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[Nov. 19th, 2009|08:56 pm] |
My roommate is a fucking idiot.
She's at least two hours late for everything. It's ridiculous.
She doesn't apologize, just laughs and says "Well, I'm a GIRL, you know. I had to take a shower, do my nails, pluck my eyebrows excruciatingly slowly, read my email, and talk vapidly on MSN for an hour before I even thought about getting my ass out the door. Hehe."
God, I hate people who are always late.
It's my second biggest pet peeve, after people who always renounce plans at the very last minute.
Oh yes. And I'm in a bad mood. If you don't like it... well, too bad.
*stamps off to listen to dreary, funereal metal* |
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| Writer's Block: Book review |
[Nov. 19th, 2009|07:25 am] |
I love all the people who gave Twilight as an answer. *has renewed faith in humanity* |
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| Writer's Block: Play it again, Sam |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|01:24 pm] |
My tastes change all the time and there are only a few CDs that I'm able to listen to all the way through without skipping any songs. Those CDs are: Greatest Love Songs vol. 666 (HIM), White Pony (Deftones), Infinity on High (Fall Out Boy), Clear Hearts Grey Flowers (Jack Off Jill), Watershed (Opeth), Commencement, Phantasmagore (both by Deadsy), The Fame (Lady Gaga). And probably some others I can't think of now.
Despite being a big Korn fan... there are quite a few of their songs I just don't like. o_O Same with NIN.
So... if I had to choose NOW, I'd probably pick Fall Out Boy. Their music always puts me in a good mood.
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
On the bus ride to Budapest an old lady sat down next to me and started talking. She didn't stop until I got off the bus, almost two hours later. Ughhh, right?
Normally I hate people who have an obsession with talking to strangers about every little thing that crosses their minds, but this lady was undoubtably one of the coolest old ladies I've ever met. She must have been in her mid- to late 70's; she was going to visit her sister whose husband was in the hospital. She'd brought flowers in a bag.
The lady told me she had worked in a sanatorium for 30 years, starting in 1957. She talked also about having had an affair with one of the doctors in the sanatorium (??... isn't it odd how people seem so comfortable with telling strangers such personal things? I think I keep an LJ for the same reason, whatever that may be...). She talked about treating patients with tuberculosis. And watching babies die.
What a cool old lady.
Then she asked me why I was going to Budapest. I said I was in college, etc. She asked if I had a "lovag" (a knight) waiting for me. I had to laugh at the way she phrased that question, it was so sweet and touching.
No, I said I didn't. My ex-boyfriend recently threw away our relationship of two years for a brainless blonde plastic party chick in pink leopard print pants he met one night in Vertigo.
And the lady was like "What a horrible, stupid man!"
I laughed.
She said I'll find Him soon. I shrugged.
I will miss that old lady.
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|03:21 pm] |
Had to clean the bathroom and kitchen this morning because my roommate conveniently disappeared. It went well, except I accidentally flushed the sponge down the toilet (don't ask). I really hope it doesn't cause any clogs down there...
Anyway, I'm spending the weekend with my mom. Downstairs there is a whole pile of late birthday presents for me that my relatives gave to my mom while I was in Budapest. All these gifts SUCK.
I don't want to say bad things about my relatives, but it's a fact that they are extremely cheap, especially my aunts and oldest cousins. My aunt Ili, for example, always gives me unwanted rubbish. Over the years I've received awful old lady underwear, a couple of garish XXL sweaters, a red vinyl bag with the Nestle logo on it (no doubt gotten from a promotional event of some kind), houseplants, and a box full of those mini bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and soap that you get for free in hotels. When somebody's birthday or a significant event is coming up that warrants presents my aunt very rarely spends money. She just goes around the house, searching the cupboards and closets for random stuff to give away. I've seen her doing it more than once and she doesn't see anything wrong with it at all. She's old, that's the way she thinks. What can you do.
My cousin Gellért got me a box of chocolates. The box must have been 10 years old because the chocolates were practically mummified and had possibly been through a nuclear explosion. I tasted one... and it was like dust. I could so see Gellért pacing about in his kitchen, thinking "Oh, Melinda-or-whoever's birthday is coming up... I gotta get her something quickly. Hmm... this box of chocolates in the back of the pantry looks good. All I need to do is scrape off ten years' worth of cobwebs, and add a bow. Perfect."
Then -- Aliz gave me flowers and a picture of her 4-year-old son. Erm. Yeah, thanks...
I got another houseplant from Norbi. It is a lovely addition to the jungle downstairs... but seriously, I don't mind plants because it's so cute when Huba prowls around the ferns and hunts his toy mice. Maybe he likes to pretend he's a fluffy jungle cat.
Gabi gave me nothing because she just had a baby and that is all she cares about nowadays.
Tilda and Elli were actually awesome and baked some kick-ass sweets. But my mom ate them before I got home.
The rest of the family either sent cards or nothing.
