Yesterday I was getting sick (sore throat and all the fun stuff) so I took the advice and drank alcohol. The drink had 32% alcohol in it, so I ended up pretty wobbly. So I went to bed.
And had a weird dream.
Ok, the first part is a bit foggy. It was either a class reunion thingy (like the one I'm threatened to be invited) or a family reunion. Well, both cases had a few peeps in my dream.
So as I mentioned, I don't remember much. All I do remember is getting a pizza and the teacher, who was at the same time my relative giving me half the money and telling me to ask the other half from the others. And I was pretty angry at her.
Anyway, I was going up to the first floor when a storm came (search me) and went, and the teacher sent me up (I was going up anyway) to tke a look at the others if they were ok.
Now there must have been some time anomaly between the two floors, because it was days after the storm up there. Again, search me.
I put the pizza down and ate some before looking through the first door, which actually was open and looked into the first room.
A dead bird was near the entrance and I pretty much freaked out, but after a bit of calming down I looked again. Further in the room was an old lady on the floor, sleeping, and on the other side of the room a dead... well, what looked like an angel. (That really shocked me.) It looked like a guy, hod two huge white wings, although he was lying on his back. His body had specks of blood all over it and a white cloth was thrown over his face and upper body.
I went to the next room and got further shocks. The first body was actually... a carcass... or more like a bloody skeleton. There were some very small bits and pieces of meat stuck to it, and it was pretty disgusting. Paralell to it was the body of an old classmate (my second time dreaming about him, but I actually never liked him much as he was a stupid, agressive idiot) who looked like he was alive, but not in the best conditions. When I asked him what happened to the guy next to him he wheezed out that he died. (Duh. I never met many walking skeletons.)
It turns out the guy was hungry, the other guy was seriously hurt and what the hell, he ate him. I think the othr guy was then already dead.
Anyway, the ones from down came up, took the dead bodies, took the live bodies and we went on a roadtrip burying the bodies.
Weird dream, eh? I'm still mostly surprised by the angel.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
If I get old and crazy, please shoot me
Well, I had my concerns meeting the old folk back at the remote little village my grandpa crawled out from... and it turns out with good reason.
They are a crazy bunch. They are batshit crazy. (At least I know where this madness comes from.)
They are old (naturally). A bunch of fossils sitting around, waiting for the young to arrive... But first things first...
We arrived, laden with clothes to change into. We went into a little room, trying to dress up for the funeral. Of course a couple of old gramps walk in and sit down on the couch, staring at us, trying to start a conversation while we tried to recover from the shock. Perverted much?
Well, we tried to ask them to leave. They said not to bother. Well fuck. I didn't give them the satisfaction, and pulled my skirt over my head and pulled my pants down from under the skirt without showing skin. Hah. The dirty old geezers have much to learn. Btw, have I added that it was frikkin disgusting? No? Well it was.
After that a couple of old folks glomped me, trying to start a conversation but luckily people arrived at all times and I had made my escape.
The funeral was mostly crap. Old bitches took my spot (nobody knew them but sure they had to take the spots of the family, which they obviously weren't. And they were morally outraged that we wanted our spots back. Oh, we horrible, disgusting brutes!)
Anyway... I was forced back into the last row where the flowers were so I was half blind and my nose totally clogged up from the allergies when the priest finished. Well, he sucked. He talked about Mother Theresa and a great Hungarian writer, but totally failed to link it or even mention my godmother. We all thought he was just your usual stupid Catholic priest. Turns out he was a relative. I could have spit in his bloody stupid face.
After the funeral... we ate. The food... ick, let's not talk about the food, I'm still trying to forget it.
After we went back to get our stuff and run out of there: We were caught! I changed back into my jeans and pullover, and I peeked out. At least 7 hungry pair of eyes looked back: all the old folk wanted me to spill thewir woes and their stories about backache and to generally make me a good listener. I ran back. They called out to me to please come out and sit beside them. They even got into a fight as in who gets to sit next to me and whine. Oh joy.
Well, I had to crawl out eventually, and I got swarmed by the batshit crazy folk. Who talked my ear off, asked me questions but didn't give a flying bat's arse of how I was, if I even remembered them or had any general idea of who they were. No, I was there to listen. Well, hell no.
So we had to sit down, all of us and listen. We tried to leave 3 times, but they started to talk again. Then we finally left, but they sank their claws in us and told us we absolutely *had* to visit them again, soon.
HELL NO! *with passion*
Please. If I ever get this crazy, please shoot me. I mean it. It would be a huge good deed.
They are a crazy bunch. They are batshit crazy. (At least I know where this madness comes from.)
They are old (naturally). A bunch of fossils sitting around, waiting for the young to arrive... But first things first...
We arrived, laden with clothes to change into. We went into a little room, trying to dress up for the funeral. Of course a couple of old gramps walk in and sit down on the couch, staring at us, trying to start a conversation while we tried to recover from the shock. Perverted much?
Well, we tried to ask them to leave. They said not to bother. Well fuck. I didn't give them the satisfaction, and pulled my skirt over my head and pulled my pants down from under the skirt without showing skin. Hah. The dirty old geezers have much to learn. Btw, have I added that it was frikkin disgusting? No? Well it was.
After that a couple of old folks glomped me, trying to start a conversation but luckily people arrived at all times and I had made my escape.
The funeral was mostly crap. Old bitches took my spot (nobody knew them but sure they had to take the spots of the family, which they obviously weren't. And they were morally outraged that we wanted our spots back. Oh, we horrible, disgusting brutes!)
Anyway... I was forced back into the last row where the flowers were so I was half blind and my nose totally clogged up from the allergies when the priest finished. Well, he sucked. He talked about Mother Theresa and a great Hungarian writer, but totally failed to link it or even mention my godmother. We all thought he was just your usual stupid Catholic priest. Turns out he was a relative. I could have spit in his bloody stupid face.
After the funeral... we ate. The food... ick, let's not talk about the food, I'm still trying to forget it.
After we went back to get our stuff and run out of there: We were caught! I changed back into my jeans and pullover, and I peeked out. At least 7 hungry pair of eyes looked back: all the old folk wanted me to spill thewir woes and their stories about backache and to generally make me a good listener. I ran back. They called out to me to please come out and sit beside them. They even got into a fight as in who gets to sit next to me and whine. Oh joy.
Well, I had to crawl out eventually, and I got swarmed by the batshit crazy folk. Who talked my ear off, asked me questions but didn't give a flying bat's arse of how I was, if I even remembered them or had any general idea of who they were. No, I was there to listen. Well, hell no.
So we had to sit down, all of us and listen. We tried to leave 3 times, but they started to talk again. Then we finally left, but they sank their claws in us and told us we absolutely *had* to visit them again, soon.
HELL NO! *with passion*
Please. If I ever get this crazy, please shoot me. I mean it. It would be a huge good deed.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Dubai
You know... after looking at pictures of Dubai and reading about its history (the most recent one, about how big it became and how much money was involved...) I decided I really wanna live there.
One drawback tho: I'm female and we all know how they treat women over there.
And this made me think about how it would be funny to create a matriarchal country just to spite men. Bwahahaha...
Still, it'd be nice to live and work there. All sunny and pretty...
One drawback tho: I'm female and we all know how they treat women over there.
And this made me think about how it would be funny to create a matriarchal country just to spite men. Bwahahaha...
Still, it'd be nice to live and work there. All sunny and pretty...
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Well... Just to recap...
I'm still having the weirdest dreams.
I'm still looking for a job, and hoping against hope to get this one because it really really interests me. It would be a really exciting one too. Being the link between foreigner workers and the firm. Meaning if the foreigners get moved about and they have any kind of problem, they call me. I write it down and pass it on, do the follow-up, as in asking if the problem was solved and if they are happy or not. It's also closeby, in the city.
I seriously, seriously want this job. >.<
Ah yes. My folks are still pissing me off (and vice versa), but this long weekend away from each other helped a great deal. We shall see how it goes from there.
My friends are bonkers, most of them that is. The one I should have kept banned got banned yet again. Still, keeping him banned would have solved things on so many levels. He's an obsessive idiot.
He has trouble accepting this, although since 2 girls have banned him (no, wasn't talking about me, hehe) he started to think that maybe I do have some sort of... truth in my words.
Anyway, he's hard to deal with. He is... obsessive in everything he does. I ask him to let up, he doesn't. I had to get some peace and quiet so I banned him for the remainder of the night.
I'm afraid unless he changes now, he's not going to change ever. And I won't be able to take this much longer in any case.
With that said, I think I'll go and make sushi. ^^
I'm still having the weirdest dreams.
I'm still looking for a job, and hoping against hope to get this one because it really really interests me. It would be a really exciting one too. Being the link between foreigner workers and the firm. Meaning if the foreigners get moved about and they have any kind of problem, they call me. I write it down and pass it on, do the follow-up, as in asking if the problem was solved and if they are happy or not. It's also closeby, in the city.
I seriously, seriously want this job. >.<
Ah yes. My folks are still pissing me off (and vice versa), but this long weekend away from each other helped a great deal. We shall see how it goes from there.
My friends are bonkers, most of them that is. The one I should have kept banned got banned yet again. Still, keeping him banned would have solved things on so many levels. He's an obsessive idiot.
He has trouble accepting this, although since 2 girls have banned him (no, wasn't talking about me, hehe) he started to think that maybe I do have some sort of... truth in my words.
Anyway, he's hard to deal with. He is... obsessive in everything he does. I ask him to let up, he doesn't. I had to get some peace and quiet so I banned him for the remainder of the night.
I'm afraid unless he changes now, he's not going to change ever. And I won't be able to take this much longer in any case.
With that said, I think I'll go and make sushi. ^^
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Zsámbék and Basilisk
Today we went to Zsámbék. It has an old church ruin that we wanted to see and walk a bit in the nice weather. So we visited the ruins, the turkish fountain (which was a load of rubbish, full of graffity and trash, another old church and an Immaculata statue.
Actually, it was fun, save for the horrid nausea I had the whole trip thanks to my carsickness. But I really liked it. I also got to use my tourist-guide thingy, so yay.
What else... Oh yes. I came back and actually started liking Basilisk a bit. Now that they are less and less, plotting comes in, and... yup, I love plotting. It makes the show interesting.
I also found myself a fave charcter. The tactician. (That guy. Bite me.) Or if there were one, he would be it. He is the one who has the ability to take on the looks of other people. His disguise also includes the voice, so he's quite smooth.
His fave thing is to infiltrate the enemy, get close to someone and rile them up against the enemy. Like... he told his "comrade" who killed her love, so she ran blindly to confront said person in battle. (Ok saying the killer's art does not work on women helped.) Thing is the guy uses his brain! And he misleads and uses deceit as his biggest weapon. How sweet is that?
Oh, and he's pretty cute too.
(And just to rile people up, I'll try to include a pic with all the ninja in it.)
Actually, it was fun, save for the horrid nausea I had the whole trip thanks to my carsickness. But I really liked it. I also got to use my tourist-guide thingy, so yay.
