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Why not mess up a serious relationship? Because something like this can happen:

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(Source I got it from: well, Xavier linked me this )

Ever since I realized I’ve already met and lost the perfect one for me, my “best” trait is to fuck up relationships before they could even start. It’s like I have some kind of triggered override which makes me fuck up everything. And yeah, there’s only one person that override won’t be triggered by. Bingo, she has a boyfriend. And I’m not the meddling wedge type.

I’ll die alone and miserable, among my hundreds of cats*, being called names by the neighbour kids who’ll think I’m crazy, and they’ll be right. Not to mention how utterly tired and worn will I be tomorrow. I wanted to go to sleep before 10pm…

*mostly British Blue ones…

I’ve finally got the coolest track from Beyond Good & Evil. It’s when you win the race in the city.

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I’ll spend the weekend at home and I’ll write about things, but frankly, I’m so tired now like a sloth.

This is a really beautiful night.

Two more minutes and the party starts. Except…

Well, Gina moved in on Monday. She wanted to clean the whole flat out, and when I asked several times what should I do to help, she said nothing but do the dishes and mop the PVC.  I did that. Sometimes I washed the dishes after waking up because before we went to sleep, we used up all mugs.

I planned some fun for tonight. PK and Kata would have came over, we would have watched a movie. Except I had to cancel, because today when I got home the toilet was still a mess, so was the cooker, and two of the three shelves of the fridge was still in the bathroom. Gina was nowhere to be found, she was shopping with her parents. I felt the sudden urge to kill some small animal slowly and painfully.

I started with the shelves, then with the cooker. About that time they arrived, the whole family. They’d apparently bought some paprika and other stuff so to make some letcho next week. I don’t know who’ll make it, not me. I don’t know who’ll eat it, not me. It’s one of the food I refuse to even taste. Suits her.

After they went away, I finished cleaning the toilet. The whole process took about an hour. For relaxation I broke one of our chairs, I hope she doesn’t mind if she’ll have to sit on a backless chair for a while.

Yesterday when I was looking for paprika powder pictures, I found a lot of pictures of what seemed to be an anime. I looked up on imdb, and I’ve found an anime called Paprika. I’ve downloaded it, I’ll try to watch it tonight, after we’ve done some vanquishing with Rubint.

Today I had my second serious lesson of cooking, from Magdi. The original plan was stew with noodles, but when we got to the butcher to buy the meat, the least bad looking were chicken legs, so we changed plans to chicken paprika. Which, surprisingly, contains mostly onions, chicken, and just a spoonful of grinded red paprika. Gina and Magdi both said it was delicious, and I liked it too – even though we forgot to add any salt to the chicken, but we added double salt to the noodles. Nevertheless, it was good, and it was my second own creation, if we don’t count scrambled eggs, omelettes and sandwiches.

I need some more utensils. My pots are crap and most doesn’t have lids, I only have two set of plates, etc. My birthday is in a month, but I have a feeling I’ll only get useless things. Girls, if you really want to give a man something they’ll like, give them useful things. I mean, we* like pretty things, as long as it has at least one useful and usable function (looking pretty doesn’t count). We’ll appreciate pretty, as long as it can cut, open, light, ignite, close,unscrew, bolt, saw, uncap, hit, dig, hold things, glue, fasten, melt, freeze, chill, warm, or carve as well. We like a knife with a nice picture on the handle, as long as it still has a firm grip and cuts what we need to cut. We like a carved box, as long as it won’t break into pieces when we pack it full with tools and throw it into the trunk. Sometimes we like art for itself as well, but it’s really hard to figure out a man’s real taste in art. And if we like you, we’ll be glad to receive your gifts, just never ever get sore if we still use our good old familiar stuff. It’s probably because we appreciate pretty and we don’t want them to get dirty or broken. Indubitably that’s the reason.

6 more days.

Update: at the office I was told that it wasn’t a paprika, only a stew because we never added any sour cream. Oh, and 5 more days.

Gina’s here! Her bus was late by 15 minutes, but now she’s here, telling everyone on the webchat she’ here, and after that, our Day of Cleansing The Den hath begun!

Yesterday was calm with good news. We woke at around 6 – again, I never checked the time until we were sitting on the underground, she heading to her apartment, me heading to catch my train back to Esztergom, but it was 8am then, so I guess we woke at around 6. The day went fast, I was looking for Chopin waltzes, then other Chopin piano works, and I was chatting, and napping, and reading, and then it was time to go to bed. I like my weekend days like that.

The class reu was refreshing. Only a few of us was there, but thus the talk hasn’t clobbered up into small groups of four, we each had the chance of tell and listen together, unlike last year when about 2/3 of the class was there and we talked in small groups, and usually small groups of people who often talk anyways. Zsófi brought some chocolate-cherry muffins, and even though the cherry was uncored, I’ve managed to found some cores in each I ate, that’s me, thank you very much.

Now I got home, and enjoying these moments of things settling down. Soon I’ll start unpacking my bag and resheat the bed, and maybe I’ll do the dishes too, but now it’s just me, Korai Öröm* and the stillness.

8 more days.