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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!