What else... Oh yes. I came back and actually started liking Basilisk a bit. Now that they are less and less, plotting comes in, and... yup, I love plotting. It makes the show interesting.
I also found myself a fave charcter. The tactician. (That guy. Bite me.) Or if there were one, he would be it. He is the one who has the ability to take on the looks of other people. His disguise also includes the voice, so he's quite smooth.
His fave thing is to infiltrate the enemy, get close to someone and rile them up against the enemy. Like... he told his "comrade" who killed her love, so she ran blindly to confront said person in battle. (Ok saying the killer's art does not work on women helped.) Thing is the guy uses his brain! And he misleads and uses deceit as his biggest weapon. How sweet is that?
Oh, and he's pretty cute too.
(And just to rile people up, I'll try to include a pic with all the ninja in it.)
Basilisk: scuse me, I crowed too early
Correction.
The badass bad guy is still alive. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! What does it take to murder this utter bastard? He's crap. As in ruining what I could still enjoy about this crap. Grrrrrr.
The badass bad guy is still alive. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! What does it take to murder this utter bastard? He's crap. As in ruining what I could still enjoy about this crap. Grrrrrr.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Basilisk yet again
Ok. Instead of bitching about friends being pains in the backside when doing stuff that inconveniences me on more levels I could count... and instead of bitching about guild politics that pisses me off completely...
...I shall talk more about Basilisk.
I still think it's crappy. It had one, decent sub-sub-plot with a tragic death (What else is there but death?), but it was almost instantly gone.
(FYI: Guy1 was in love with girl.
Guy1 attacked guy2, because that enemy clans thing.Guy1 got pathetically killed.
Guy2 assumed guy1's looks and infiltrated village. And met girl.
Girl was already worried sick so she was overjoyed. She got lovey-dovey, while guy2 realized whom he had killed. (PG-12 rated) Girl found out guy1 got killed, swore she would kill guy2.
Then after a few days guy2 met girl while disguised as teammate. Girl said she'll recognize guy2 anytime anywhere... and did. Battle ensued, guy2 killed girl. Girl fell down from cliff.
Turns out, guy2 kinda liked girl. And guy2 watched as the girl's butterflies fluttered up into the rainy night sky. *sniff* Well, at least it was original.)
And then all that was lost when they put a frikkin rape scene in! Godsdamnit, but it wasn't rated hentai! Anyway, at least the big bad guy got killed. Finally. He was getting on my nerves. He had fugly hair, rotten personality and ego the size of Godzilla. Or more like Tokyo. Same deal. He was the unoriginal bad guy. Evil, rotten to the core and... ok, I admit, kinda hot. *sigh*
Still gonna get deleted.
...I shall talk more about Basilisk.
I still think it's crappy. It had one, decent sub-sub-plot with a tragic death (What else is there but death?), but it was almost instantly gone.
(FYI: Guy1 was in love with girl.
Guy1 attacked guy2, because that enemy clans thing.Guy1 got pathetically killed.
Guy2 assumed guy1's looks and infiltrated village. And met girl.
Girl was already worried sick so she was overjoyed. She got lovey-dovey, while guy2 realized whom he had killed. (PG-12 rated) Girl found out guy1 got killed, swore she would kill guy2.
Then after a few days guy2 met girl while disguised as teammate. Girl said she'll recognize guy2 anytime anywhere... and did. Battle ensued, guy2 killed girl. Girl fell down from cliff.
Turns out, guy2 kinda liked girl. And guy2 watched as the girl's butterflies fluttered up into the rainy night sky. *sniff* Well, at least it was original.)
And then all that was lost when they put a frikkin rape scene in! Godsdamnit, but it wasn't rated hentai! Anyway, at least the big bad guy got killed. Finally. He was getting on my nerves. He had fugly hair, rotten personality and ego the size of Godzilla. Or more like Tokyo. Same deal. He was the unoriginal bad guy. Evil, rotten to the core and... ok, I admit, kinda hot. *sigh*
Still gonna get deleted.
Basilisk in a nutshell
After watching 6 eps of Basilisk (1/4 of the whole anime) I've come to a conclusion: it pretty much reminds me of Ninja Scroll.
The art is pretty nice, but needs a bit of getting used to. Just like Kazuya Minekura's, the faces look a bit similar. But still it's nice art. (Trust me, I've seen much much much worse.) On the bright side, it has lotsa hot guys. Yay for the hormones!
So... what the series lacks is an original plot. Not kidding.
So far the plot consists of: badass, crafty ninjas murdering each other in big showdowns because they are sworn enemies, meaning they come from different hidden villages/clans.
But... let's face it, since Naruto it's pretty much old news. And Naruto is much cuter and much much more interesting. And less recycled.
They also introduced a love story sub-plot between the two heads of the opposing ninja clans. (Male and female respectively, don't start to freak out now.)
But since Romeo and Juliet it's also pretty old news. Not to mention the original was better in every aspect.
Oh yes, it also pretty much means that the guy (the sucker) getting unintentionally lied to by the girl, thanks to her eeeeevil subordinates who want to murder the guy who went over to be their guest (how stupid can you get, godsdamnit?!). The girl by the way is beyond stupid, clueless and even platinum blonde. She's practically braindead. She starts to simper one more time and I lose it. >.<
So... as first impressions go, this one will get deleted as soon as I finish it or get so annoyed that i stop in the middle. It makes me miss Sci-Fi harry's horrid, jumbled plot about an evil organization that turns out to be consisting of all humanity agains all psychics. It was that bad. Trust me.
But on the bright side... it (Basilisk) has nice music.
The art is pretty nice, but needs a bit of getting used to. Just like Kazuya Minekura's, the faces look a bit similar. But still it's nice art. (Trust me, I've seen much much much worse.) On the bright side, it has lotsa hot guys. Yay for the hormones!
So... what the series lacks is an original plot. Not kidding.
So far the plot consists of: badass, crafty ninjas murdering each other in big showdowns because they are sworn enemies, meaning they come from different hidden villages/clans.
But... let's face it, since Naruto it's pretty much old news. And Naruto is much cuter and much much more interesting. And less recycled.
They also introduced a love story sub-plot between the two heads of the opposing ninja clans. (Male and female respectively, don't start to freak out now.)
But since Romeo and Juliet it's also pretty old news. Not to mention the original was better in every aspect.
Oh yes, it also pretty much means that the guy (the sucker) getting unintentionally lied to by the girl, thanks to her eeeeevil subordinates who want to murder the guy who went over to be their guest (how stupid can you get, godsdamnit?!). The girl by the way is beyond stupid, clueless and even platinum blonde. She's practically braindead. She starts to simper one more time and I lose it. >.<
So... as first impressions go, this one will get deleted as soon as I finish it or get so annoyed that i stop in the middle. It makes me miss Sci-Fi harry's horrid, jumbled plot about an evil organization that turns out to be consisting of all humanity agains all psychics. It was that bad. Trust me.
But on the bright side... it (Basilisk) has nice music.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Random Naruto Madness
Got attacked by random browsing. And found this. And filled it out. -.-;
| -Naruto- | |
| This or That | |
| Naruto or Kabuto?: | Naruto! |
| Lee or Gai?: | Lee... |
| Shikamaru or Kiba?: | Shikamaru! |
| Gaara or Jiraiya?: | Gaara |
| Lee or Gaara?: | both? |
| Temari or Tenten?: | Temari! |
| Kankuro or Kabuto?: | Kankuro! |
| Tsunade or the third? (best hokage): | third |
| Sasuke or Itachi?: | neither |
| Sakura or Ino?: | uhm... |
| Naruto or Sasuke?: | Naruto! |
| Neji or Hinata?: | hard to choose |
| Hinata or Ino?: | neither |
| Haku or Gaara?: | Gaara |
| Random Questions. | |
| So you get to meet Naruto, and get to say /one sentance/. What would it be?: | Could you pleeease drop the orange? |
| You can take the position of one character for three days. Who?: | Sakura |
| Why?: | She has 2 hot teammates. |
| If you could date one character, who would it be?: | Gaara |
| You enter the Naruto world. First, which country do you live in?: | Fire |
| And while you're there, pick two teammates.: | kinda obvious... Naruto and Sai |
| Were those choices because they were strong, or your favourites? Reasoning?: | both |
| You get to dye Sasuke's hair any colour. Colour?: | pink just for the hell of it |
| Give Gaara a rating from 1 to 10.: | 9 |
| What about Shino?: | 5 |
| Dosu or Zaku?: | who are those again? |
| Did you actually like that Kin girl?: | who? |
| Do you find Hinata adorable? :B: | no, she's a total sissy |
| What about Haku? o:: | not my type |
| If you could have one characters signature power, what would you pick?: | Sai's power |
| What about if I limited that to Sharingan or Byakugan?: | both? |
| Chidori or Rasengan, perhaps?: | Rasengan, duh. |
| And what if you could have ALL of one character's moves?: | would be really nice |
| Rate opening theme 1 on a scale of 1-10: | 6 |
| Opening theme 2.: | 7 |
| Rate Itachi on a scale of 1-10.: | 0 |
| Do you like Kisame?: | no |
| Do you read fanfics?: | sometimes |
| Do you write fanfics?: | not anymore |
| Draw fanart?: | no |
| If you could, would you choose to be a ninja?: | in in alternate universe... maybe... |
| If no, why?: | because it's deadly? |
| If yes, even if you'd get hurt? Chance death?: | that's why the maybe... medical staff is always needed :P |
| As a ninja, would you learn to summon a frog or a dog?: | sure |
| What song on your itunes/ipod/cds suits Sasuke the most?: | that freak of nature? none thanks |
| Naruto the most?: | uhhh... Mezamero Yasei? |
| Gaara the most?: | *shrug* |
| Which character would you marry?: | top of the list is Shikamaru... then Kakashi... and Iruka is there somewhere too... too bad Asuma's married/dead |
| Which character would you be close friends with?: | Naruto |
| Which character would you kill?: | Sasuke, with immense pleasure (pain and torture on his part) |
| I feel like I'm leaving someone out. | |
| I'd better wrap this up. | |
| Doesn't Chouji rock?: | That he does. He's totally cute! |
| If you said yes, you rule! What do you have to say about that?: | he's the sweetest thing ever |
| How many 'favourites' do you have?: | I'd need my toes for that... let's say...16 give or take a dozen |
| How many characters are on your 'hate/hit list'?: | the only one I think of as human crap is Sasuke |
| You Narutard. | |
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Monday, April 21, 2008
Weird dreams
Ok, this one really weirded me out, and no, I did not go to bed with a full stomach. Quite contrary...
Anyway I went to a class reunion. Half the people I recognized, although they were a mix of primary and secondary school people I knew. Not all were from my class to boot.
Anyway... I've met an old... flame of mine there, who... during the dream's course ended up in interesting places.
No matter where I went I came across him hanging on to dear life from some depth or another, like... from a cliff, third storey... it was pretty weird. More so because he was pretty much indifferent to it all, not at all scared. Weird.
