter I did not send:
  
  "We have mailed a fleet of musketeers who should arrive any minute at your doorstep. We hope it works for you."
  
  
• Letter from the annoyed: "Duuuuh! Your letter should say "If you need further assistance, please contact customer support again and again and again and again (...) and again." Duuuuh!"
  
  

And then... I had to make test calls. Because the providers are shit on a stick and people from China can't call to England.

So, first number I tested: a woman picked up first. Then voicemail for torturous minutes. (I had to make these calls and wait till somebody could say they could hear me.) Then some guy told me he couldn't hear me. Neither could I, much. Then voicemail for another 3 tries. Then some old dude demanding why I called him and telling me I was a liar and I did not work for (insert company name here) and I was harrassing him.

I started cursing after I put the phone down and my teamleader heard it. Ouch. I think I will have to tell him tomorrow I cursed the frikkin user *after* I put the phone down. (Btw, I said the highly original: Fuck you, asshole! phrase.)

Also, I told the guys I should have said the guy I was calling from MI5 and wanted to know if he could hear me because I needed to know if the bugs tapping his phone line were working fine.

Of course I didn't. Company policy and all.

Second call: an older woman demanind to know why I kept calling her. I got permission from my TL to tell her I was from (insert company name here) and I was testing the line. She told me to stop it. I told her sorry and that I had to test it because there are problems. Yipee.

I felt like shit. I'm not harassing people because I like it. And I even told her I was checking up on the frikking lines to make them better, what's their frikking problem?!

Gahhhh!!!!!!!!!!

And then I got the Duhhhhhh letter minutes before my shift ended. Roflol. The whole company got a copy of it. I guess it is some kind of feedback.

A damned funny one too.

And then when I hurried home I was trying to pass by a couple that was kissing and I stared because the girl seemed rather boyish. Well, she has short hair, I thought. And she has sneakers... it's normal, I thought. And look, that's her Adam's apple... So yeah, I just saw my first gay couple kissing rather cutely out on the street. They looked cute and they didn't turn my stomach...

One more reason to move out

I was planning on writing something witty and sunny and bright, since the weather outside is horribly, terribly bad. I mean I had to wear my long leather coat to work on the 2nd of June, for the gods' sake!

But alas, it wasn't meant to be.

Instead, I just learned another reason to move out from the family home.

A few days ago my dad bought us some desserts for cheap from a bakery near to his workplace (in the evenings it is always cheap before they close and this time he was lucky to bring home sotheing yummy).

Me, as I was unfortunate enough to suffer some horribly ouchy spider bites, I was not allowed to eat anything with eggs or meat or milk in it. I opted for ramen yesterday night, because it was most probably totally artificial, so I was pretty safe from dairy and other meaty products.

I have been longing for that dessert like a whole clan of Umpa-Lumpas for one measly cocoa bean. I have been eyeing it since yesterday evening, I even told it that once I got some meds for my spidey bites I would devour it.

I have been longing to eat it once I got home, tired from work. I kid you not, this kept me going today.

I come home and my mother tells me she ate my dessert to save it from getting all moldy.

I told her I was looking forward to eating it. I told her it was getting me through the day. I told her I couldn't eat it yesterday and I was counting on eating it today and why the hell did she not ask me if I wanted it or not??

She told me I could make myself pudding.

She didn't even say she was sorry.

And I'm sitting here, reduced to tears because my dessert that I was longing to eat all day was eaten before I got home.

And no. I do not want to buy one of those tomorrow. The whole purpose of the thing was to sit down after a crappy day and eat the dessert I have been craving more than a day and unwind. And also, any bakery or sweet shop is totally out of my way to work and it'd cost me precious time I could spend sleeping or doing stuff in my freetime.

I am poped.

The night before... last night I have dreamt about going to the doc which was also some city hall like building and there were some bomb threats so me and my mom had to leave. And it was raining and as usual the tram lines were weird like in all of my dreams. (Going in different ways, going into different dimensions or ending up in totally weird places, you pick.)

