Festivals and stuff

So, Black Noise Festival is over...
It was fantastic, even if Sipi acted like a pig sometimes, and it was pretty annoying.
Some men are simple as a stick. G was lovable as always :DD
I saw bands I've never heard of, but liked and then I saw bands I haven't seen for ages ages and then I saw Justin Sullivan who I looove to hear and watch. New NMA album's due to come out in September!
There were Mark and Dez too, but they only came to see Justin, and to say hi to me.
Next morning we all left as it was the closing day of the festival anyway.
Mark wanted to sleep with me but I was too tired and it was too soon after we haven't met since last October...I need more time. Maybe next week when we'll spend 2 days in his car on the road to the Beautiful Days festival. Whooohoooo

Yesterday I showed the pictures to Rob Benton, who liked them, and we were talking about me going to festivals and stuff, until I started to talk about how I feel about money and how I hate to be always short of it......blah-blah
Then suddenly he said he'd give me 100 €s so I feel a bit safer....whoa! I said no of course, but then I was thinking about that so today I sent him a mail saying : this money thing is eating my mind so as if I can't live without a mind, we got to do something.....
He convinced me so finally I gave him my address and he went to the post and sent me 100 Pounds!That's a lot of money to me, but he assured me that he wouldn't miss it at all and I should consider it as a birthday gift.........wow

Fekete Zaaaaaaaaaaj!

Traintickets from Castle Cary to London, Gatwick Airport r finally here!Cary

Thanks to GujCsabi, who was as generous as to sent them to me after picking up from the Royal Post. Nice little stamp with her majesty (Gawd bless'er!) Who knows why train tickets can or may not be posted outside the UK? Good to have supporting friends.
Yes, it's coming closer and closer every day: I'm going to England again soon. This feels so funny coz even when it makes me happy and excited, there is that little thing that I'm scared of the feeling of having to come back again....a little salt in my coffee :(
Hungary is incredibly boring sometimes.
Yet I've had a fine day today. I came home walking (took the longer way) the weather was pretty, Jason Mr A-Z made it even easier.

I have nothing but a few peaches for dinner.
I MUST NOT EAT! KEEP AWAY FROM FOOD! I've had a quite light lunch and later a Túró rudi.

I must be thinner when I meet Mark, otherwise I'll be very very sad...:(
My achievement so far is that eating makes me unsatisfied, coz it makes me think of how I look. It's easier to stop so. I don't wanna be a sad fat girl.

I came home today with the intention of learning for IBM. Now I have this entry instead. Shame on me, this leading@IBM doesn't want to settle down in me.
I simply can't persuade myself to do it. It's so bloody boring ans so bloody American, I hate it. Yet I need to do it for my career - BROUHAHA!
A girl with no schools makes a career @ the huge company - and how American this story is...?


I simply had to bring this here

While I'm wondering how can I love Jason Mraz, the Placebo and the Levellers at the same time? They couldn't be more different. Anyway, it works well in my head.
I saw Dorothy Mills [2008] yesterday and I was amazed. Wow, she can act!

They are on the way here....to me

I hate slogans....

.........but somehow I like this one:

Yesterday is history
Tomorrow's a mistery
But todays is a gift - that's why it's called
PRESENT!

I hope JM won't mind me loving his stuff...

Gifts

Today I received a great gift from Mark. He promised (insisted) to give me one of the 6 VIP passes to Beautiful Days he receives if the festival sells out. If I can believe the website, it is getting close to selling out.
As the things look now, nothing can stop me now from going to the Beautiful Days and having some Beautiful Daze!

I hate slogans.....

.........but somehow I like this one:

Yesterday is history
Tomorrow's a mistery
But todays is a gift - that's why it's called
PRESENT!

I hope JM won't mind me loving his stuff...

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First words of......me

• My very first and perhaps the very last entry
  

This is me.....well, sort of. Let's say it's a mini me. She's got all I've got, only she looks better.





1) She's got red hair...recently dyed, yes, back to those old days when not the grey hairs were the issue, but the boring every-people like colour.

2) She's got blue eyes.....yes, one of the rare precious bodyparts (if not the only one) of me. You can't see the contact lenses, can you? Blue eyes tend to be weaker and go shortsighted more likely than brown. Not fair. I am shortsighted since I know I have sight.

3) Earplugs - she is listening to music....well, yes. You can have a life without music, but then it's not worth living it. So I keep on rocking: there is always something beating in my ears. The louder the better. Just from my face I's say it's something cheerful. Rare occasions. Jason Mraz for example, my latest discovery. He definitely can make my day brighter. But before it gets too bright, I switch on to Placebo or Elbow or something gloomy that fits my soul. Better if raining......or in winter.....at night....alone on the street.......hmmmmm.
I dunno the last time I did not own a portable music player, I really don't.

