"Anyone heard saying something along the lines of “America is the best country ever” will be handed a copy of World History.
Second time offenders will be forced to stand in the middle of a room, surrounded by 100 Europeans, Australians and Japanese hired to point, laugh and eventually beat them senseless.
Third time offenders will be clubbed to death. No exceptions."
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Feel The Love!
Hm... I think I shall write about the mp3 player and it's adventure later.
Now I shall talk about "The Bitches In The Office".
"The Bitches In The Office" are the quasy-clerks of the uni, who do stuff like (dis)organization of the stuff at the uni. If you have issues with your grade-books, as in handing it in or taking it back you have to go through them. Same with aquiring stamps for your student cards, that enables you to travel certain percents cheaper...
Well, today I had a run in with one of these bitches. She was new. I give her that. She had... certain ideas and ambitions.
In two words, she was a : frigid bitch.
She thought everything will go as she wants it and hands out cheques for students to pay if they do not. Luckily I did not have to pay, but she started shouting at me because she fucked it up and saw the wrong grade for a certain exam. (It was the grade for the written part, not the final one, which is the sum of the written and oral part.)
She thought it was all right to shout my head off, shouting why don't I go and ask the faculty (what I suggested a minute ago) so I shouted back I just said that.
And when I was leaving, sighing "Jesus" she started ranting again. I said bye and closed the door none too gently. (Yeah, running away with style...)
Oh and about my mp3 player... They don't know shit.
Now I shall talk about "The Bitches In The Office".
"The Bitches In The Office" are the quasy-clerks of the uni, who do stuff like (dis)organization of the stuff at the uni. If you have issues with your grade-books, as in handing it in or taking it back you have to go through them. Same with aquiring stamps for your student cards, that enables you to travel certain percents cheaper...
Well, today I had a run in with one of these bitches. She was new. I give her that. She had... certain ideas and ambitions.
In two words, she was a : frigid bitch.
She thought everything will go as she wants it and hands out cheques for students to pay if they do not. Luckily I did not have to pay, but she started shouting at me because she fucked it up and saw the wrong grade for a certain exam. (It was the grade for the written part, not the final one, which is the sum of the written and oral part.)
She thought it was all right to shout my head off, shouting why don't I go and ask the faculty (what I suggested a minute ago) so I shouted back I just said that.
And when I was leaving, sighing "Jesus" she started ranting again. I said bye and closed the door none too gently. (Yeah, running away with style...)
Oh and about my mp3 player... They don't know shit.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Laughing my arse off at Marvel
I was reading some Uncanny X-men, one of the cravings on the list I wrote before the complex exam that I said I shall do after I did it.
I didn't even realize the stuff was in Hungarian until it dawned on me that it was just words thrown together. They sure as heck suck at translating.
Seems like Inuit talk in gibberish-Hungarian. News to me.
Observe, and laugh.
The meaning as far as I can translate: "It's not morally right, creeping, that's why chief big pile.
For this not throw up us the marked goal."
(I never saw anybody throwing up a goal before. Did you?)
Their translation:
Translation for Bubble One: "Counterpart, it is already valid, because it is sprouting inside shadowy." (I laughed my arse off at this one, because the old toilets were called nearly the same as "arnyekos" and... well if someone ate lots of seeds it happened that plants sprouted in the spring... umm... never mind...)
Translation for Bubble Two: "Human disappearance here (as in here of 'come here'). Spirit income."
Ok, one last one to make us all laugh. (Us, mostly Hungarians.)
Right. They fucked up the Lord's Prayer, aka Pater Noster. Good going, idiots.
It goes: "Mi atyánk, aki a mennyekben vagy..."
For dummies: "Our Father, which art in Heaven..."
"Meny" means sister in law btw... so unless someone's Lord resides in a few sister in laws, they are on the wrong path here. Not to mention neither "akia" or "atyah" is a valid word over here... Makes me wonder what kind of translation program these bunch of idiots used.
Seriously... this is either rather offending or fucking hilarious.
I didn't even realize the stuff was in Hungarian until it dawned on me that it was just words thrown together. They sure as heck suck at translating.
Seems like Inuit talk in gibberish-Hungarian. News to me.
Observe, and laugh.
The meaning as far as I can translate: "It's not morally right, creeping, that's why chief big pile.
For this not throw up us the marked goal."
(I never saw anybody throwing up a goal before. Did you?)
Their translation:
Another cute one:
Translation for Bubble One: "Counterpart, it is already valid, because it is sprouting inside shadowy." (I laughed my arse off at this one, because the old toilets were called nearly the same as "arnyekos" and... well if someone ate lots of seeds it happened that plants sprouted in the spring... umm... never mind...)Translation for Bubble Two: "Human disappearance here (as in here of 'come here'). Spirit income."
Ok, one last one to make us all laugh. (Us, mostly Hungarians.)