And last nigth I dreamt that I was back at training and there was some sort of emergency and we were left to have some break for an hour or two because some terrorist attack destroyed half of America and letters were scarce... Also, we were in bunkers and it was constantly raining...

Anyway, this is all for today.

I'm really tired.

But I found this during random browsing and found it really funny.

Because Manson embarrasses easily.

Read it and laugh.

We don't go home with Sylar, do we?

Today was the first day of my 10 hour work per day week (4 days' work). Ouch. Those two hours? They really do hurt.

I was also banished from Hobbitsville, as we were packed full by noon when I arrived for work. Alas, I was banished to the fringes of Middle Earth, to the lonesome, rundown computers behind the tech guys.

And boy, those tech guys have the dirtiest mouths ever. They scream and shout profanities. But... they are still rather hot. Especially now, since the long haired metal loving guys crawled back from the Metal Fest. With a hangover. Heh.

Anyway, imagine my delight when I bumped into Sylar! He winked at me as he passed me! Well either that or he had something is his eye. I think he had something in his eye... Uhm... yeah... no. He probably had something in his eye as he smiled at me but I wish, I hope he winked at me. I'm so hopeless. And I don't even like the guy...

...or do I?

Anyway, imagine my surprise (I changed computers twice - the first computer was a pile of useless crap so I had to switch - and then back into Hobbitsville to be among my hairy-footed kind, oh, the irony!)... so imagine my surprise, when I ran into Sylar in the evening.

I asked him: aren't you in the morning shift? He blinked in surprise and said: yeah, I usually am, but I'm doing the evening shift just this once.

And since then I had this inkling feeling that maybe, just maybe I will be lucky...

And the mails kept coming and I had the biggest headache ever and there came a huuuuge kickass storm.

We saw it coming from miles away. I asked my fave blocking agents to check up on something and I saw the darkness looming on the horizon. And then it came closer... and closer... And it became night three hours early.

And then the hailstorm hit. The super cell was above us and lightning and hail and everything poured... We couldn't see anything. I kid you not.

And when the storm was mostly over and it became normal rain, the street below us became a lake. Cars looked like ships and pedestrians were knee-deep in water.

Whoa. And we did not see the double rainbow, but thank the gods that my mom saw my camera and took a few pictures. ^^

Anyway, when I was done for the day, the water ebbed away, mostly. And I went down. Sylar was nowhere to be found. Sniff.

But when I walked to the bus stop... he was there, smoking like a chimney, leaning on his big umbrella like a walking stick. If I didn't think he was hot so far... I would have at that moment.

Anyway, lucky me, the girls he was chatting with got on the other bus and he started edging closer to me just as I was edging closer to him. Hah. And then he asked what bus I was waiting for, so I told him. He told me he was waiting for that one too. I told him I knew.

I think he was surprised... and not in the best way... shocked would be a better word. I told him we met on the bus a while back. He said he was on painkillers and his brain was poop. Gods, the man has style. :P

Anyway... another coworker came so we did not chitchat a lot. (No, I do not like her. That woman is looney. She talks and sings to herself and she starts talking to you while you are doing something else and she is not bothered when she is talking to thin air...) But luckily she got off after two stops and we... chatted some more.

He likes the Egyptian religion. He has an ex-gf, who was a theologist. He has a good idea about freemasons but he said the less I (we?) know the better. Hmm. He is also an evening person, but he usually prefers working mornings. And he likes beer.

Oh and I know approximately where he lives.

Well well well.

I think I could have handled our chat a lot better, but alas, I was out of my frikkin mind with... shock, excitement, amazement, whatever.

I'm just kinda sad that I was playing the staring game with a clueless idiot like him.
Actually, I wonder what the hell he thought we were doing in the first place.
Are all pretty people this stoopid? (Sigh.)
Or am I just that insignificant to him? (Ouch.)