And I always ended up giving him my hand which he calmly accepted and pulled him up. (I did it at least 3 times... uh-oh.)
Also, I've met some other guy who I'm pretty sure wasn't my classmate... or maybe he was just at least 3 different persons' characteristics rolled into one, so I wasn't able to decide who he was.
Anyway, they both came to the flat and wanted to hog me (totally not sure if there was some romantic inclination in it, but if there was, I so need to get laid, because ick...) so I got pissed and scared and just majorly icked and left the flat waiting for my mom to chase them away. (Ha ha, very funny indeed.)
What worries me is the 3-times thing. I'm pretty sure it was 3 times. *gulp*
Anyway I went to a class reunion. Half the people I recognized, although they were a mix of primary and secondary school people I knew. Not all were from my class to boot.
Anyway... I've met an old... flame of mine there, who... during the dream's course ended up in interesting places.
No matter where I went I came across him hanging on to dear life from some depth or another, like... from a cliff, third storey... it was pretty weird. More so because he was pretty much indifferent to it all, not at all scared. Weird.
And I always ended up giving him my hand which he calmly accepted and pulled him up. (I did it at least 3 times... uh-oh.)
Also, I've met some other guy who I'm pretty sure wasn't my classmate... or maybe he was just at least 3 different persons' characteristics rolled into one, so I wasn't able to decide who he was.
Anyway, they both came to the flat and wanted to hog me (totally not sure if there was some romantic inclination in it, but if there was, I so need to get laid, because ick...) so I got pissed and scared and just majorly icked and left the flat waiting for my mom to chase them away. (Ha ha, very funny indeed.)
What worries me is the 3-times thing. I'm pretty sure it was 3 times. *gulp*
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Yuck Yuck Yuck Yuck Yuck!
OK, I admit it. I watched a hentai movie. (But never ever ever again. Not even the one certain people call the "penis-gun"... the one I promised I'll watch.... bceause it's said to be a parody of hentai stuff. Yeah. I'm talking about you. Don't you dare show your face for decades or I kick you in the jewels for this. Repeatedly. For hours!!)
But... a friend linked me to it. (Yup, that one. The one I'll kick in the soft parts.) He said I should watch it because it's more hilarious and sick than perverse. (Hah! I should have murdered him right there and then!)
Actually, it's both. Or... all of the above, really. I'm still feeling a load of nausea.
I cannot stress enough my disgust over misused billiard balls, poor, harmless vegetables, cardboard boxes, a washing machine, a hoover, a bell for any god's sake who dares to listen and watch this nightmare... and some more veggies. Yeah... too many veggies.
I doubt I'll ever recover my sanity and be able to play billiards or eat vegetables again.
So far I'm completely put out and wonder what sick mind has come up with such a twisted, sick, sick, DEPRAVED idea.
Gods, this was utterly disgusting. I wish they sold soap for the mind.
This is utter revulsion.
But... a friend linked me to it. (Yup, that one. The one I'll kick in the soft parts.) He said I should watch it because it's more hilarious and sick than perverse. (Hah! I should have murdered him right there and then!)
Actually, it's both. Or... all of the above, really. I'm still feeling a load of nausea.
I cannot stress enough my disgust over misused billiard balls, poor, harmless vegetables, cardboard boxes, a washing machine, a hoover, a bell for any god's sake who dares to listen and watch this nightmare... and some more veggies. Yeah... too many veggies.
I doubt I'll ever recover my sanity and be able to play billiards or eat vegetables again.
So far I'm completely put out and wonder what sick mind has come up with such a twisted, sick, sick, DEPRAVED idea.
Gods, this was utterly disgusting. I wish they sold soap for the mind.
This is utter revulsion.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
To mend or not to mend
I wonder if you can try to make up now for something you've done months ago.
In my book you just can't.
I might be called a bastard, but at the moment I feel like I just can't ignore something that made me doubt my friendship. Even if the culprit is sorry now and wants to mend it... There are some things that can't be mended.
Especially not if it happened weeks or moths ago. If someone feeels sorry, they should go and apologize then... or the next day. Not after a long while.
And especially not stating "I'd do anything to make it up...".
Thing is, if anyone feels so sorry to say this... it shouldn't have taken them this long to come to this life-altering conclusion.
Ergo they should have done this a looong time ago, because now... it just sounds used and sad.
In my book you just can't.
I might be called a bastard, but at the moment I feel like I just can't ignore something that made me doubt my friendship. Even if the culprit is sorry now and wants to mend it... There are some things that can't be mended.
Especially not if it happened weeks or moths ago. If someone feeels sorry, they should go and apologize then... or the next day. Not after a long while.
And especially not stating "I'd do anything to make it up...".
Thing is, if anyone feels so sorry to say this... it shouldn't have taken them this long to come to this life-altering conclusion.
Ergo they should have done this a looong time ago, because now... it just sounds used and sad.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Attack of the bad dreams
Been dreaming some horrid, gorey stuff. Day before I dreamt about cleaning after a mass-murderer who happened to be an old friend (befoe his taste for murders emerged).
This night I've dreamt about raiding some underground place where kidnapped people got hacked into pieces or were cut to bleed out. It was a labyrynth, some of us were kidnapped and killed by bleeding out and hacked to pieces.
I haven't watched anything funny or gorey, haven't eaten much in these days and as far as I know never wanted to do these thing to anyone.
So ick.
This night I've dreamt about raiding some underground place where kidnapped people got hacked into pieces or were cut to bleed out. It was a labyrynth, some of us were kidnapped and killed by bleeding out and hacked to pieces.
I haven't watched anything funny or gorey, haven't eaten much in these days and as far as I know never wanted to do these thing to anyone.
So ick.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Feeling Emo
Guess this is what it feels like when a friend abandons you. After I spent ages on poking him into a relatively normal emotional-state... he got a backbone, he got back with his friends.
First thing he does: he forgets me. He goes off and talks to me only when he's bored to tears or thinks he has love problems.
I seriously think this is sad. I don't think it's much fun staying friends with a bloke like that. I also feel used. Am I pathetic? (Yeah, utterly. Much more for emoing like that. I'm seriously doubting my sanity here.)
You know... a friend like that is no friend of mine.
First thing he does: he forgets me. He goes off and talks to me only when he's bored to tears or thinks he has love problems.
I seriously think this is sad. I don't think it's much fun staying friends with a bloke like that. I also feel used. Am I pathetic? (Yeah, utterly. Much more for emoing like that. I'm seriously doubting my sanity here.)
You know... a friend like that is no friend of mine.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
This Übers Alles
Again from Baby's Named A Bad Bad Thing!
"I really like Freddie Prinze jr. and heard his father was famous and died tragically. What was his name?"
*Hysterically tearing hair out.* I really really wanna kill all idiots.
"I really like Freddie Prinze jr. and heard his father was famous and died tragically. What was his name?"
*Hysterically tearing hair out.* I really really wanna kill all idiots.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Zonked out
Still not in the mood to ditch out Sci-Fi Harry. It sucked, let it be enough.
Anyway. I'm also avoiding political issues inside my country and outside of it, since I can't do a single thing about them. Were I in a position to do so, I'd shoot every idiot in the head. See?
Sooo.... about global warming. Something like that happaned once already, or at least something that left Greenland green. I mean besides the old sources stating that it was green, what lunatic (besides me) would name an island full of ice and cold Greenland? Repeat after me: green. See? Not hard at all.
Also, if people were that worried about it, they would do something about it. Nah, they are not worries about it. Am I sure about that? Sure. Are they panicking? No. Then they are not properly worried.
Nowadays, worry means shit. We all worry about... world peace. So we help the most idiotic race of all, the Americans (that was a joke btw - just not the idiotic part) shoot people in Iraq. Sure. World peace my ass.
If it were up to me I'd let the suicide bombers duke it out with America. They reap what they sow, simple as that. While I don't go and hit every idiot on the head just because they deserve it, America attacks people left and right because they might have done something to deserve it. (Like have oil in their lands. Pathetic.)
And that's the end for today. I take my painkillers, drink some warm tea with honey and calm down.
Anyway. I'm also avoiding political issues inside my country and outside of it, since I can't do a single thing about them. Were I in a position to do so, I'd shoot every idiot in the head. See?
Sooo.... about global warming. Something like that happaned once already, or at least something that left Greenland green. I mean besides the old sources stating that it was green, what lunatic (besides me) would name an island full of ice and cold Greenland? Repeat after me: green. See? Not hard at all.
Also, if people were that worried about it, they would do something about it. Nah, they are not worries about it. Am I sure about that? Sure. Are they panicking? No. Then they are not properly worried.
Nowadays, worry means shit. We all worry about... world peace. So we help the most idiotic race of all, the Americans (that was a joke btw - just not the idiotic part) shoot people in Iraq. Sure. World peace my ass.
If it were up to me I'd let the suicide bombers duke it out with America. They reap what they sow, simple as that. While I don't go and hit every idiot on the head just because they deserve it, America attacks people left and right because they might have done something to deserve it. (Like have oil in their lands. Pathetic.)
And that's the end for today. I take my painkillers, drink some warm tea with honey and calm down.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Yes... I might talk about Harry later. But not now.
Yesterday I've found one of the best anime scenes ever. Well, in my point of view.
I'm not much, if you consider it.
Story goes: guy fucks up, so he goes to the group-head (pretty much like a yakuza), who's in a pool on top of the rooftop. It's night, the pool is lit from under the water, so all is blue and sparkly. Guy goes in, admits failure, places gun next to the pool and offers the lady to shoot him. (Btw, he's a lover-subordinate of the pretty much crazy lady.)
Lady swims there, takes the gun and asks "You think that I won't shoot?"... and proceeds to shoot him in the knees. He falls to the floor, woman drops gun into the water, no longer interested in it. (Oh, those who can afford it all...)
After shooting, she swims to the poolside again, touches the face of the suffering guy, tells him to get it sorted out, and then mutters "You can get some medical care for your knees after I have my fun." And drags him underwater with her, kissing him, while the guy trails blood after him in the poolwater.
I found the scene pretty. It's not the dominance, it's not the violence, it sure as hell not the blood or the implied pool-sex afterward. I just think that the scene is pretty hot.
Dunno why exactly. But the guy prolly has something to do with it too. ^^
Yesterday I've found one of the best anime scenes ever. Well, in my point of view.
I'm not much, if you consider it.
Story goes: guy fucks up, so he goes to the group-head (pretty much like a yakuza), who's in a pool on top of the rooftop. It's night, the pool is lit from under the water, so all is blue and sparkly. Guy goes in, admits failure, places gun next to the pool and offers the lady to shoot him. (Btw, he's a lover-subordinate of the pretty much crazy lady.)
Lady swims there, takes the gun and asks "You think that I won't shoot?"... and proceeds to shoot him in the knees. He falls to the floor, woman drops gun into the water, no longer interested in it. (Oh, those who can afford it all...)