Right. They fucked up the Lord's Prayer, aka Pater Noster. Good going, idiots.It goes: "Mi atyánk, aki a mennyekben vagy..."
For dummies: "Our Father, which art in Heaven..."
"Meny" means sister in law btw... so unless someone's Lord resides in a few sister in laws, they are on the wrong path here. Not to mention neither "akia" or "atyah" is a valid word over here... Makes me wonder what kind of translation program these bunch of idiots used.
Seriously... this is either rather offending or fucking hilarious.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Motherly Love
Right, I'm at the point of envisioning creative and unusual methods for offing my mother.
Any tips are welcome. Brownie points for the method being actually funny besides being unusual.
What happened yet again?
Oh, lemme see. Here I am, having a cold, shivering, when she tells me if I want any kind of food I'll have to cook it (and gobble it before she gets to it first, or I won't get any, btw).
So I go, shed the countless bedcovers and warm stuff because I'm planning on moving and not burning myself by one of the covers catching fire...
I made some omelets, but as soon as I turned off the stove she's all over it like some starving man. (She had lunch, I didn't.)
I say I'd like a piece of what I cooked too, because all I had today was tea.
So what does my very loving mother do?
She goes and opens the window, saying it's too hot in here. Outside is like 10-15°C, max, and a strong (need I say chilling?) wind comes in. I instantly start to shiver, but like hell will I give my food up.
She's off, opening the window at my room then, because "It's too humid and hot in here", so I get some food on my plate and quip: why is she opening the windows on a sick person?
She: a sick person shouldn't cook. And if I hadn't cooked, she wouldn't have to open the window.
Me: Why? You would have cooked? Fat chance. Not to mention I'm hungry too. No cafeteria at home, you know.
She takes a plate and roughly pushes me away. Luckily I did not drop the plate, nor my food.
Went back to my room, closed the window, pulled all possible covers over me.
It's so nice to be me, don't you think?
Any tips are welcome. Brownie points for the method being actually funny besides being unusual.
What happened yet again?
Oh, lemme see. Here I am, having a cold, shivering, when she tells me if I want any kind of food I'll have to cook it (and gobble it before she gets to it first, or I won't get any, btw).
So I go, shed the countless bedcovers and warm stuff because I'm planning on moving and not burning myself by one of the covers catching fire...
I made some omelets, but as soon as I turned off the stove she's all over it like some starving man. (She had lunch, I didn't.)
I say I'd like a piece of what I cooked too, because all I had today was tea.
So what does my very loving mother do?
She goes and opens the window, saying it's too hot in here. Outside is like 10-15°C, max, and a strong (need I say chilling?) wind comes in. I instantly start to shiver, but like hell will I give my food up.
She's off, opening the window at my room then, because "It's too humid and hot in here", so I get some food on my plate and quip: why is she opening the windows on a sick person?
She: a sick person shouldn't cook. And if I hadn't cooked, she wouldn't have to open the window.
Me: Why? You would have cooked? Fat chance. Not to mention I'm hungry too. No cafeteria at home, you know.
She takes a plate and roughly pushes me away. Luckily I did not drop the plate, nor my food.
Went back to my room, closed the window, pulled all possible covers over me.
It's so nice to be me, don't you think?
Monday, September 10, 2007
Fun Day at the Hairdresser a.k.a. All Hairdressers Should DIE
Those of you who know me better know that once every year I go to the hairdresser and have it done with permanent waves.
It is a slow process, smelly, hurts like a bitch and lasts about 4-5 hours.
Why do I deem it worthy to suffer through it and have my scalp burned with smelly chemicals?
Well, I want my hair curly.
Today I went to the hairdresser to have the perm process.
IT SUCKED.
I mean it's one thing they don't dry my hair 100%, so I have to go home with half-wet hair...
But it's another that the waves I came in with in my hair, although the roots and at least 5-10 cms are straight already (since it grew some since last year), were curlier and... just plain curly, while the ones I went out with were not what I would call curly at all, more like deformed, not to mention, that at least 15-20 cms of my hair starting from the roots downward are straight now!
Some perm this was...
And the hairdresser had the cheek to say it was because I dyed my hair.
I have been dying my hair as long as I have perm done to it, and let me tell you something: last year they did fabulously, with the same dyed hair (it was, and still is henna, for fuck's sake, dyed 2 months prior to today).
So... now here I sit with my hair looking all off and deformed and just plain ruined.
I shall see what I can do with it once I rinse out that half a box of that horrible, itchy, sticky stuff they rubbed in it.
I guess I shall get some dreadlocks or something. That at least would work.
It is a slow process, smelly, hurts like a bitch and lasts about 4-5 hours.
Why do I deem it worthy to suffer through it and have my scalp burned with smelly chemicals?
Well, I want my hair curly.
Today I went to the hairdresser to have the perm process.