Well, I was right

Well, I was right. But I'm not too happy about it this time.

I went to the second hand book store and found a few Stephen King books. But of course not the ones I wanted to buy, as listed yesterday. So I told you so.

Instead I bought: Lisey' Story, Different Seasons (four stories), The Shining (yeah... I guess I wanna know why the guys are so hung upon it).

When I left the shop, a raindrop landed on the tip of my nose. It started raining lightly, until I got close to the metro station, then it began to pour. So I took the metro to the bead store. Where it was sunny.

I bought A few crystals (new, shiny rings with pretty colours like gentian violet/prussian blue and sap green!!) 4mm, 100 pieces per bag. I already have a ring made of the prussian blues. Pretty!

When I left the shop rain began to fall again, yay.

Went home, got told my grandpa's cell phone got stolen so he bought a new model that had a new sim card, but he got another with his old phone number. So I don't have to go buy a phone number, yay.

And now I shall look up an online store if they have Night Shift and if I could have it by... Wednesday, maybe.

And it's pink

I was early to arrive to my usual bus stop, so I went to the shop in front of it: stationery shop. Oh, horrors!

I bought a pink pen. And today I wrote my daily work-paper in pink. No, not divulging any details. I do not wanna get recognized. :P

But I met Sylar today. He greeted me, I greeted him back, it was all nice. He is still rather hot, but my nervousness is pretty much gone. I guess he is not all mysterious and totally manly.

The tall guy who is sometimes... dunno, he seems to lightly pick on me or tease me sometimes helped me out and smiled at me a lot. Mixed signals. I wonder if he hates me or likes me or what. I'll nickname him Giraffe, for future reference. ^^ I wonder if he wants to be my next ex. He is tall enough...

I also met and got introduced to a guy in the next department. He looks kind of like Anders and... yeah, blue eyed and totally blond too. He is... pretty nice. I thought he hated my guts. Not that I care about trivial things like that. Seems like he just stares morosely out of his skull at us sometimes.

I also got mistaken for someone at the tech department. (There are NO girls in the tech department, but thanks for the compliment.) I told the woman that just because I wear Martens and black mostly I am not a tech person. But this prejudice I let slide. She laughed and admitted she sees me talking to the tech guys a lot so she thought...

Well well well. I talk to the tech guys a lot? News for me, but what the hell. Too bad they are all at the Metal Fest while I had to work the night shift and miss it. Sniffles.

Also, guys seem to notice that I'm reading Stephen King. I just felt like it, but random guys tend to say: "Oh wow, you are reading Stephen King?! Awesome! Have you read The Shining?" It is getting a bit irritating. And when I tell them I wrote my final thesis about Lovecraft and his Cthulhu Mythos, their jaw hits the floor.

I think I'll be nicknamed the horror chick. Which is pretty far from the truth. Le sigh. I think Giraffe secretly expected me to read romance novels and watch Titanic reruns. He started acting differently towards me when I reassured one of my colleagues when he was describing something gruesome that I'm not a delicate flower.

Well, I'm not. But this totally not delicate flower is scared shitless of the black guy who is calling me from random numbers. So I will drag my non-delicate flower soul and buy another phone number. Might just use it for a few months, hopefully. Although if I find a cool one, I might just switch over... not much chance tho.

Oh and of course, it'll be a private number. I'll make damn sure nobody sends me spam, or I will sue. Bwahahaha.

...so. Off to sleep. I need to buy some cheap, second-hand Stephen King anthologies tomorrow. I wanna buy Night Shift, if possible and maybe the Dark Tower books. Although now that I have said this, I won't be able to find it tomorrow. Meh.

I'm an idiot!!

I was an idiot. I gave out my phone number to some black guy from Ghana, just to get him to stop following me. As you might imagine, I am still beating myself up inside for my stupidity. I was a moron, plain and simple.

Since then he has been calling me from different numbers, always while I am working.