After shooting, she swims to the poolside again, touches the face of the suffering guy, tells him to get it sorted out, and then mutters "You can get some medical care for your knees after I have my fun." And drags him underwater with her, kissing him, while the guy trails blood after him in the poolwater.
I found the scene pretty. It's not the dominance, it's not the violence, it sure as hell not the blood or the implied pool-sex afterward. I just think that the scene is pretty hot.Dunno why exactly. But the guy prolly has something to do with it too. ^^
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sci-Fi Harry
In-depth bitching later, now I have to say... wtfbbq?!
It just ended and I'm totally, utterly and completely dumbfounded. What the heck really happened at the end anyway?!
Now anime like this makes my blood boil, and not in the good way. It ended with something utterly confusing, making the end useless, since I can't figure out wtf happened.
I might have to hope that there is a manga with a more detailed end I could read.
Well, yippee. Another handful of hours wasted.
It just ended and I'm totally, utterly and completely dumbfounded. What the heck really happened at the end anyway?!
Now anime like this makes my blood boil, and not in the good way. It ended with something utterly confusing, making the end useless, since I can't figure out wtf happened.
I might have to hope that there is a manga with a more detailed end I could read.
Well, yippee. Another handful of hours wasted.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I could start with boy, am I pissed, and then go on about how life sucks and my parents are bastards (not in the hereditary sense).
It would be all true, but very boring, no?
There's so much time I can spend being utterly annoyed and totally pissed off.
So let's go on about dissing japanese men instead. ^^
For one thing, they are really small. It's a lie that they are taller now. Not by much. They are not tall enough for me. I'd prefer if my guy could reach the high shelf since I can't. (Yeah, this is why I only date tall men. Duh.)
Also, japanese idols are bloody bony. It's like they are starving themselves. The girls are worse, but seriously, japanese guys (not the geeks, I'm talking about guys who are considered good-looking) are little more than bones stuffed in skin. It's pretty scary.
Then... they all have emo-haircuts. Ick? Ok, the black hair is a given, but seriously... all emo? So laaaame. Guess it's the most popular haircut over there. *Sigh.*
What else? Oh yes. I saw a half-blood Japanese guy. I must admit I found him the most handsome... well, technically the only do-able person on the set. He's half Spanish, pretty young, and he had some muscle and flesh on him. Also some body-hair. (Japanese men look like little kids, they hardly ever have body-hair as far as I have seen.) Still, he was too young to interest me. *Looks up name.* Btw he goes by the name Shirota Yuu. He sure has pretty eyes.
Still, I have to mention that Kamikawa Takaya piqued my interest. In the drama he played the dangerously homosexual school-nurse. ^^ Still, he was really cute, even if he really didn't look much like the original in the manga. Him I really wouldn't mind getting as a present from Santa. (Although I liked him as the school-nurse.)
It would be all true, but very boring, no?
There's so much time I can spend being utterly annoyed and totally pissed off.
So let's go on about dissing japanese men instead. ^^
For one thing, they are really small. It's a lie that they are taller now. Not by much. They are not tall enough for me. I'd prefer if my guy could reach the high shelf since I can't. (Yeah, this is why I only date tall men. Duh.)
Also, japanese idols are bloody bony. It's like they are starving themselves. The girls are worse, but seriously, japanese guys (not the geeks, I'm talking about guys who are considered good-looking) are little more than bones stuffed in skin. It's pretty scary.
Then... they all have emo-haircuts. Ick? Ok, the black hair is a given, but seriously... all emo? So laaaame. Guess it's the most popular haircut over there. *Sigh.*
What else? Oh yes. I saw a half-blood Japanese guy. I must admit I found him the most handsome... well, technically the only do-able person on the set. He's half Spanish, pretty young, and he had some muscle and flesh on him. Also some body-hair. (Japanese men look like little kids, they hardly ever have body-hair as far as I have seen.) Still, he was too young to interest me. *Looks up name.* Btw he goes by the name Shirota Yuu. He sure has pretty eyes.
Still, I have to mention that Kamikawa Takaya piqued my interest. In the drama he played the dangerously homosexual school-nurse. ^^ Still, he was really cute, even if he really didn't look much like the original in the manga. Him I really wouldn't mind getting as a present from Santa. (Although I liked him as the school-nurse.)
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Anime Review
Right. Here is a guy who runs around all secret-like. Silent as night, blends in with the shadows like a pro and is very athletic, so jumping a few storeys up and down is nothing to him. Wowzers!
Thing is... there are a few things I feel I should mention.
Our Stealth Agent wears a glaring RED, long trenchcoat, runs around the city with a drawn katana, takes strolls on the side of tall buildings (being all horizontal), and jumps from building to building that are kms away and lands safely on their side. Nah, not weird at all. Also, he wears a funny hat. (The piccie is of said anime hero.)
Still, maybe it's just me. I mean it's Japan we are speaking of, and maybe people are doing those things all the time so it might be ok. Also, maybe people don't see glaring red colour as we do.
Anything is possible, no?
But... is it me or does he remind me strongly of someone of another vampire-based anime? Hmm... You be the judge.
(Second piccie is of Alucard. He sometimes has long black hair. And wears goggles.)
Yup, no kidding. They made a shameless and tasteless copy of Alucard (alias Dracula).
I do believe the original is much much hotter, anime-character-wise. ^^
Oh, and he also has a funny hat!
Thing is... there are a few things I feel I should mention.
Our Stealth Agent wears a glaring RED, long trenchcoat, runs around the city with a drawn katana, takes strolls on the side of tall buildings (being all horizontal), and jumps from building to building that are kms away and lands safely on their side. Nah, not weird at all. Also, he wears a funny hat. (The piccie is of said anime hero.)
Still, maybe it's just me. I mean it's Japan we are speaking of, and maybe people are doing those things all the time so it might be ok. Also, maybe people don't see glaring red colour as we do.
Anything is possible, no?
But... is it me or does he remind me strongly of someone of another vampire-based anime? Hmm... You be the judge.(Second piccie is of Alucard. He sometimes has long black hair. And wears goggles.)
Yup, no kidding. They made a shameless and tasteless copy of Alucard (alias Dracula).
I do believe the original is much much hotter, anime-character-wise. ^^Oh, and he also has a funny hat!
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Random Browsing Strikes Again!
This is for my niece, Dawn. She is expecting a baby girl in September. I suggested that they name her Dusk. What does everyone think?
I think her grand-daughter Nighttime would not approve. Or her grand-neices Afterhours and Graveyardshift.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
The End of The World and Other Funny Stories
So far I understood, the End of the World will come (insert eerie music). Demons shall became of humans and dragons will rise and fight the evil overlords for a piece of scorched, parched, polluted and destroyed lump of mud called Earth...
And it's the only game in town.
You so gotta see this.
And it's the only game in town.
You so gotta see this.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Totally Reformed
Well, what normal people couldn't achive, a group of occultists just did.
I decided to stay on the path of normal people. I mean seeing that many insane, stuck up and not to mention scary people all grouped together, talking about dragons and demons and the end of the world and dying in the fight... Sheeesh.
It sure made a huge impact on me.
Seriously, I was thinking of calling the nice guys with the tailor-made white jackets. I mean sure, I had the odd thought or two (or more), but I never dreamed I was a dragon or some imaginary forest creature. It even entered my mind to become a religious Catholic jut to escape the insanity... and repent.
These people are too far gone to realize that if they indeed came to this Earth to do things in disguise, they would have to blend in, and not be total oddballs. More so if they are indeed getting ready for some badass fight or another. (Nah, they are just living in their own little world and... I hope never to cross path with most of them. There is one I wanna cross paths tho. And I want to stuff his nuts down his throat and enjoy seeing him swallow them.)
No. Actually I think they were insane, and nothing else. One or two of them sure was nice, but I felt like I was under interrogation most of the time. And I do NOT enjoy that. (During it I was listing the mental illnesses they must have.)
Also, I'm taking down my dream blog for this reason. I feel my dreams are my own concern, and so far too many have been privy to them. I do not enjoy hearing them back, warped by a third party, molded to their own liking. I also do not enjoy them demanding for information they feel I may hold. (Which I do not by the way.)
No, my dreams will be better off cathegorized by me and stored safely. It's a bit vindictive of me, but I feel abused, and that is what happens when I do.
I crawl back into my little corner and seal up my things.
I decided to stay on the path of normal people. I mean seeing that many insane, stuck up and not to mention scary people all grouped together, talking about dragons and demons and the end of the world and dying in the fight... Sheeesh.
It sure made a huge impact on me.
Seriously, I was thinking of calling the nice guys with the tailor-made white jackets. I mean sure, I had the odd thought or two (or more), but I never dreamed I was a dragon or some imaginary forest creature. It even entered my mind to become a religious Catholic jut to escape the insanity... and repent.
These people are too far gone to realize that if they indeed came to this Earth to do things in disguise, they would have to blend in, and not be total oddballs. More so if they are indeed getting ready for some badass fight or another. (Nah, they are just living in their own little world and... I hope never to cross path with most of them. There is one I wanna cross paths tho. And I want to stuff his nuts down his throat and enjoy seeing him swallow them.)
No. Actually I think they were insane, and nothing else. One or two of them sure was nice, but I felt like I was under interrogation most of the time. And I do NOT enjoy that. (During it I was listing the mental illnesses they must have.)
Also, I'm taking down my dream blog for this reason. I feel my dreams are my own concern, and so far too many have been privy to them. I do not enjoy hearing them back, warped by a third party, molded to their own liking. I also do not enjoy them demanding for information they feel I may hold. (Which I do not by the way.)
No, my dreams will be better off cathegorized by me and stored safely. It's a bit vindictive of me, but I feel abused, and that is what happens when I do.
I crawl back into my little corner and seal up my things.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Goth
I have read "Goth" tonight, which is a manga by the way.
Words don't really describe it. It's deep, ugly and abhorrent. I couldn't say I hated it.
Words don't really describe it. It's deep, ugly and abhorrent. I couldn't say I hated it.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Warrrrghhh
So far I have read books, watched tons of anime, watched some Clinton-Obama bitchfight and ate some sushi. And I'm going insane.
I'm driven up against at least 3 walls. I can't leave the flat, since dressing requires movements that may very well pull my stitches. Also, if I move too much, I either take some painkillers and knock myself out or I'm going to snivel and whimper like some pathetic puppy. How annoying is that?
Also, I tried shovers. The first thing is that the much-moving still applies here. So I tried to do as much as I could with minimum movements and one hand. Try to wash your back with one hand. Good luck. Also, the covering on the scar is not waterproof, so half the time I had to quickly scrub away the water aiming to wet the only dry place on my body... It was like it happened deliberately. (Scar is not supposed to meet water until after the stitches are out. Stitches are not out.)
So I had my fun with the shower. Good thing I had taken some painkillers, otherwise I would have woken the whole house up with the moaning. Also, I used up one towel just by wiping water away from the scar-area. It still got wet. Just a little bit.
Why do I get stitches in some of the most impossible places anyway? Grrrrrrr.