I am so loved. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|07:48 pm] |
My roommate sure didn't waste any time finding herself a new boyfriend. Every single night she's been hanging out with this guy she's known for only about a week. Which... I don't really give a damn about. She could spend every night performing satanic rituals in the cemetery and I wouldn't care.
But it would be nice if she didn't sneak away right when it is her turn to clean the kitchen and bathroom. Now I have to do both. And she leaves her used tissues and empty cola bottles on the floor all the time. She spends hours in the bathroom and her ex-boyfriend still calls her in the middle of the night, begging for forgiveness.
What a poor schmuck. Doesn't know he's yesterday's news.
Aside from that, my mom just called and told me about how she'd almost had her purse stolen by a couple of gypsies. XD She was in the parking lot of a Lidl, walking towards her car when some guy came up to her and asked her for directions to an Obi (funny thing is -- there aren't any of those in Győr). While my mom was distracted, a second guy came up from behind and swiped her purse.
My mom started shouting angrily at the two assholes and she called the police on her cell (lucky she keeps that in her coat pocket all the time). The men got scared and threw her purse down and ran away. o.o |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:44 pm] |
Next week I'm going back to Celtic Moon becaus Kori wants to take pictures of the rose tattoos now that they are healed. They came out perfectly; I'm so thrilled.
A friend called and mentioned Geri... and talk of him felt like a hit deep in the chest. I'm still not over it, sorry to say. Do I miss him? NO. Fuck no. Thinking about him makes me want to listen to oldschool Korn till I pass out. I am so angry with him and that will never go away.
The worst part of him being gone, I guess, is the shock to my self-esteem, and I feel lonely a lot because I have nobody to hang out with. Meh.
These are the days I wear all black and eat chocolate while hoping for something better tomorrow. |
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| I won the costume competition LOLZ |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|06:19 pm] |
I had a lot of fun yesterday at the Halloween party at Moonlight Meido. The food there is excellent; I tasted the sushi and I've been craving it ever since. I immediately searched for all the other sushi places in Budapest... what a shame they are expensive. :(
Anyway, I was one of the 3 winners in the costume competition. I got a gift bag full of things... candy, some exotic tea, and a really pretty, decorative glass.
It was also fun walking around in public in my costume. The older people don't seem to understand Halloween and I noticed a lot of weird looks by old ladies on the tram. Most of them stared at me grimly, but one of them smiled and nodded. Lol!
I fucking love Halloween.
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| Writer's Block: Who will you be? |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|04:47 pm] |
I'm going to be a zombie for a Halloween party tomorrow. :) I bought cheap-ass clothes at a turkáló (second-hand clothes shop) and I'm going to cut and rip them up, smear some dirt on them, and then add bloody handprints and stuff. The blood isn't going to be real, obviously.
A friend is going to help me with my makeup. She's also going to add some fake wounds and cuts to make everything look more realistic.
I'm so excited!
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[Oct. 24th, 2009|12:02 pm] |
So... here's the picture. Obviously the tattoo hasn't healed yet. It'll look super in a couple of weeks. :)
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[Oct. 23rd, 2009|09:34 pm] |
Unfortunately I wasn't able to visit the budavári labirintus with my friends for my birthday. One of them has this terrible habit of renouncing things at the last minute. She'll make plans with you to do something and right when you are ready to go, she calls and makes an incredibly lame excuse like "sorry, can't go because my stomach hurts" or "I have to study." Drives me nuts.
My roommate Dominika was to go with this friend to a dance yesterday evening, but she got a call literally 30 minutes before she was supposed to leave.... and yep, once again, this girl had changed her mind. Why do certain people have such difficulty sticking to their own plans?!
Dominika has been sad this week because she split with her bf of two years on the weekend. Yay... now she can join me in my loneliness. But seriously, I feel bad. We should do something cool together.
Anyway, I got my tattoos on Wednesday and they are so pretty, I'll take pictures later. It is late now. I had a lot of fun on Wednesday hanging out at Celtic Moon, those guys are my friends. They're all so intelligent, proudly politically incorrect, carefree and crazy and free-spirited and artistic and into underground punk and metal and you never know what they are going to say or do.
Kori, for example, likes to whistle "Don't Worry, Be Happy" by Bobby McFerrin, talks endlessly about his travels, why old school Korn is the best, and it was amusing to learn he was just as big of a Stephen King fan as me. The talking helped because nearing the end of the four hours, I was feeling very uncomfortable...
Also, there is a Halloween party next Saturday that I want to go to. My friend Betti is going as a gothic lolita. I don't have so much money for a costume so I'm probably going as an evil clown or a zombie. If I don't find good pants for my clown costume, I'm going as a zombie. Truthfully... I don't care that much for the party. I'm just going because it's Halloween-related and hopefully because some friends will come along. With them it'll be worthwhile. |
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| major lulz |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|02:29 pm] |
The Mormons are in Budapest!
I was walking along on Bocskai út minding my own business when the guy who was walking behind me suddenly introduced himself. At first I thought he was speaking Russian, but it turns out he was just an American trying to speak Hungarian. He said he was in Budapest to learn Hungarian and teach English. And then he asked if I would be interested in learning English?