My folks suggested I change my phone number. I very well might do so. Might want to check for numbers tomorrow while I go shopping.

Gods, I'm such an idiot. ><

Next time a black guy starts following me (this wasn't the first time!!) like that, I am going to run into the first store and tell and employee to call the cops as he is harassing me.

Gods, I'm an idiot.

*sob*

A productive day's blog

Well. Today was eventful.

I will draw it out and tell it from the start.

I woke up at 3 in the morning, badly needing the little girl's room. The storm that has been raging here since about Saturday was raging still, rain beating my window along other things... like twigs.

I tried to go back to sleep and woke up at 4:15. There was a rainbow when I went out, already dressed up to check the weather. (See picture.)

I was planning on going by bus, but my dad was nice enough to take me to my workplace by car, so I arrived at 5:30. The porter didn't even ask for my card. Obviously nobody would want to break in in that hellish weather so damn early in the morning.

Btw, they registered the wind at 162 km/hour at its strongest today morning.

So. I was the second one in. There was a lone guy, tech guy of course, doing the 24 hour chat thingy. We talked, as I felt safe enough to approach him. He is a nice tech guy, newbie like me and he is going to the Metal Fest. He is fun. ^^

Then people started to arrive. I was greeted by the hot tech guy (lip ring guy) and a few others. We had a few weird letters. I even had Cliff chatting with me. A nice start for a day, eh?

But the letters started to dwindle, so I went to the kitchen on my first break to eat. Guess who greeted me there.

Yup. Sylar/Smith was there. With some girls, chatting. I said hi guys. I must admit, since he wasn't around last week and the tech guys were so nice I pretty much moved on. So I did not freeze up. He said hi loudly back to me.

The letters were still dwindling, so I had time to run out to the tech guys to ask for advice and so on. We had fun, joked, etc.

And then someone told me they were giving out free candy in front of the building. (Last time they gave out crackers. We seem to get some of this attention. Nice, eh?) So I went down and got some, with melon flavor. Musk melon, to be precise.

It was yummy. Still is. So I wanted to do down again and get more. I asked the girls next to me if they wanted to come down, and finally one of them did. We went down, got some fresh air but she did not want to get TicTac, so we didn't.

Guess who was in the lift with us. Yup. Sylar incarnate. Then he announced to the girl he was with and to us too, I guess, that he was totally hyped up and he started shadow-boxing. Yup, that sound was my dreams crashing to the ground. I turned around, trying not to show the rolling of my eyes.

So. Went back. Still no mail. Waited for a long time, until I had to ask a billing question. The other girl next to me suggested asking someone from billing and stood up, making me follow her. She walked up to the billing line, looking for someone who had time. I saw Sylar from miles away. He was the first who stood up asking what kind... so my nice coworker said, oh, she needs some help about some billing issue.

Yup. She just introduced me and fixed me up with Sylar incarnate. Just like that. And he looked at me. As usual I blushed beet red and told him what was wrong.

He told me he had to see this. I said sure, follow me. And I went. And when I turned back I saw he was strolling to my workstation at a snail's pace. Ooops, I said. Nervous much?

Well. He looked, he explained, he said I was most welcome and went back. What an ass. Nope, not talking about his personality. Whoa.

I was snickering and grinning like an idiot for an hour.

And then I got another billing issue. Nobody in my department knew where to route the letter so...

I took a candy (I keep some rose hip candy - with vitamin C - with me, it is always handy when asking others for help... they help me more if I am nice... and it is always fun to say: I come bearing gifts) and went to... yup, Sylar. He asked the others, because they did not know either and after that he said: ok, just send it over to us and we will handle it.

And then I handed him the candy. He refused to take it but I did not take no, so he accepted it at last. Told him it was yummy and had vitamin C. He... smiled and said that was good.

Well. He is decidedly not my dreamguy. But he is decent. Or he was so far. He might be calling me the crazy bitch from hell tomorrow.

After this, I waited a few more hours without mail and then my shift ended.