Well, at least it'll be a funny story when I'll be old and wrinkly. If I live till I get old. But with the tension in world politics... who knows?
I'm driven up against at least 3 walls. I can't leave the flat, since dressing requires movements that may very well pull my stitches. Also, if I move too much, I either take some painkillers and knock myself out or I'm going to snivel and whimper like some pathetic puppy. How annoying is that?
Also, I tried shovers. The first thing is that the much-moving still applies here. So I tried to do as much as I could with minimum movements and one hand. Try to wash your back with one hand. Good luck. Also, the covering on the scar is not waterproof, so half the time I had to quickly scrub away the water aiming to wet the only dry place on my body... It was like it happened deliberately. (Scar is not supposed to meet water until after the stitches are out. Stitches are not out.)
So I had my fun with the shower. Good thing I had taken some painkillers, otherwise I would have woken the whole house up with the moaning. Also, I used up one towel just by wiping water away from the scar-area. It still got wet. Just a little bit.
Why do I get stitches in some of the most impossible places anyway? Grrrrrrr.
Well, at least it'll be a funny story when I'll be old and wrinkly. If I live till I get old. But with the tension in world politics... who knows?
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Favourite quote of the month
"'I have come too early,' he said then; 'my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.'"
Guess where it's from. Using Google is considered cheating.
Guess where it's from. Using Google is considered cheating.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Gods, pease obliterate the idiots!
Dunno what came over me, but I went to look for esoteric jewellery on the net. (Ok, I just wanted to get some inspiration for my next pendant...)
But seriously... These are IDIOTS!
I'm not joking. They put up a jewish hexagram as a pentagram. Boy, will the little witch feel surprised when she meets a few overenthusiastic German guys who have a thing for jews. Ooops?
Then... Hermes' staff. They called it an ankh. *dying scream* Can you say idiots?
Well, I wrote a letter to the pentagram-jewish hexagram guys. I prolly insulted them to ashes, and I prolly shouldn't have written that letter in the first place (just let natural selection do its work), but I have a heart.
(Yeah, bored to tears by the studying. Why else would I go for cheap thrills like these...)
But seriously... These are IDIOTS!
I'm not joking. They put up a jewish hexagram as a pentagram. Boy, will the little witch feel surprised when she meets a few overenthusiastic German guys who have a thing for jews. Ooops?
Then... Hermes' staff. They called it an ankh. *dying scream* Can you say idiots?
Well, I wrote a letter to the pentagram-jewish hexagram guys. I prolly insulted them to ashes, and I prolly shouldn't have written that letter in the first place (just let natural selection do its work), but I have a heart.
(Yeah, bored to tears by the studying. Why else would I go for cheap thrills like these...)
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Random Browsing again
Well... random browsing yet again. I found this.
I want a few ones tho. Like:
Such fun!
I want a few ones tho. Like:
- "I Can Fix Anything! Where's the Duct Tape?"
- "Buy me another drink. Your are still ugly."
- "Quoting one is plagiarism. Quoting many is research."
- "End Racism: Hate everyone"
- "The Meek shall inherit the earth.... after we're through with it."
- and of course the classic: "What part of phnglui mglw'nafl Cthulhu r'lyeh w'gah nagl fhtagn don't you understand?"
Such fun!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
I would like to ask my dear, dirty blond haired friend (the one fond of lances) that if he could spare me some time, we need to talk.
If you come upon this, gimme a call. We have much to talk about.
No weaseling out this time.
PS: Write an e-mail, please. I must admit, I'm not completely comfortable when you pop over to meet me. Unless you warn me first.
If you come upon this, gimme a call. We have much to talk about.
No weaseling out this time.
PS: Write an e-mail, please. I must admit, I'm not completely comfortable when you pop over to meet me. Unless you warn me first.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Let us imagine for a minute, that maybe, there was a creator of things. He had many followers, and... as the name indicates, he created things to amuse himself.
Now let us imagine, that he created for himself obedient toys that did as he wished, because he was ultimately male and disliked to be disagreed with even in the smallest of things.
Now let us imagine, that there was in fact someone who disagreed with him. This person was amongst his followers, utterly devoted to him, but still with pride intact. Let us imagine that she was a stunning creature, bright, strong-willed and devoted to the creator of things.
Still, when the creator of things made these new toys, he had no patience for his brightest follower, maybe because they disagreed on many things about the use and well-beings of said toys... or maybe he just had other, greater plans on the move. Who knows?
Still, the creator of things shooed away the brightest follower, and so she left with those who had the same view as her.
So the brightest one left just like the first wife of the creator of things' pet project's prototype.
Now let us imagine, that he created for himself obedient toys that did as he wished, because he was ultimately male and disliked to be disagreed with even in the smallest of things.
Now let us imagine, that there was in fact someone who disagreed with him. This person was amongst his followers, utterly devoted to him, but still with pride intact. Let us imagine that she was a stunning creature, bright, strong-willed and devoted to the creator of things.
Still, when the creator of things made these new toys, he had no patience for his brightest follower, maybe because they disagreed on many things about the use and well-beings of said toys... or maybe he just had other, greater plans on the move. Who knows?
Still, the creator of things shooed away the brightest follower, and so she left with those who had the same view as her.
So the brightest one left just like the first wife of the creator of things' pet project's prototype.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Oh my God, I saw Harry Potter's weewee!
Yeah, I can picture the sound of some Potter fans' dreams and ideals shattering in a blink. So many parents looked up to the child hero, and now they see hundreds and thousands of pictures (mostly the same few, but in many places like blogs and so on) of the actor of the Potter boy naked.
Not to mention with a serious horse-fetish. In a play where he plays the role of a deranged pervert (ok, he's only into horses, but seriously...).
Also, I think the play was poorly written. I mean... If you wanna write about a psychological issue, you should do your friggin homework first. But oh well, artists can't be concerned with some little things like that, after all not many psychologists go and watch a play so disturbed and poorly written as that.
Also, I did my homework on the issue and found a few very funny remarks. Here is one so you can all laugh:
"But just dressing up as a schoolboy and earning millions of quid for it wasn't enough for Daniel Radcliffe - he wanted to push himself as an actor. So Daniel Radcliffe did the only thing he could - he decided to play a dead soldier. And nobody paid any attention, so he got naked and stabbed a horse in the eye instead." Link.
I also liked this comment too:
"The clamour to see what
Can't say what the play looked like with Potter's dick flopping about the place, but it must have paid off to get little Harry Potter to play the role. I imagine hundreds of Potter fans fighting for tickets to get a look at that floppy little penis. (If you wanna look it up, google pictures of Equus. I don't think it's anything to be extremely proud of, but hey, Potter fans are into it... Well, those that are not flaming him and every Potter site around the world.)
First Potter and then Dumbledore too. Those poor Potter fans are having it this year. Next thing we know it turns out Malfoy is straight! o.O
Amen.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Fuckitall
Today I was at the point of standing up and walking out of the door and never coming back.
What happened exactly? Well while I'm in this training group, we have to write a test every Friday. So far it's all ok. The problem is, that they don't care eitehr way that the computer assigned to me is NOT WORKING. The problem is: the hard drive is full, so applications are not working, such as office and lotus notes (the ones we are constantly using). They could, of course, just go there, delete a few things and then the problem would be solved. Still, they have been unable to do it since Monday. And it is traning group.
So besides me being pissed off by juggled around at different computers and feeling like someone not wanted, I have to wait every time for all the settings to load, because I'm using someon else's computer.
So... about what happened... They started the test while my computer was still logging in. And logging in... and loading... and loading. Nobody cared that only I wasn't able to to log in. I asked them for help again and again, I also asked about the password because I write every traingin password down in my notebook, but they said it shouldn't be among the list and I'll need some special login name.
Nope. When the fucking computer finally logged in, and I found the actual password, it was in the list, the one I pointed out, and my login name was my own login name at the company. (Of course.) I could have murered them then and there.
When I told them it was THAT password, the stupid little bitch just laughed like it was an excellent joke. Yeah, it's much more important to flirt with the other team builder, who is male and incidentally married. She should just ignore us, because it's not really important at all. nah, we are here for 3 fucking weeks to have fun and bathe in the sunshine.
Also, when I had that stupid test program open, I had very little time to solve them all, and all the others were way ahead of me and while they could work together, I couldn't. (It was a test where you had to okay every answer you made so you couldn't go back.)
I was so pissed... I only got 83% because I didn't have time to check them if they were correct, because we were actually allowed to use the programs and see if the solutions in the possible answers worked or not.
And yes, it counts if I get 83% or more, since I have to reach at least 80% to pass the fucking end test.
But... why do I worry? I don't want to work with assholes like them and a company who expects me to be a brainwashed zombie without will, spirit and life. They can kiss my ass.
What happened exactly? Well while I'm in this training group, we have to write a test every Friday. So far it's all ok. The problem is, that they don't care eitehr way that the computer assigned to me is NOT WORKING. The problem is: the hard drive is full, so applications are not working, such as office and lotus notes (the ones we are constantly using). They could, of course, just go there, delete a few things and then the problem would be solved. Still, they have been unable to do it since Monday. And it is traning group.
So besides me being pissed off by juggled around at different computers and feeling like someone not wanted, I have to wait every time for all the settings to load, because I'm using someon else's computer.
So... about what happened... They started the test while my computer was still logging in. And logging in... and loading... and loading. Nobody cared that only I wasn't able to to log in. I asked them for help again and again, I also asked about the password because I write every traingin password down in my notebook, but they said it shouldn't be among the list and I'll need some special login name.
Nope. When the fucking computer finally logged in, and I found the actual password, it was in the list, the one I pointed out, and my login name was my own login name at the company. (Of course.) I could have murered them then and there.
When I told them it was THAT password, the stupid little bitch just laughed like it was an excellent joke. Yeah, it's much more important to flirt with the other team builder, who is male and incidentally married. She should just ignore us, because it's not really important at all. nah, we are here for 3 fucking weeks to have fun and bathe in the sunshine.
Also, when I had that stupid test program open, I had very little time to solve them all, and all the others were way ahead of me and while they could work together, I couldn't. (It was a test where you had to okay every answer you made so you couldn't go back.)
I was so pissed... I only got 83% because I didn't have time to check them if they were correct, because we were actually allowed to use the programs and see if the solutions in the possible answers worked or not.
And yes, it counts if I get 83% or more, since I have to reach at least 80% to pass the fucking end test.
But... why do I worry? I don't want to work with assholes like them and a company who expects me to be a brainwashed zombie without will, spirit and life. They can kiss my ass.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Men are weird
I hate Mondays. Every Monday something weird or worse happens. Just like today.
Thanks to my 100% test I had to work on the computer that was hooked up with the beamer so I couldn't even play solitaire. Oh joy. It was pure torture until the break.
