Everyone laugh now.

 Because I've said so.

Surrealistic ten-year old.

I wish I had...

..studied at least a tiny bit before my entrance tests for journalism which I have had this morning - still, it was fun.

The test itself was quick and not as homicidically stressful as the Scios, yet it still made me fall off the little FSV's aula table all the time.

The main thing is - I am in love. With PhDr. Jan Křeček, who teaches at the Media Studies (where I have no chances by now) catedra. He came to the place on his motorcycle, in a black Clash shirt, looking steaming hot, but still having this italian-american-actor-ish all-time sad look. (Spike has it as well, but he doesn't drive 'cycles)


Here he is making some important speech on media. --->

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

Back to the basics

There's hardly anything better than 2-D japanese gay guys. Youka Nitta ("Haru wo Dateita") is a genius mangaka, although not that brilliant story writer. Sanami Matoh ("Fake") on the other hand is a great great writer and a pretty good graphic artist, too. I liked her when i was younger, probably cause its more fun than just sex and sex again, but now I just stick to Nitta's monothematic fluff man2man action.

This whole maturita thing may seem to drive me nuts, but believe me, I was into yaoi when I was 13 and I will always be. I have already written three complete concepts of my own 4 % comics, but I just dont have the nerves to draw it all. (Even though that Carl-Barat-y character doing it with the Ricky-Wilson-y character was more than a pleasant picture)

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.

NOTYVOLE!

V rámci multilinguálnosti tohoto blogu... ne.. lžu .D v rámci toho, aby to bylo každýmu NAPROSTO JASNÝ:

Kdokoli mě protlačí na Rock for People do zákulisí za Kaiser Chiefs aspoň na rozhovor pro IndieRock.cz u mě má.. cokoli! Grafiku, text, dohození nejlepší kamarádky, zvrhlý sex. Cokoli. Koneckonců vám třeba můžu i slíbit, že se vám nikdy nepokusím rozbít stávající vztah .D Sakra, to už je spíš vydírání.

Tuto fotku jsem při stažení na svůj disk nazvala "Tyvole, čum na Kaki!".

Měli byste mi umožnit setkat se se člověkem, který mě přesvědčil, že bubeníci nejsou odsouzeni k tomu být roboty ve tmě bez vlivu, a se člověkem, který mě přesvědčil, že bledí zrzaví chlapi v červeném obleku, ze kterého je pokud možno vidět jejich (erotický) bílý podbřišek, jsou ztělesněním dokonalosti.

I <3 those two day stubbles

I am afraid I've grown this scary little obsession with dr. House.

On the other hand, I love obsessions! Obsessions make my life all exciting and fun and foremost happy! Let's all be obsessed! Let's go and do a House roleplay! Ooooh... lemme be Cuddy, lemme be Cuddyyyyyyy pleeeeease! Or Wilson or Wilson! (Or basically anyone except Cameron. She sucks. And I am pretty jealous of her .D She kissed both House and Chase! That immunologist bitch.)

Behold! My House scrapbook sheet:

And duh, of course he's wearing nothing but the stethoscope.

FRES-COOO

Muchos saludos compaňeros! Todo esto inglés parece un poco aburrido y ordinario - por eso decidia a usar espaňol en cambio. No soy muy brillante, verdaderamente. Pero pensaba que un post en mi blog en espaňol es no una idea mal.
Realmente, no tengo aun una idea más pequeňa de gramática correcta, así tengo que disculparse.
Y tú, alguien?

No siento como haciendo cualqier cosa. Estoy sentando y mirando Los Informaticos. Roy no es tan vistoso en espaňol como él es en inglés. Y soy dibujando. He dibujado una ilustración de un cuento de E. A. Poe - "Eleonora". Pienso que había tenido a estar fascinado con el título. Y, por supuesto, la Eleonora en mi dibujo ha sido inspirado de la sola persona de este nombre yo conozco. Lo considero como muy bueno. Soy ingenio. A veces.