Went to buy some yarn first and found some very very pretty ones. Like one I have been ogling for a long time in a shop. Yay!!

Then I bought some crystal beads for more rings... will have to make some piccies...

Then I went to the doc to get a neck ultrasound. Guess what. I have a lump in my neck. Once I will have free time I will go to the doc with all the results. A doc I select.

I wonder if they'll fire me when I take a month off to recuperate from the operation.

Then I came home and decided to blog before I make another ring and crochet something.

No Sylar. No cute tech guy. No cute ex-asshole from same university.

Just brain-numbing, robotic letter filling with predefined answers, one after the other.

Droid update 003

No Sylar for 3 days now.

My teamleader is an ass.

Killer headache, stupid, hysterical users, annoying, quota-achieving coworkers who send stupid stuff out for the users just to reach their letter per hour ratio, check.

I'm tired. I feel myself being boxed in. I'm not allowed to stand up, not allowed to talk, not allowed to have an original thought. I cannot write freetext, I have to use predefined answers.

I can't express a spark of originality.

I earn precious little for my trouble.

I'm depressed, tired, worn out. I feel wrung out... like a troll sat on me.

But we talked with the cute tech guy. He is tired, but pretty nice. And he knows I can't take my eyes off his lip ring. He made sure to play with it a lot.

I guess, even if he is totally not my type, a kiss wouldn't hurt so much... I am really curious, how it would feel to kiss someone with a lip ring.

Keep on dreaming, eh?

Take my d.ck away

Yesterday, while trying my best to send more mails out, I opened a screenshot a customer sent me without reading the whole history of the letter. It was 15-20 minutes before my shift ended.

This resulted in a huge male organ popping up, filling my screen.


I froze up. I blushed beet red. Then turned around and asked the boys what the hell I should do.

They said a few things, I broke down laughing and crying at the same time. Well, not that much crying... Luckily. I was shocked.

They gave a few suggestions while I sobered up.

One of the guys told me I made a good show of it after I stared at it for 2 minutes. This was the tall guy who was so nice to me before.

I dunno if he hates me now or if he is trying to court me, because he is bugging me with... comments. Good, annoying, both. He is still smiling.

Either way, he succeeded in me not liking him much anymore.

And I am still in shock.

And yes, the title was a Roxette reference.

Droid update 002

The very bad:

• they are paying me less than promised (aka the gross is the same, but I am getting the 86% of the promised take home pay
  
  
• they are also not paying the evening bonus, which means I'm spending my evenings (meaning till 22:00) there for the same amount I could be there during normal pay hours. Fuck this.
  
  
• am gonna talk about this with the HR people tomorrow, wish me luck
  
  
• also, Sylar/Smith did not look at me since I froze up and ignored him when I went into the kitchen and he was there. I'm such a tosser. And today he wasn't in, which means he won't be in tomorrow either, as this must be his weekend. *groan*
  

The good:

• the hot tech guy with the lip piercing flirted with me. Although most probably from boredom and tiredness and it was a joke, I think. Or dunno... men don't really flirt with me without a reason... Anyway, I know his name too! And I told him it's not rewarding to flirt with me. (This usually piques their interest. Although I know he is many levels above me and not to mention that he is just not my type. At all.)
  
  
• the cute guy from my university, who was sort of an asshole to me... winked at me today... and smiled at me! We talked again. And he is very nice to me and kind and sweet. Like a puppy. I wonder if he had hit his head, has an evil twin brother, a split personality or maybe he has the hots for one of the girls in my department. Could be more than one of those...
  
  
• oh yeah... I walked up to this guy (because I did not know his name), struck out my hand and said my name... he liked it! And told me his. Apparently, he was fixing up the computer of the girl who was sitting next to me and he thought it was my computer... and sneaked a peek at the name in our message sending program. So he was surprised when I introduced myself and it wasn't actually my name. So cute. ^^
  ...maybe he is more suitable for a love interest than Sylar/Smith. He is certainly more my style and we share interests. Too bad I still think Slyar/Smith is hotter.
  

emotionally disturbed

Sylar as Spock...