Then one of my group members proposed to me! o.O It was the natural healer, of course. (The one with the body of a god (not Buddha), long hair, hawkish nose, pretty face and no brains whatsoever. Go me! >.<)
We know each other since last Monday (yup, wrath of Mondays), and he decided he wanted me as his gf. I have absolutely NO clue as of why. Yeah, he mentioned he has a weak personality and he needs a woman with a strong will, but seriously...
Since last Monday I tried to make it clear that I think he's an idiot, a fluke and even worse than a wiccan. (I actually hate wiccans because they mix up the facts. He knows that.) Seriously, the bloke hugs trees as a hobby! (I love trees, I just don't wanna hurt them by crushing their branches, ripping off leaves and kicking out chunks of their roots. I also don't think they like being glomped by people.)
Anyway, I stared at the guy incredulously for a while until he asked me if I was unsure, ok, happy, totally into him or extatic. I counted to 20 and then asked him to run.
He didn't, of course. The little snot has no sense of danger! -.- # So I turned and walked away to drink some strong coffee. And after some time laughed until my break was way over.
What I still don't understand: why do doormats like me? I'm antisocial, blunt, sarcastic and don't care either way. (Even I wouldn't want to date me... ok, mostly because I'm female.) I also like to banter quite a bit, and people with fragile souls tend to take it the wrong way. (Apparently, not these idiots.)
Oh, and I'm an insane guy magnet. Every guy who asked me out turned out to be either insane or loaded with psychological issues. The last one even took enough pills to be called a full-course meal.
But all in all, this guy wins the prize. He's the most infuriating, annoying and maddening one I've ever had the misfortune to spend way too much time with.
And I have to meet him tomorrow too. T.T
Friday, November 09, 2007
Wow... Friday...
Who woulda thunk it would come. Not me, that's for certain. Also, I had to write that stupid test for work. Got 100%. The bastards called me to stand up and bask in the glares of all who didn't.
Ok, joking, they were clapping, but it was even worse. It's just sickening. It had a "you others are so stupid, you should have written a 100% test too" feeling to it.
Actually, I seriously dunno why they still want us to remain in this team building madness. We don't even belong to the same department, for gods' sake! We speak different languages besides Hungarian, and there is also the Russian girl... Ok, never mind her, she's just strange. You know... I like her better because of it.
They also lied to my face, and even when I told them I know it was bull, they stood by it. I hoped to get reprimanded or get fired, but alas, no such luck. I was told "that's it, deal with it".
What I did was as follows: turned my back on them, got antisocial with a little group of same-minded antisocials and took turns to tell each other jokes and refused to talk to the others, because... we were breaking the system.
Fave joke of the day: In what way are having sex in a boat and alcohol-free beer alike? The answer: they are both f*cking close to water. (This joke actually made my day and lifted my spirits quite a bit. I'm easily amused, so sue me.)
Also, now I have 22 mushrooms, 15 dragonflies, 8 frogs, about 6 copies of the matrix twins, countless fallen leaves, hundreds of comic strips and a handful of haikus adorning the pages of my notebook. I'm running out of mushroom types I know, so I'll look some new ones up.
...I drew a huge flying saucer race as well. The fallen spoon is the runner up.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Rock Bottom
Today, I was coming home when I started hysterically sobbing while standing in the bus stop. Which is a first for me. It also came out of the blue. Well... mostly. I was thinking about what to do: reading a book, getting something to eat, getting some net-time or going to sleep. I only have one choice, since I'll have to wake up early to get to the team horror in time.
I scared a little old lady half to death, but I quickly told her it was "nothing serious" and that I was just tired and sad. Bless her poor heart.
I'd like to think today could be considered hitting rock bottom. Both of my parents are begging (ok, urging) me to tell the bloody jerks off (my mother) and leave the company asap (my dad).The day was long, our few minutes of break nonexistent, as in group hugs and complimenting each other is much more important than a toilet break, getting a coffee or getting a breath of fresh air.
I was very close to just standing up, walking out and never coming back. I also have to thank the designers for those windows because I was contemplating jumping out... But of course I couldn't. (Which is a good thing, because I'd have died of shame again... come on, it's so cliché and weak...)
Seriously, this is quite enough abuse I have taken. They treat us like animals. If it happened in India, I'd say yes, they are bastards, and sadly it happens. But I thought we belong to Europe, and it was illegal to work someone near to death. Also, there are rules about certain types of work and breaktime... Seems like they are not privy to it. (Hmmm, perhaps I should report them...)
Anyway. Plan is to either work until I get the sum of money for the table I fancied since I saw it (about 2 weeks worth of my future salary), or until I can not bear to go in anymore. Either way, my folks are miraculously standing behind me. (That's a first!) So, I want that table, because then I could say it was worth it, or at least I got something real nice out of it.
I scared a little old lady half to death, but I quickly told her it was "nothing serious" and that I was just tired and sad. Bless her poor heart.
I'd like to think today could be considered hitting rock bottom. Both of my parents are begging (ok, urging) me to tell the bloody jerks off (my mother) and leave the company asap (my dad).The day was long, our few minutes of break nonexistent, as in group hugs and complimenting each other is much more important than a toilet break, getting a coffee or getting a breath of fresh air.
I was very close to just standing up, walking out and never coming back. I also have to thank the designers for those windows because I was contemplating jumping out... But of course I couldn't. (Which is a good thing, because I'd have died of shame again... come on, it's so cliché and weak...)
Seriously, this is quite enough abuse I have taken. They treat us like animals. If it happened in India, I'd say yes, they are bastards, and sadly it happens. But I thought we belong to Europe, and it was illegal to work someone near to death. Also, there are rules about certain types of work and breaktime... Seems like they are not privy to it. (Hmmm, perhaps I should report them...)
Anyway. Plan is to either work until I get the sum of money for the table I fancied since I saw it (about 2 weeks worth of my future salary), or until I can not bear to go in anymore. Either way, my folks are miraculously standing behind me. (That's a first!) So, I want that table, because then I could say it was worth it, or at least I got something real nice out of it.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I see the walking dead
What the title said. Since I started working for a multinational company, I'm utterly zombified. They think it's a good idea to stick a bunch of people into a room and not letting them out only for break (if we get a break) and of course sleep for 3 weeks. They call it team building. Every sane person calls that torture.
Of course, they also forgot that we are not Americans. Hungarian people are more temperamental, cling on to their personality like mad and refuse to give in.
Also, locking us into a room for a long period of time means half the team shall leave in body bags. Hungarians are NOT team players. We can try to be, but we need space and time away from each other. (Which actually kills the team idea.) Only someone utterly mad could think all types of people are good for this team building crap. ('scuse my Klatchian.)
Truth be told, I'm only in for the money (as I'd prefer to leave the nest and get out of the family home asap), and to observe who the first dead body will be. (My bet is on our "natural healer", and the weapon involved in the murder shall be an axe if I manage to buy one in time. If not, the next time he says something he obviously saw on a Chinese fortune cookie, I'm going to throttle the little snot.)
Have I mentioned that I hate to be humiliated and called names? If not, I shall do it now. Those bastards are doing it... What they are doing is similar to holding out a dozen of coins, showing them to homeless people and trying out how far you can go in humiliating them before they say it's not worth it, and leave.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
The Flipside
So... I'm done with the hysterical sobbing, long hot bath and hair washing... I can say I feel at least remotely human again.
The job sucks. The training sucks more.
I landed in a training team session, which will last for 3 bloody weeks, where I won't be taught ANYTHING even close to the things I'll need at work. (Since my group doesn't do what others are doing.)
Actually, I was told I'd be doing IT help desk stuff. That's a load of bull. Then I got told I'll be answering e-mails. That's also bull, and a big one. The real job will be getting e-mails full of data which I'll have to copy into slots, with a program that does stuff like that, and send them away.
It's like the Cinderella job. They throw everything at us and we select these things into separate groups and send them on their way.
But that's not all. We will have to do follow-up, poke the tech guys to do their jobs, arrange things, bug technicians again, do some more follow up like asking if the tech guys did show up and worked their magic or not... if not, rinse and repeat. Oh, and get yelled at.
The breaks are as follows: 4x10 minutes and 1x45 mins for 8 hours. While I have to look at the computer. Rules say I should be allowed 10 mins after every hour, but oh hey, who cares. We are slaves of a multinational bull. Yeehaaa!
Have I mentioned it's an American company? Have I mentioned... Texas? If not, pardon me dahling, I must have had a raw, bloody cow in me mouth... *whimper*
Oh, and I met my future coworkers today. One of them looks like a drunkard, who chain smokes, forced us trainees to smoke with her (Hello, I have asthma!) and she told us she comes in 2 hours earlier and leaves as the last. Huzzah. (Incidentally, you won't get paid if you work overtime.)
The other guy we met and talked with had chewed on looking pullover, baggy clothes... I mean he was... thin, had an insane glint in his eyes, talked way too much with lotsa gestures and had a strange fascination with his fallen-out hairs... he also tore them into little bits. Nice hobby, innit?
Oh, and a few words about the guys (2) who are with me in the training.
One of them is a philosopher. He looks like my ex. Tall, blond, ruggedly handsome, baby-blues... he's a tad bit thinner... Also, he dresses nicely. He's very intelligent too, kind of a loner.
I thought he was really hot. Then he giggled. He came up with some insane idea as dressing up like a mummy on "casual Fridays" and started giggling. I shit you not. He friggin giggled... loudly and long. He did it a few times... he turned us way off.
Other guy... He walked in on the first day, and I fell in love with him. He looked like the hottest guy ever. Long dark hair, hooked nose, deep blue eyes, tall, body like a god (not Buddha), pale white skin... He also has a band and is the singer...
And then he talked and he sounded like one of my worst personal nightmares. He is a natural therapist (or whatshisname), has worked with "magick", actually does not know what wiccans are but he is one, hugs trees for a hobby, is a slobbery romantic idiot and lives with his mother. Also a blazing idiot. He only eats health food - or so he says -,but had absolutely no trouble eating junk food with us on the first day. Add hypocrite to the growing list.
Oh, and they also got me, a certifiable insane madwoman who dabbles in the occult, act like a maniac and has issues. Also do not forget the hysterics and the antisocial problems of mine. Sounds like a team. Not.
Oh Gods, whoever is listening, please save me, and I shall worship you. (I'm not killing people tho', just to be clear about it.)
The job sucks. The training sucks more.
I landed in a training team session, which will last for 3 bloody weeks, where I won't be taught ANYTHING even close to the things I'll need at work. (Since my group doesn't do what others are doing.)
Actually, I was told I'd be doing IT help desk stuff. That's a load of bull. Then I got told I'll be answering e-mails. That's also bull, and a big one. The real job will be getting e-mails full of data which I'll have to copy into slots, with a program that does stuff like that, and send them away.
It's like the Cinderella job. They throw everything at us and we select these things into separate groups and send them on their way.
But that's not all. We will have to do follow-up, poke the tech guys to do their jobs, arrange things, bug technicians again, do some more follow up like asking if the tech guys did show up and worked their magic or not... if not, rinse and repeat. Oh, and get yelled at.
