Oh Kay

I've got a job!

A part-time job.

Not fabulously paid, too.

But I love it .) I get to make all those cappucinos, frappucinos, pina coladas and stuff, I can steal the coffee biscuits and have the latte milk foam without the actual coffee.
I work there two/three times a week, so its not THAT easy to catch me up in there, but if you want a presso with extra bisquit and my hair in it, just ask and I'll gladly tell you which days I am at my work.

Information Bulletin I

Oh, sweet reminiscence.

Random picture for a random post. At least it is my picture. I am saying a little quiet goodbye to my old picturetakingmachine, aka the old Kodak which lived with me for looong 5 years, taking mostly ego-wanker-ish pictures for eeeeevil community servers (let's not name exact ones) .
I am switching to Nikon D40, a low-end DSLR with lame 6mpx (I could give 4 000 more for the next model with 10, but WHY?) but lovely pics and great handling - Julie has this one and I just LOVE stealing it and filling her SD card with my crap. I dont think I will produce any artsy supercool stuff, but I will have a thing to cling to on boring social events. Go me.

Anyways. Right now, I am trying (obsessively) to get a job. I am also generating some (at this point unusable) designs for the Prostitutes, don't want to do it two days before the deadline (which I have not, but.. u know) - this is /like/ serious, duh. Getting a new tablet, hope it will improve my leet skills ten times - those Wacoms are so bloody expensive I hope you just grab the pen and it draws like Kája Saudek instantly.

I am looking forward to the next ep. of Grey's Anatomy. I was intentionally ignoring that show for so long that I am getting a little fanatic about it now (now when the season III House ended). That cutey O'Mully (or whatever the spelling is) dates this awesomely gorgeous plump doctor and it just.. helps...my..ego...

...
I wonder, if I were on a doctor show, what character would I be? A neurosurgeon obsessed with sex? Sex with young medical students? Eeew, i guess everyone would be scaaaared of me.
OR , I could be that med student. Emotionally sticking to every hot (at least hotTER) patient going through my hands/stetoscope.
Julie would be a technically good, yet too non-emotive doctor.

Goodbye, sweetheart, it's time to go

I wanna do so many things right now. Create a theatre company aaaand open a design e-shop aaaand travel round the world aaaand record an album .D

By the way: 1,2,3,3 (I suck)

And the picture up there, that's Blahoťák' s pan of brownies. I thought it kinda mirrored my feelings .D

Podělusy vol. II

Heh. Teda řeknu vám, že pokud je vaše první asociace na štípání dřeva "Jarmark Marnosti" (napsal ho přeci pan "Sekery") , Hálkovy hry si připomínáte přes knížete pornofolku a místo tabletek pro řidiče TIRáků (zn. Confit) si nabízíte Machara (sb. Confiteor), tak to už vážně může znamenat jen dvě věci - buď to začínáte umět, nebo vám prostě jen hrabe.

On Hiatus

(no real point of this pseudo Emil Holub here - i just love art. You know. Posh art. Really valuable, original art.)


From tomorrow its exactly 1 month (4 weeks) to the maturitas (or banana, but that's an inside joke)

I have this chart where i make stars that symbolize the amount of stuff i know from each question and so far this chart looks like a total wasteland. But I am off to Podělusy once again and I hope it will be as productive as the last time - I just gotta get more coffee somewhere on my way there. Lot of coffee. Oh yeah.

Basically I wanted to say I don't have time and I don't want to see anyone since he's going to teach me the EU structure or modern philosophy or avantgarde poets. It's not that I would be doing some serious study instead of possible hangouts with anyone. Um. I know I know, other people manage to study AND hang out with sexy mods AND take pictures AND be loved by all. Not me. Not me.

I have lots of things I want to do after the banana, so I swear I won't be this boring then.

And after all, life is still worth living

I don't really have anything to say as far as verbal communication is concerned.



I just feel like lot of people care about things that are worthless in comparison to life itself, life which cost loads of slimey creatures their aquatic life when they were left on the land by high tide.

And the greatest art of all is the art of living.

And the art of limiting the number of clichés on one's blog.

Thanks July for her great pics from Podelusy where we had a very intensive geography weekend with oceans of coffee and litres of killer-hot korean noodles. I loved it.

And the moral is:

Dating musicians is wrong.

At least that's what Control made me be sure of.