Whoa.

This is so disturbing. But disturbingly hot.

What a hunk.

Still, every time he looks at someone I have this feeling he will whip them against the wall the next minute and cut their head open.

Still... Sylar playing my first crush... Sylar as Spock of all people...

Hmmm... Somehow it really fits... o.O

*drool*

Droid update 001

These few days have been... depressing.

And I haven't even glimpsed Sylar/Smith until today, and even that was only a glimpse. I hope it was him, actually, because that kept me going all day.

And no, I could not stop to make sure unless I wanted to get a few weird stares and be nicknamed the weird chick from A&S.

Introducing myself at a proper moment will have to wait.

(God, I hope it wasn't him who quit last week.)

Also, there is a guy who kinda looks like him, except he is not as sexy and well dressed.

About work: meh. A coworker just told me not to write so many letters because she was told off that the new hires write more letters than her. Well. Sorry that I am trying to keep my job?

Also, asshole number one found me and chewed me out today (the message was sent at 6:07... I arrived at 14:00) because I routed a letter to him (and his group). Why? Because he forgot to write clear instructions and I had nobody to ask yesterday to clear em up for me.

I said sorry, smiled and made a note. Also... frikkin asshole, eat concrete with passion!!!

Now that's better. :)


Oh and to buy list for weekend and next week:

• jeans
• socks
• plain long sleeved shirts with medium neckline
• NIN T-shirt
• something sexy in regards of second layer, be it a pullover or s coat... up to chance
• bra (these things don't last for long... I blame the cup size)

Gwrblargh, brain freeze

Buggy system, buggy system.

First they shut down the damn system (after I could not log in for half an hour) then it kicks me out. Well, we all got kicked out. Then it froze on me again a couple of times.

I had a letter that took about 30 mins or more to answer, only to have the frikkin software freeze on me when I wanted to hit send.

I took a screenshot, sent it to another agent, killed the program, restarted it, nabbed the letter from the general pool and typed my reply in from the screenshot. Am I amazing or what?

Still... Sylar/Smith was not in today. Boo. I miss him. He is so hot.

And I even built up my courage to walk up to him and introduce myself. Meh.

One of these days, one of these days...

Who knows? There may be a one in a million chance that I am his type after all. And that he is mine.

hey weekend, bye weekend

I have bought some pashmina scarves for work and a sarong.

I planted 10 plants on Tuesday (Sunday for me) and wore the sarong. I totally forgot about the strength of the May sun. Guess what? My back aches because it is lobster red.

Also, some damned bug started chomping on me. I had acquired 6 bug bites on my back. Owies. I will get some bug repellent and not leave the windows open after dark. Grrrr.

Omgthatwaslong

Worked all days this week. Did overtime as well yesterday. I was really sick by Friday, hopefully am getting better today... tonight.

I am sorta friends with our dreadlocked Legolas, who has the prettiest blue eyes on our floor.

We are still staring at each other with Sylar, although today when he stared I raised my eyebrows by reflex. He looked away as if caught... staring. Ouch. Yup, I'm an idiot.

But still the whole staring thing will get old and fast, I will prolly try to get him alone and then introduce myself. I will most probably make a fool out of myself and or fuck it up royally...

Yeah and now I just made me cringe. Maybe I shouldn't after all.

But this is the new and improved me, smiling and friendly and all, so I will not fail. I will also not do my usual "walk up to guy, stick out my hand and say my name only" routine.

Works like a charm on certain kinds of guys (I mean my usual strike zone) but not on this one. I mean pressed suit, hair slicked back, stylish, yet ruggedly handsome... Yeah. Way out of my liege.

But hey. If you don't try...

My only concern is that he is my colleague and I really don't want my workplace buddies to laugh their asses off at me if I fuck it up royally.