IT SUCKED.
I mean it's one thing they don't dry my hair 100%, so I have to go home with half-wet hair...
But it's another that the waves I came in with in my hair, although the roots and at least 5-10 cms are straight already (since it grew some since last year), were curlier and... just plain curly, while the ones I went out with were not what I would call curly at all, more like deformed, not to mention, that at least 15-20 cms of my hair starting from the roots downward are straight now!
Some perm this was...
And the hairdresser had the cheek to say it was because I dyed my hair.
I have been dying my hair as long as I have perm done to it, and let me tell you something: last year they did fabulously, with the same dyed hair (it was, and still is henna, for fuck's sake, dyed 2 months prior to today).
So... now here I sit with my hair looking all off and deformed and just plain ruined.
I shall see what I can do with it once I rinse out that half a box of that horrible, itchy, sticky stuff they rubbed in it.
I guess I shall get some dreadlocks or something. That at least would work.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Catching up
First of all I, passed the exam!
YAY!
Course it took some great effort and also asking for a few favors from a certains someone I tend to ask for a reasonable amount of reward (reasonable for him).
Let's just say I'm usually out of blood afterwards, and leave it there. He certainly helped me out a few times so as to get the paper slips with the right number on it, if I das to draw a paper to get a theorem to talk about at exams.
Last time the paper slip fell when I went in and I picked it up to help out the teacher, looked at the number and there it was. Just the number I wanted the most. This time they were a little bit further away from the others, so I picked them. I did get the ones I listed to him I knew.
Hopefully this time gifts and blood will be enough.
One can only hope.
But he did help me in need and I shan't forget this.
YAY!
Course it took some great effort and also asking for a few favors from a certains someone I tend to ask for a reasonable amount of reward (reasonable for him).
Let's just say I'm usually out of blood afterwards, and leave it there. He certainly helped me out a few times so as to get the paper slips with the right number on it, if I das to draw a paper to get a theorem to talk about at exams.
Last time the paper slip fell when I went in and I picked it up to help out the teacher, looked at the number and there it was. Just the number I wanted the most. This time they were a little bit further away from the others, so I picked them. I did get the ones I listed to him I knew.
Hopefully this time gifts and blood will be enough.
One can only hope.
But he did help me in need and I shan't forget this.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Complex Linguistics Exam - Part One
Written part: check. (Woo-hoo!)
Finally!
Wish I could say that about the oral part too.
Will see on friday.
I dunno what will happen. 3 days to learn 32 theorems by heart... Not much chance if you ask me.
Still, I'll try.
All help is welcome.
Finally!
Wish I could say that about the oral part too.
Will see on friday.
I dunno what will happen. 3 days to learn 32 theorems by heart... Not much chance if you ask me.
Still, I'll try.
All help is welcome.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Lamenting
I cursed my mother today.
She had it coming for 23 years. I always put that off because hell, she is my mother for crying out loud, and people shouldn't do that to their mother even if she fucks them up so bad she did to me.
Yeah, I have phobias and more psychological issues than I can count, all thanks to her care. And now I'm more fucked up than ever, thanks again to her yet again.
Why did I decide to do it now then? I guess I finally snapped. I've taken more abuse from her than most people could stomach, and I still loved her as my mother.
I was an idiot.
Well, now that she has torn up a book and two stories of mine I've worked on for quite some time, I finally went over, and cursed her.
Stupid reason, I know, but... seriously... Who would stoop so low to tear up a book and my works to get to me if I do not respond to the taunts? How petty is that?
I'm still feeling sorry I had to do it, but she deserved it for all she had done to me.
She had it coming.
And I guess I will pay the price - well, actually I have paid it for 23 years.
It is her due.
And I'm very very sad I did that to my mother, and even more sad that my mother did the things to me that fucked me up so, and what had proved me right to do this.
It was long overdue.
She had it coming for 23 years. I always put that off because hell, she is my mother for crying out loud, and people shouldn't do that to their mother even if she fucks them up so bad she did to me.
Yeah, I have phobias and more psychological issues than I can count, all thanks to her care. And now I'm more fucked up than ever, thanks again to her yet again.
Why did I decide to do it now then? I guess I finally snapped. I've taken more abuse from her than most people could stomach, and I still loved her as my mother.
I was an idiot.
Well, now that she has torn up a book and two stories of mine I've worked on for quite some time, I finally went over, and cursed her.
Stupid reason, I know, but... seriously... Who would stoop so low to tear up a book and my works to get to me if I do not respond to the taunts? How petty is that?
I'm still feeling sorry I had to do it, but she deserved it for all she had done to me.
She had it coming.
And I guess I will pay the price - well, actually I have paid it for 23 years.
It is her due.
And I'm very very sad I did that to my mother, and even more sad that my mother did the things to me that fucked me up so, and what had proved me right to do this.
It was long overdue.
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