The breaks are as follows: 4x10 minutes and 1x45 mins for 8 hours. While I have to look at the computer. Rules say I should be allowed 10 mins after every hour, but oh hey, who cares. We are slaves of a multinational bull. Yeehaaa!
Have I mentioned it's an American company? Have I mentioned... Texas? If not, pardon me dahling, I must have had a raw, bloody cow in me mouth... *whimper*
Oh, and I met my future coworkers today. One of them looks like a drunkard, who chain smokes, forced us trainees to smoke with her (Hello, I have asthma!) and she told us she comes in 2 hours earlier and leaves as the last. Huzzah. (Incidentally, you won't get paid if you work overtime.)
The other guy we met and talked with had chewed on looking pullover, baggy clothes... I mean he was... thin, had an insane glint in his eyes, talked way too much with lotsa gestures and had a strange fascination with his fallen-out hairs... he also tore them into little bits. Nice hobby, innit?
Oh, and a few words about the guys (2) who are with me in the training.
One of them is a philosopher. He looks like my ex. Tall, blond, ruggedly handsome, baby-blues... he's a tad bit thinner... Also, he dresses nicely. He's very intelligent too, kind of a loner.
I thought he was really hot. Then he giggled. He came up with some insane idea as dressing up like a mummy on "casual Fridays" and started giggling. I shit you not. He friggin giggled... loudly and long. He did it a few times... he turned us way off.
Other guy... He walked in on the first day, and I fell in love with him. He looked like the hottest guy ever. Long dark hair, hooked nose, deep blue eyes, tall, body like a god (not Buddha), pale white skin... He also has a band and is the singer...
And then he talked and he sounded like one of my worst personal nightmares. He is a natural therapist (or whatshisname), has worked with "magick", actually does not know what wiccans are but he is one, hugs trees for a hobby, is a slobbery romantic idiot and lives with his mother. Also a blazing idiot. He only eats health food - or so he says -,but had absolutely no trouble eating junk food with us on the first day. Add hypocrite to the growing list.
Oh, and they also got me, a certifiable insane madwoman who dabbles in the occult, act like a maniac and has issues. Also do not forget the hysterics and the antisocial problems of mine. Sounds like a team. Not.
Oh Gods, whoever is listening, please save me, and I shall worship you. (I'm not killing people tho', just to be clear about it.)
Friday, November 02, 2007
Death by Cosplay
I got linked a few "cosplay" images. (Costume play, for those ignorant people who have not delved into the insanity of anime-maniacs. It means dressing up as some character. *shudder*)
And you know what? I'd make it punishable by law for females to dress up as males and vice versa. Seriously, it's just plain disturbing.
It's kinda iffy looking at guys in open shirts and see boobies sticking out. (I'd also get it punishable by law to post them on the net and anyone who saves them should be shot to death in the middle of the undecent act that follows it up. I think I have too many perverted friends.)
You know... the whole dressing up thing should be punishable by law save for halloween and the carnival season. It'd save much money and sanity.
And you know what? I'd make it punishable by law for females to dress up as males and vice versa. Seriously, it's just plain disturbing.
It's kinda iffy looking at guys in open shirts and see boobies sticking out. (I'd also get it punishable by law to post them on the net and anyone who saves them should be shot to death in the middle of the undecent act that follows it up. I think I have too many perverted friends.)
You know... the whole dressing up thing should be punishable by law save for halloween and the carnival season. It'd save much money and sanity.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Seems like I got the job. Thanks for all who had their fingers crossed for me.
The job: I'll have to work from the afternoon to late in the evening.
The pay sounds great, the work hours (so far) acceptable, but not preferable.
Drawback: I'll have t woprk on national holidays that are not holidays in the USA. The company is very much into the USA. Oh well. I'll have to really hold my tongue.
Only question is: when exactly will I work. If they want me to stay so long that I'll miss my last bus (they actually said I'll end my shift around 22:00, last bus leaves at 23:15, so I'd get there in time) I'll start to have issues. And I can have issues rather loudly.
Anyway, we shall see, and let's hope for the best.
Also, let's hope there will be no hidden bad side to this work.
The job: I'll have to work from the afternoon to late in the evening.
The pay sounds great, the work hours (so far) acceptable, but not preferable.
Drawback: I'll have t woprk on national holidays that are not holidays in the USA. The company is very much into the USA. Oh well. I'll have to really hold my tongue.
Only question is: when exactly will I work. If they want me to stay so long that I'll miss my last bus (they actually said I'll end my shift around 22:00, last bus leaves at 23:15, so I'd get there in time) I'll start to have issues. And I can have issues rather loudly.
Anyway, we shall see, and let's hope for the best.
Also, let's hope there will be no hidden bad side to this work.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
What a shocker...
Picture taken from here.
Persoanlly, I think Rowling wants to shake up people more. It could be for more money or more fuss about her person, which would be completely believable... She could be doing this for all the reasons...
Also, this proves that she has been reading too many fanfictions. I mean when I got my hands on book 5 I knew she was into them. She started to sound like them. I bet she's a total "slash/yaoi fangirl".
Still... All those clothes, the "my dear boy" comments and... come on, he took Snape in without a big fuss. Yeah, Dumbledore was so gay. We all knew it. (Or many of us.)
Not like it matters that he is...
Well, actually it does for me. I like him a bit better now. Reason being he made mistakes thanks to being infatuated with an asshole. At least he wasn't just a power-hungry, blind idiot (for all the good he intended to do and fucked up royally).
I quite disliked him from book 3 and up. He was just someone who sat behind his chess board and pushed people to and fro - and felt satisfied about it. I hate people like that. Men who think they are gods are the most dangerous ones all around. Dumbledore steered Harry like some cattle and treated him like some sacrificial lamb.
Now I'm not saying it was altogether wrong. It was the best way to get the job done. But never caring about the feelings of people is not something a "nice old grandpa" image fits. So... he got away with much, and I am sure it was better off for him to die. I actually feel satisfied he did. (Yup, still know it is a book and my life certainly does not revolve around it. Still, I kinda liked the story until the famous interview and the last book when I knew for certain that Rowling was a less-than-adequate writer. But oh well. At least the old bastard bit the dust.)
Oh and... I really think Black should have been outed too. I mean leather pants and camping out with his male friend? Now I never once saw Brokeback mountain (Intending to, but alas I was a poor student up till now and it'll be on tv soon enough...), just heard the reviews and... well, I don't wanna give anybody any more ideas but that sounds a tad bit suspicious. Black, besides being in Azkaban should have had a few girlfriends here and there, but all he had was his other three friends and a very serious friendship with Potter Sr. Makes you wonder, eh?
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The 23rd...
Well, I won't talk about what happened to me on the 23rd of October for various reasons...
Let's just say I'm really getting bored of this.
In 1956 it was a freedom fight (That ended horribly and quite bloodily. Thanks to the Russians, may those trigger happy bastards rot in hell. I meant the actual ones who pulled the triggers and gave the orders, not the ones who are alive and have nothing to do with all those horrible things in the past.) This year it is not a sodding freedom fight but a weekend activity for idiots who know only how to cause a riot and damage public property. Which will be rebuilt by taxing our wages. They don't work so they don't have to pay. The bastards.
And about the government and politicians... they deserve to be target practice. Arrows, bullets, daggers, you name it, they deserve it. What they do to the country is worth a few years in prison. They are worthless megalomaniac, money-hungry assholes... well, after all they are politicians. And as we all know, politician is the synonym of money-hungry asshole.
I wish we could get one party that's just a bit less corrupt than the others. No such luck so far. I'd even welcome terrorist activity that'd blow up all our practicing politicians. We might choose better ones the second time around. (Ha! I wish!)
So... that's about my musings. I might tell the story later.
Let's just say I'm really getting bored of this.
In 1956 it was a freedom fight (That ended horribly and quite bloodily. Thanks to the Russians, may those trigger happy bastards rot in hell. I meant the actual ones who pulled the triggers and gave the orders, not the ones who are alive and have nothing to do with all those horrible things in the past.) This year it is not a sodding freedom fight but a weekend activity for idiots who know only how to cause a riot and damage public property. Which will be rebuilt by taxing our wages. They don't work so they don't have to pay. The bastards.
And about the government and politicians... they deserve to be target practice. Arrows, bullets, daggers, you name it, they deserve it. What they do to the country is worth a few years in prison. They are worthless megalomaniac, money-hungry assholes... well, after all they are politicians. And as we all know, politician is the synonym of money-hungry asshole.
I wish we could get one party that's just a bit less corrupt than the others. No such luck so far. I'd even welcome terrorist activity that'd blow up all our practicing politicians. We might choose better ones the second time around. (Ha! I wish!)
So... that's about my musings. I might tell the story later.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
The Concert
It was awesome. (Of course it was, it was Dimmu!)
I skipped the first group, arrived on Amon Amarth playing, fought my way into the room and listened in. At the last song I messaged my friend that I actually arrived, and then we met up.
Her male friend I haven't seen for a while now, I believe I saw him last on the last Dimmu concert, when he was with that horrible friend of his.
(Long story short: I couldn't ditch that guy. I said I was going to the little girls' room, and he came with me and stood in front of the bloody door so he won't loose me. I was quite distraught, because I wanted to catch a nice, long haired guy at the concert, and the loser always clambered around me... and fought off the guys who as much as touched me during the concert. And you know how it is in a death metal concert... Still, it was kinda funny seeing the other people look at him funny when he wanted to fight back.)
So, Kriszta's friend did not bring his horrible little friend, thank the heavens. (Any heaven, your pick. I do have my own ideas too, so don't worry.) Still, we all powdered our noses, drank some stuff: beer and cola. (I had the cola, thanks to the usual medication I take. I can't drink much alcohol.) And then we went back into the concert room.
It wasn't too empty. We had to fight our way in, and as soon as it started we fought further along still. Seen as I'm 160 cm tall with high heels or a stool to stand on, it was quite difficult for me to see. Luckily people were fairly short and we were close enough to the stage so I could see most of the time. And it was awesome.
And they played Spellbound too. I was so happy.
Anyway, we were fairly close to the stage, so sometimes a push came and took me nearly off my feet - which isn't so easy. However, people seemed more grown up and shouted down the idiot who started the whole thing - most of the time.
We weren't so lucky tho, there was a total idiot behind us who screamed every word they sang and seemed like he had his own little kung-fu show going on. I put out my elbow, because I was bored of him pushing up against me a few times. (I'm allergic to idiots, they make my skin crawl.) I was lucky for a while, because the people and lines moved, so Kriszta got this blazing idiot behind her, and I got my personal ventilating system in the body of a huge guy with a leather jacket, long brown hair and a red beard. (He was hot too.) I bet his neck hurts more than mine does. I was hot anyway, so the cool air was very welcome. Just not the hair whipping in my face a few times, but he was hot, so he's much pardoned.