Sigh.

I'm NOT ok

And the last of my general update...

Doc visit. He of course refused to divulge any important details about my bloodwork. He suggested I come during his private practice hours. I suggested I was here now and I had yet not been paid to spend way too much for services I am entitled to for free.

At the end I had to beg him to feel my neck. Guess what? He found a "lump"! Gasp!! Who would have thought?

His reaction: Oh, dear! Doesn't it hurt?

My reaction: well yes, this is why I came, actually.

I had to beg him to find what was wrong with me!!

His comment: well, it's not causing the weight gain.

Duh. I have lost 4kg so far this month. Care to guess where I want him to shove it?

And then I had to go and get an appointment for a neck ultrasound. The assistant was chatting with some woman so after 5 minutes I asked nicely if she could maybe give me an appointment while chatting. They both looked at me like I murdered someone and the assistant told me she couldn't give me an appointment because there were none (wtf??) and that I need to go to *insert faraway address here*.

I'll have to call tomorrow or go back in tomorrow and get an appointment.

And damn right I cursed the bitch.

Bottom line: either a tumor or goitre.

Fuck.

Just my luck

Second part of the update.

Last week I was running to my bus stop and there was a guy lying on the ground, someone has already called the ambulance and a bit after I arrived there the ambulance arrived. But then the bus arrived too so I did not wait to see what would happen.

Yesterday I was on my way home, it was about 22:30 when I got off of the tram and lo and behold, another guy lying on the ground, someone already called an ambulance and just as I walked over to the other side of the street to go to my bus stop (that would get me home) the ambulance arrived.

It really wasn't like this when I imagined guys tripping over themselves and falling flat on their faces in their haste to adore me. :P

And talking about men...

Yesterday I had my chance ogling that guy, who I think looks like a young and more handsome Agent Smith.

He has a bit of Sylar in him too.

Yup. When we little hobbits got transferred to Middle Earth, I ended up sitting facing him. His computer and my were back to back. Not sure me chatting with a... well... not exactly unattractive guy and he adoring me made him like me if at all, but hey.

(My new hire PC mate, because we didn't have enough computers and had to share. He nearly smooched me when I agreed to cover for him when he wanted to leave an hour earlier, because I was staying till 22:00 anyway. He almost smooched me! I'm not kidding! I almost jumped through the roof.)

And yes.

Smith/Sylar is hot.

And of course our Middle Earth has a Legolas too. He is the legendary guy who sent out 300 letters in 8 hours once when he got pissed with the lost password letters.

He looks like a young Will Turner... with dreadlocks. He is hot. Not really my type. But hot nonetheless. I know someone who would be totally over him. Of course he is way too young.

But Agent Smith/Sylar? Waaaay out of my liege. Sadly. But my, he is hot.


Oh and also, the two hot guys from my university are also there. The hot tech guy I might have blogged about? The blond one. My, but he has grown... and yeah, he is still very yummy. (If I remember correctly, he was pretty but... uhm... a bit dumb. But a very nice guy.)

And the brown haired one? Still as much of an asshole as he is hot. He turned away from me first, when I wanted to ask if he was indeed who I thought he was, so I turned my nose up and refused to look back when he stared at me later. From his half-smile I know he recognized me. But I shall not give him the chance to be an asshole to me again. His personality sucks. Period. And it doesn't pique my interest. So that shall tell you folks something, because I usually like annoying, prideful (brain worth the pride ofc) jerks.

And I want Smith. He is hot. And those lips... I wonder why he dresses so smartly. There is no dress code...

And today he caught me staring. He stared back. Twice. ^^ I'm hoping he will come and ask me why I'm staring so much. (I'll prolly tell him he looks like Sylar and Agent Smith's love child.)

Oh and to anyone who is worried about my love life: don't. I'm not gonna get a bf from there. I'm way too twisted and antisocial for that to ever happen. Not to mention I value my free time. I'm just staring a lot and enjoying the view. :P