I know i may be a lil retarded, seeing it yesterday, but I really really wanted to see it on the big screen WITH someone who would enjoy. And - that happened! my friend Michal was tapping his fingers in the rhythm just as I did, not mentioning the moment when Love will tear us apart started. He laughs like awfully dubbed Dolph Lundgren in one of his 80s movies, which amuses me.

A

Had 88 % at the CAE barrier tests. Oh I am SOOO awesome! I have to admit I did not expect it for I feel that my english skills are falling apart since we've got an american teacher.

The pity is I've passed it two times already but never have been able to get money for the actual exam.

>.>

A least my ego's boosted.

Misanthropy

I found out that I do not dislike people in general - I am just tired with the ones I spend my time with. Or the ones I used to spend my time with and they just don't give a damn anymore.

This weekend was surprisingly full of new people, Irishmen and Moravians. Both of these are extremely social and open-minded nations, not that I would build my opinion on these single meetings, but when I look back on all people of Moravia or Ireland I've ever known I have to say they have never been unpolite or unfriendly.

One of the guys from Hranice is a techno-craving, car-loving IT technician - nevertheless I feel kinda infatuated. He was sweet. AND hot (AND would be a nice piece for my Destroyer-lookalikes collection).

Anyways, I have to admit, this weekend I enjoyed people. It is a looong time since I did. Sorry to all people I didn't enjoy that much (my lil bro, my ex-gf, the best ex-bf so far) or to the ones I've made trouble with my misanthropic attitude (Karin).

Heart of Glass

so, basically, st. Valentine's day sucks and hating it sucks maybe even more, thus leaving me no proper opinion I could stuck to without sucking too.

I feel rather relaxed though. I guess I am getting more immune to all the last-year-of-highschool chaos. I am getting used to being single and I also can't really complain when it comes to people around me, cause the lack of any ambitions right now gets me rid of all the hate and envy and bursts of unhealthy competitiveness. My only little ambition revolves around art, so I tend to be a little hateful towards that guy who made it to graphic design in Plzen, but as soon as he's gone and far away I doubt this will bother me anymore.
I am such a loooovelyyyy person. I start to question if this is really me.

But this is me. I've got the heart thingie from Karin and I just totally love her for the way she gave it to me - just slipped it into my coat pocket, so I discovered it when I was leaving school - I was like "what the h... oh wow".

Ouch.

I did not make it to the second round.

Bipolar Disorder

I assume lot of people can go from "I wanna hurt myself" to "life is great" in one night, right?

Anyways, I haven't written anything serious and worthwile in an eon. It's not that I would be leading a dull life, on the contrary, just to point out the best moments, I have been to Zlin few days ago and I have tried to get Adam Benda once again (oh, was it the 3rd time? or 4th already?).

For the pleasure of your eye, take a look on the charming city I would love to live in XD


All right. Now seriously. This school would make me wanna live in Cernobyl.

And if the economical college in Prague had the Space Invaders printed on the windows, I would wanna gain a degree there. Unfortunately, it has not.

Resolutions.

No resolutions this year.

I have so much to achieve that it's basically pretty much unreal to want me to just run through the whole january-june period and collect all the trophys.
First, UTB and VSUP exams (half january, 4th of february), probably our first gig with the nameless (not my fault that Karin still bitches about the V.Pitchka name, it wasn't meant as an insult, it just popped up in a random conversation.), maturitas and then very likely other batch of exams for FSV and FHS and probably UTB again.

Impresssssssed?

Well, if it won't work out, I'll probably just take some savings and travel and work a lil bit. I was just thinking about New York. Although I was always somewhat into the northern cities, Chicago, or mayybe Austin, TX.

God. Gotta relax a bit with the pics of seminaked kvinta A. Got these from Bara. She's electric.

Pretty sad that this is like the only fun i get, generally.

What a Waster

I should be working on my seminary work.

I am whoring 'round on Facebook, Youtube and DeviantArt instead. Talking to some other los.. old friends on icq. It seems like all the cool kids went to have an enjoyable holidays while the ones who stay here are the finest selection of rejects, sexual deviants (and possible pedophiles, although in my humble case it's called ephebophilia - love for boys who aren't kids anymore, but aren't proper men either), virgins over twenty and lost talents.


I just cant get to do anything until I get rid of this sexual deprivation. The fact I ruin Karin's romantic adventures comes with another one, the fact she ruins my private life in return .D no, I can live with that since it's probably just the matter of my possible secret hag w/ Adam, which would be bloody dangerous anyway.

When I find myself in times of trouble...