I wonder if he's up for takeout in the summer. ^^
Anyway, a few songs before the end came another blazing idiot, who stood behind me, and while Kriszta did her own personal kick-and-hurt thing to drive the other idiot away, this one was making me want to pull his backbone out and whip him with it. Sadly, the elbow trick does not work so much anymore. He is still alive, and prolly had a few blue and purple spots on his body. He did not budge, tho. (By the way, the bloody idiot grabbed my ass! The only thing that saved his life was that I was dragged away by Kriszta, and I wanted to get my coat before the rush. Otherwise he'd be singing in soprano.)
Still, I enjoyed the concert very much. However, I had reason to mourn too. Mustis (synth) turned into some goth-pimp by the looks of him. He looked like Lurch with long hair and in some medieval-pimp clothes. I bet all the goth girls fell for him. He made me retch. And I liked him best.
He still has that pretty hand of his, tho. I mean you've never seen a big hand if you've never met him. He has a huge hand. And I really mean huge. Long fingers, long and big hand. It's not apparent until he starts hitting some keys absent-mindedly, and his hands show. It made me think of Lasher the first time I saw it.
Still, now he looks like some poster boy for a goth girl magazine. Eeeks. I thought they were a death (ok, melodic) metal band. I hope he hits his head again, because this is just... disgusting.
And still, the concert was great. Great sound, lotsa pretty guys, fun to listen, horrible coke, too much smoke. I had to use my inhaler when I came home. I also used up my quota of the day before the concert, because I didn't want to faint in the middle. Wish they would ban smoking inside the building. Come to think of it, they should have. (Maybe I should write a nice letter...)
Oh, and my neck hurts less today. Course it's not much better, but It will. Slowly. Ouch.
Oh, totally forgot. At the end when I got my coat back some guys started pushing me... I pushed back. At least two guys flew backwards. Hehe. I am sooooo strong. ^^
I skipped the first group, arrived on Amon Amarth playing, fought my way into the room and listened in. At the last song I messaged my friend that I actually arrived, and then we met up.
Her male friend I haven't seen for a while now, I believe I saw him last on the last Dimmu concert, when he was with that horrible friend of his.
(Long story short: I couldn't ditch that guy. I said I was going to the little girls' room, and he came with me and stood in front of the bloody door so he won't loose me. I was quite distraught, because I wanted to catch a nice, long haired guy at the concert, and the loser always clambered around me... and fought off the guys who as much as touched me during the concert. And you know how it is in a death metal concert... Still, it was kinda funny seeing the other people look at him funny when he wanted to fight back.)
So, Kriszta's friend did not bring his horrible little friend, thank the heavens. (Any heaven, your pick. I do have my own ideas too, so don't worry.) Still, we all powdered our noses, drank some stuff: beer and cola. (I had the cola, thanks to the usual medication I take. I can't drink much alcohol.) And then we went back into the concert room.
It wasn't too empty. We had to fight our way in, and as soon as it started we fought further along still. Seen as I'm 160 cm tall with high heels or a stool to stand on, it was quite difficult for me to see. Luckily people were fairly short and we were close enough to the stage so I could see most of the time. And it was awesome.
And they played Spellbound too. I was so happy.
Anyway, we were fairly close to the stage, so sometimes a push came and took me nearly off my feet - which isn't so easy. However, people seemed more grown up and shouted down the idiot who started the whole thing - most of the time.
We weren't so lucky tho, there was a total idiot behind us who screamed every word they sang and seemed like he had his own little kung-fu show going on. I put out my elbow, because I was bored of him pushing up against me a few times. (I'm allergic to idiots, they make my skin crawl.) I was lucky for a while, because the people and lines moved, so Kriszta got this blazing idiot behind her, and I got my personal ventilating system in the body of a huge guy with a leather jacket, long brown hair and a red beard. (He was hot too.) I bet his neck hurts more than mine does. I was hot anyway, so the cool air was very welcome. Just not the hair whipping in my face a few times, but he was hot, so he's much pardoned.
I wonder if he's up for takeout in the summer. ^^
Anyway, a few songs before the end came another blazing idiot, who stood behind me, and while Kriszta did her own personal kick-and-hurt thing to drive the other idiot away, this one was making me want to pull his backbone out and whip him with it. Sadly, the elbow trick does not work so much anymore. He is still alive, and prolly had a few blue and purple spots on his body. He did not budge, tho. (By the way, the bloody idiot grabbed my ass! The only thing that saved his life was that I was dragged away by Kriszta, and I wanted to get my coat before the rush. Otherwise he'd be singing in soprano.)
Still, I enjoyed the concert very much. However, I had reason to mourn too. Mustis (synth) turned into some goth-pimp by the looks of him. He looked like Lurch with long hair and in some medieval-pimp clothes. I bet all the goth girls fell for him. He made me retch. And I liked him best.
He still has that pretty hand of his, tho. I mean you've never seen a big hand if you've never met him. He has a huge hand. And I really mean huge. Long fingers, long and big hand. It's not apparent until he starts hitting some keys absent-mindedly, and his hands show. It made me think of Lasher the first time I saw it.
Still, now he looks like some poster boy for a goth girl magazine. Eeeks. I thought they were a death (ok, melodic) metal band. I hope he hits his head again, because this is just... disgusting.
And still, the concert was great. Great sound, lotsa pretty guys, fun to listen, horrible coke, too much smoke. I had to use my inhaler when I came home. I also used up my quota of the day before the concert, because I didn't want to faint in the middle. Wish they would ban smoking inside the building. Come to think of it, they should have. (Maybe I should write a nice letter...)
Oh, and my neck hurts less today. Course it's not much better, but It will. Slowly. Ouch.
Oh, totally forgot. At the end when I got my coat back some guys started pushing me... I pushed back. At least two guys flew backwards. Hehe. I am sooooo strong. ^^
Friday, October 19, 2007
Ain't he hot?
I must admit, I always had a soft spot for the Mad Hatter. (Male, female or undecided. For further details see for example Angel Sanctuary.)(Picture drawn by Bri-chan.)
Oh and by the way... Headbanging is a bad idea. My neck hurts like a female dog.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Getting ready for Dimmu
For anybody who does not know (if I have never mentioned it before) I'm gonna go to the Dimmu concert today.
Been trying on clothes for a while now, since black feels boring now. I mean I'm not the little 16 year old rabid goth who loses herself in black nail polish, lace and silk.
...I actually planned to go in blue jeans, my Docs and a Dimmu T-shirt.
But thought better of it because of peer pressure. So now here I sit in a black-bluish corset (a lacey blouse underneath), and a frilly (black, frilly on bottom) skirt. And half my chest area and my neck is freezing.
Wish I could just go in a jeans-T-shirt getup, because now I have to hunt for a piece of silk to cover it all. (I don't think I own anything big in silk that would cover my cleavage too.)
Still, the cleavage is modest, don't you think so?
Been trying on clothes for a while now, since black feels boring now. I mean I'm not the little 16 year old rabid goth who loses herself in black nail polish, lace and silk.
...I actually planned to go in blue jeans, my Docs and a Dimmu T-shirt.
But thought better of it because of peer pressure. So now here I sit in a black-bluish corset (a lacey blouse underneath), and a frilly (black, frilly on bottom) skirt. And half my chest area and my neck is freezing.
Wish I could just go in a jeans-T-shirt getup, because now I have to hunt for a piece of silk to cover it all. (I don't think I own anything big in silk that would cover my cleavage too.)
Still, the cleavage is modest, don't you think so?
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Torture of the century: Job Searching
Well, still no news from the dream jobs I found and applied for. I'm starting to worry. Some of them really sounded like a good catch. Too good to be true, I guess.
And I seriously don't wanna teach. It gives me the creeps. I didn't learn English from a teacher, I have no knowledge about tenses and whatever other grammar thingies English has. I just know how to speak, translate and that's it.
Not to mention that I *hate* to teach. It's like you are forcefully pushed in front of many people watching your every move. It's creepy.
What I want is A: marrying some old billionaire; B: getting a nice quiet job translating; or C: getting an IT help desk job.
I never felt comfortable being observed by people. No, if you need someone who loves to be watched, I can offer my friend. She loves to be seen and looked at. Me, I just wanna meld into the background and enjoy my life.
That reminds me... I need a job before I even think about dating. I'm not going to date a guy before I get myself a nice job. I'm too stressed out as I am, waiting for people to call me back. I'd be spitting back and throwing up body parts if someone tried to date me. (Wait, I do that in normal circumstances too... Oops. Oh well.)
You know... this is the best torture ever, invented by the 21st century. Yay for job searching.
And I seriously don't wanna teach. It gives me the creeps. I didn't learn English from a teacher, I have no knowledge about tenses and whatever other grammar thingies English has. I just know how to speak, translate and that's it.
Not to mention that I *hate* to teach. It's like you are forcefully pushed in front of many people watching your every move. It's creepy.
What I want is A: marrying some old billionaire; B: getting a nice quiet job translating; or C: getting an IT help desk job.
I never felt comfortable being observed by people. No, if you need someone who loves to be watched, I can offer my friend. She loves to be seen and looked at. Me, I just wanna meld into the background and enjoy my life.
That reminds me... I need a job before I even think about dating. I'm not going to date a guy before I get myself a nice job. I'm too stressed out as I am, waiting for people to call me back. I'd be spitting back and throwing up body parts if someone tried to date me. (Wait, I do that in normal circumstances too... Oops. Oh well.)
You know... this is the best torture ever, invented by the 21st century. Yay for job searching.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Recycled hairbands... ever wonder what they're made of?
Was browsing the net today and found this. It makes me queasy, to tell you the truth.
Monday, October 01, 2007
America, Country of Freedom
Watch this and get as morally outraged as I am.
I hope those policemen and women will be sentenced to some downtime in prison.
Thing is, it won't solve anything. Sadly.
America is as rotten as an overripe apple fallen off a tree to humid soil. Always makes me wish I were in power, but then many Americans would be sentenced to prison, put to charity work and some killed off. (Sometimes I just wish I had a button to push to launch an atomic bomb. Nothing much would be lost. Course I would have to mail Mr Gaiman to get out of there first, asap.)
Come to think of it, not just Americans, but most of them would be.
They are full of shit and proud of it.
Just look at what they did to that guy.
I hope those policemen and women will be sentenced to some downtime in prison.
Thing is, it won't solve anything. Sadly.
America is as rotten as an overripe apple fallen off a tree to humid soil. Always makes me wish I were in power, but then many Americans would be sentenced to prison, put to charity work and some killed off. (Sometimes I just wish I had a button to push to launch an atomic bomb. Nothing much would be lost. Course I would have to mail Mr Gaiman to get out of there first, asap.)
Come to think of it, not just Americans, but most of them would be.
They are full of shit and proud of it.
Just look at what they did to that guy.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Best idea ever
"Anyone heard saying something along the lines of “America is the best country ever” will be handed a copy of World History.
Second time offenders will be forced to stand in the middle of a room, surrounded by 100 Europeans, Australians and Japanese hired to point, laugh and eventually beat them senseless.
Third time offenders will be clubbed to death. No exceptions."
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."
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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