4) Oh, those well trimmed eyebrows...thanks to the XXth century and the permanent hair colorings, I too can have eyebrows, just like those lucky ordinary people who had the chance to be born with existing eyebrows.
Oh, no, not that I wouldn't have any, it's just practically invisibly blond, so it tends to disappear from the inexperienced eye. So I need to colour then up a bit. All the time. Makes me look more human, I guess. (and now I need to thik about that poor Marilyn Manson - hehe) Plus I have the liberty of choosing its colour!

Yes!


5) Mona Lisa smile....when I created this above image, there were a few types of mouths to choose from (how bizarre, how bizarre) and I felt this one to be closest to my average mood level. If there is such a thing at all...Somewhere in the middle of my happiest and the sadest mouths. (Take a look at the mouth of the teddy.....there you go!)

6) Black, buggy top. Who said that black makes you look thinner? It only makes you sweat. Same old issue with the body you hate but you have to live with/in. Black is just good for everyone, right? Plus I have to be prepared for the aforementioned moodswitch, when suddenly you have to listen to Depeche Mode, or (my god) something even darker, and there you stand in a pink spaghetti top!Noone would survive this without severe and permanent brain damage! Black is good, black is black. Ancient wisdom.

7) The Union Jack.......doesn't it look good on just about anything? I have a small cushion with it
Now anyone can make any nasty comment about me , driven by patriotism and telling me my duties for my country, I can't help loving everything (well, almost everything, I'm not stupid after all) that comes from (or rather is still in) the old United Kingdom. Even her name. Yes. Let's say history, literature (both old and contemporary), architecture (both old and contemporary), films, actors, festivals, some clothes, some food, yes, really...but first and foremost MUSIC! Now let them stones rain upon me head!

8) A bag. Yes, one must have a bag to carry all the usual VERY IMPORTANT things like........erm......no, I never was that handbag type of girl, never knew what should be in a handbag. But then of course it's always full and the only thing that surely can be found in it is chaos. Small but firm chaos. Although every little thing has it's place. Up until I decide to take my other bag with me. Then all is lost but the chaos. Let's see..money, telephone, keys.....dunno, not much.

>>bl00dy fonts, I want arial but it insists on switching back to this silly ugly one....eh, again<<

9) Blue jeans: I used to be the number one enemy of bluejeans...Especially when people started to wear them as if there were NOTHING else in the world to put on! Around the mid-late 80s...Jeans as trousers, jeans as shirts, jeans as bags, shoes, vallets, hair accessories and god only knows what else (my imagination has its sad limits here). I said to myself:
"I won't be one in the million, I won't stand in the queue, I won't let myself uniformed..........till then, one day I bought my first one, having really nothing better in the
shop (this country really has something to learn about proper fashion shops or - dare I say - fashion and manners in general!) and the truth revealed: they became my favourite pair of pants. Since then I always keep one or two or three pairs at hand.
Shame on me.


10) Black shoes, the more comfy the better. Comfy=worn out...yes. Apart from the smell-factor, I think I could live in 2 pairs of shoes for a pretty long time. Though I have to admit, I am very fond of shoes! But watch out, shoemakers of the world, it is soooo hard to live up to my exquisite taste :) the average shoeshop doesn't have shoes for me...albeit it's not necessarily the price that matters. I prefer skate style shoes. They are the most comfortable shoes ever made by human hands (or machines, whatever)
And as a woman again, it MUST exactly fit my comfort otherwise it ain't good enuff for me.....ehehe

11) Teddy bear.....I guess a psychiatrist would say here, my love for Teddy bears comes from the suppressed need or will - or both - to finally have a baby as it is written for every women and female species on Earth (act your age!) but then I would say: maybe, but definitely not for me.
Any kind of Teddy will do. I see the ugly ones as a mistake of creation and not as a mistake of the manufacturer.....weird, I must admit. Even the ugliest animal has it's place under the sun, and every Teddy was made to be loved. Simple as this. My cousin used to have a VERY old teddy, it made a funny sound if suddenly turned upside down. I guess it was meant to be the bear gowl...It was really-really old, had lost most of its hair and stuff, yet when I begged her to give it to me she resisted. The stupid cow.The Teddy finally ended up dumped. Sad-sad story.

That's pretty much all about mini me for now, big me is getting tired and the bed is calling: easy to hear, it's right beneath my ass. Big me has slightly more details to show, maybe there will be a tomorrow someady for them too. This blog turned out ot be quite time-consuming.

Till then, good night!
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