As my psychologist says: You cannot love others until you learn to love yourself.

Duh. I am stuck in an attitude that makes me disrespect everyone, including myself. And what is worse, it's started two moths ago and it keeps on developing.
All right, there is something called "positive development", too, but honestly.. .I don't see it coming.

Christmas, though, are okay. It turns out that after all, family is the only group of people you can (more or less) count on and because they know you so well, there's no need to disguise your real selves, which I probably do all the time when in public.

I miss Karin.

I've made this photomanip for Fillip, who's being rather sweet and supportive tonight. (And we do not have anything going on between us. Alcohol is tricky)


Posting the original, too. We love the movie.

In case anyone would wonder

I am still alive.

But it was still pretty painful. I've entered the office:

"I have these pains on my chest."

"You're the one with the psychotherapies?" (fyi that was five yrs ago)

"Yep. Will you at least check on my heart or something?"

*checks* "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope"

"So, that's the only thing I can suggest. A nice boyfriend."

"Duh"

*walks home and feels miserable, although the pains are gone*


Anyone willing to stand for my meds is welcome, though guys looking like a mixture of Destroyer, Jiri from RSM and Craig Parker are welcome the most.

Which reminds me, been watchin Saving Silverman today and Jason Biggs dressed as Neil Diamond (on the left) is a TOTAL Jiri Zima:

I'm on the highway to hell

I found myself in some mysterious pains on my chest, so this could be my last post, probably.

but before i die, let me post this pretty picture of this friday's maturita ball (pretty much worth full-viewing):


I like it for two simple reasons - there they are, after four years, my elementary school best buddies are still around me - PLUS we all look good in the picture. Usually it's only Soc who's looking nice. Thanks god.

And today i got the synth borrowed. Pity i won't have much more time to play it since i am probably in my way to six feet under. Thanks Destroyer! I hope you'll play some cool tunes on my funeral.

This Modern Love

Found out this Bloc Party song is about Honza with its every single word.

Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
I will be yours

I'll pay for you anytime

And you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump right on
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've known never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
Jump right on

What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Throw your arms around me

Doesn't sound very optimistic, does it.
But last night was.
I had fun. And coffee. And we slept in his car, and we had a breakfast at a gas station, and we went from place to place, and we barely talked, and we looked at each other whereon we looked away again, and we argued about Keane and Mika, and agreed on the Strokes and White Stripes, and he thought Meg White is Jack's wife, and I've said lot of childish and stupid things just to make him laugh and not to look so smart, which could scare him away.
And now I am pretty infatuated yet deeply blue cause I just wait for his final rejection. This all is so Robin Muller-ish.

I don't think I am joining the party tonight. I want to get lost under my blanket and play with matches.

How awsome it used to be when we spent half of the time on talking about sex.

I know, haven't been round here for an awful time. For what I have *like totally seeerious* reasons.
* my phone is no longer able to transfer data to my pc, so I may have heaps of pic of various people you know doing scandallous things, but.. just... no help here.
* i am seriously working on my school stuff. And when I say seriously, I mean less than my classmates, yet still much more than is my average from last... 12 years.
* i am also pretty scared shitless of all the university exams (from which the talent ones seem most terrifying).
* my life kinda sucks.

But yeeeeeeah, there are SOME minor changes 'ere, just like:
* we've formed a band. And even had a rehearsal. All three of us. Girls. Electo rubbish, really.
* i've got Prkno's bass at home with me now. It is... not very good... but on the other hand, when I am getting a proper one (think christmas), it's gonna be piece of cake then.
* i am still single, but hella picky, so I don't even motivate you into anything anymore.

I can't stop this feeling I've got

I was thinking about people's minds. I was thinking about how wrong it i to say that someone' "slower" or "weird", because they just think different and they probably have similarly negative feelings about how do YOU behave, talk and think, right. Oh this sounds so moral-lecture-ish and I don't want it to do so.
It's just that I don't know many people who think the way I do, thus I feel comfortable around them. Not enough friends, lovers.

Yesterday I practiced some waltz steps with mr.Růžička and, yup, nice guess, he's just totally on the other side of the way-of-thinking spectre. He's nice, gorgeous, wears slime-green shirts and his perfume is just aaaaw. But not getting my jokes is just an unbearable problem when it comes to anything above the line of platonic love. Which means sex and marriage, basically. lol.

I would appreciate some affection. Crying over my mind-mate ex is depressive. I want Karin to come back. And things.