I lol'd and told him in English that I'd lived in the US for 16 years so I probably didn't need any help. He was was like :OOOO.
The guy asked a lot of basic questions like were my parents Hungarian, did I live in Budapest... etc. I answered warily because I was trying to figure out why he was clutching this leather-bound blue book to his chest as if it was some kind of holy relic.
He eventually brought up his real purpose -- did I want to join the Mormons on their journey for eternal joy? He showed me his book; it had "Mormon Church" written on it in silver letters.
I tried to avoid smiling. I said I was an atheist.
And he got sad, but he didn't give up. He seemed to take the view that because I didn't believe in god, I was living a miserable, sinful life. He said typical things like: "I know it's hard to believe in god when there are so many horrible things happening in the world but if you would realise that god has a plan for you, and you accept him into your heart you would feel at peace. God has brought me so much peace and joy..." He said a whole lot more but I no longer remember the precise words he used.
Part of me wanted to burst out with something childishly absurd like, "So what kind of music you like? I'm really into death metal and stuff like Antichrist Superstar-era Marilyn Manson. Have you read his biography? It is awesome."
But of course that would have been extremely inappropriate.
I had to tell the guy four or five times that I was not interested in joining him for some kind of Mormon get-together. He finally gave in, held out his hand. I shook it and that was it.
Oy.
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[Oct. 15th, 2009|04:29 pm] |
A man called me a köcsög the other day. That means something like asshole or wanker.
I was waiting with about 40 other people for the tram to come. It was afternoon rush hour. People were swarming like flies at a shit festival, if I may be so poetic.
The tram arrived and there were so many people that there was hardly any space left. The only options were to squeeze yourself in there with the other sardines or wait for another tram to come and hope that it was less crowded.
Suddenly a man standing behind me groaned ridiculously loud. Auuuuurrrghhh!! It was a heavy metal yell of rage. Then the guy shouted, "Mi a fasz van itt már?" which means "What the fuck is going on here?!"
I turned to look at him to see if he was drunk. I don't want a drunk shouty person standing behind me. The man noticed me staring and he told me to stop looking, you köcsög.
How pleasant.
Later, I laughed at what had happened.
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[Oct. 13th, 2009|06:30 pm] |
I went with a friend to Millenáris Park a couple of days ago. The sunset was so nice that I just had to take some pictures.
Here's a couple:
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[Oct. 10th, 2009|10:41 am] |
My birthday is on Thursday and if my plans hold up, I'll be going with a group of friends to visit the Budavári labirintus which is a massive cave system under the castle of Buda. I've read some online 'reviews' of people who've been there, and opinions are really divided... some people said it was awesome, some thought it was a huge waste of time. Hmm... makes me kind of confused, but I suppose all that matters is my opinion. At least the tour is inexpensive -- if I turn out to hate the thing, I won't feel bad about having wasted a lot of money, lol.
Picture I found randomly of the caves and tunnels:
I'll be sure to take tons of pictures. :)
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[Oct. 8th, 2009|04:02 pm] |
This picture of Huba always makes me laugh. :)
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|02:13 pm] |
I was waiting in the Ferenc körút metro station yesterday morning and down on the platform I noticed a strange-looking scruffy kid shuffling around. One of his feet was turned outward and he was dragging it along. I thought to myself he must be a cripple. Then I got on the train and sat down. About five minutes and two stops later, I noticed the kid was on the train with me. I looked at him more closely.
One of his eyes was closed and his blond hair was a total mess. He had a huge sign pasted to his shirt that said: "I am a sick boy. I am collecting money for a surgery. Please help by buying a postcard for 250 Ft." The kid had a bunch of postcards in his hands.
When people saw him nearing they averted their eyes. The kid didn't seem to mind, he walked like a sleepwalker. He didn't say anything to anyone.
Then he stood next to me and I saw him looking at me out of the corner of his open eye. It was creepy.
"Hello," he said. His voice sounded distant or like he was speaking underwater. I suddenly had very important business to do on my cell phone.
The kid moved on to another girl. He said something I didn't hear to her, and he lifted his postcard-filled hands. The girl shook her head and looked away.
I watched the kid progress to the end of the train. He didn't speak to anybody else. There was an old man in a business suit clutching a briefcase who looked very offended. His eyes kept darting around. When the kid came up to him he quickly handed over some money. The man didn't buy a postcard... Perhaps he was just hoping the money would make the kid disappear already. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2009|08:21 am] |
Walking along Fehérvári út I see this:
Small truck collided with one of the trams, nicely shutting off traffic for about 20 minutes. XD
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[Sep. 11th, 2009|08:37 am] |
Poor floofy got neutered yesterday. :O He was so weak when he woke up. He tried to walk around but fell down on his side more than once. And then he tried to jump onto my bed but he fell. He stayed there on the floor looking sad. I picked him on and sat him on a warm towel in my lap for more than a half hour, but then he threw up. :(
Poor fluffy, I love him so much and I could hug and pet him for hours, but I really didn't enjoy cleaning his mess up..... |
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