Una cosa triste sobre escribiendo en espaňol es que lo roba muuuuchoooo tiempo. Pues, estimo que soy simplemente RETARDADO con cualquier idioma excepto inglés.

Espero el ensayo con Los Fakes Tapes! Chico tiene mi (es CASI mío) Yamaha en su sitio - lo quieroooo (la Yamaha, no Chico).

Art?

As far as art is concerned, I am not really enthusiastic right now, having to make it "only one of my hobbies" again.

Yet still I am not completely creatively dead.


This was a school assignment for the graphics seminar. The prof didn't get it anyway.


Me having a romantic mood. And a silly-LOTR-obsessed mood, obviously, too.


This was an assignment to Zlin for a change .D They probably thought it sucked, but I love it .D And I've learnt so much about the environment .P

Nihilistic

1) Compared to the UNIVERSE (gorgeous), does anything except having a family make any greater sense?

2) I have my own little Craig Parker renaissance. From the very moment the mug with his photo I've got for my 14th B-day accompanied me to mock maturita and comissionals from math I felt like I've got someone to stick to without making an asshole out of myself. Alright, he's 37 and he lives on the other side of Earth, but compared to the UNIVERSE, it's just a step.
For you unfamiliar with mr. Parker, he's a soap opera kiwi actor who's become popular via his 1 minute role in first two LOTR flicks, which proves his killer charm.
He was my imaginary boyfriend all through 8th nd 9th grade (Julie dated Karl Urban and Soc had Viggo Mortensen, who I still tend to see as "my old friend"). Retrospectively it was one of the happy moments in my lovelife. Craig, I want you back! .D


As soon as he plays in any theatre play again, I am SO off to NZ. To pick kiwi fruit or wash dishes. I will do anything.

3) Julie's started blogging again. Not sure if her only blog tags "study" "poetry" and "thoughts" sound any appealing to ya, but just.. check it out.

Too down for a header

Where the hell are all the things that used to make me happy?

OK, I still have the BBC's Space series with Sam Neill - everyone who's seen the Event Horizon knows that SAM NEILL IS EEEEVIL .D On the other hand, for some reason men talking about the space and astrophysics turn me on big time!

Duh, Sam Neill doesn't know a shit bout what's going on in supermassive black holes!
Everything is so fake!

I wanna feel you from the inside

Something in my head has an urge to sing NIN's Closer all the time. Yet starting with "I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside" is surprisingly socially.. improper.

Trent is such a glorious reminiscence of my almost forgotten 7th grader taste in men. I can't remember when I really fancied someone like him for the last time, which is weird, for I used to be MAD for these skinny (why the hell?!?) , dark, long-haired bad guys.

But now.. NOW I've got to post this lil shrine to mr. Reznor, who surely wants to fuck me like an animal (I know, feels kinda rude when written, but when Reznor sings it, it feels R I G H T) (and almost trustworthy)

my solitary brain cell.

I realized one thing, which proves my brain is VERY SIMPLE.

Last night, I watched "knocked up" and stared at Filip's pictures before I went to bed. And then I had this dream about being knocked up by Filip.
(Pity I don't remember what i'd done before that dream about Stevie LFO living under the sea in a manor that had one room for both kitchen and bathroom)

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.

TITS!

According to dr. Karen Weatherby, ten minutes of staring at large breasts a day are equal to half an hour of cardio training. I mean, for men, apparently.

Adam stole my title!

I really really wanted to use the "Sorry mum..." badge line, but Adam already stole it .D

Last night really rocked.

Look into my eyes and you'll see, I'm the one for you and you for me (they did not play my fave! argh) - I remember only few things from the gig though.
Like...
...dancing to jamiroquai - Karin looked pretty embarassed, but I was happyyyyyy... and drunk. And moneyless. So I got drunk drinking anything karin bought.
...lying on an armchair we found in a park. I was making up a really sexy story about Karin and Šmity, although she seemed to be more annoyed than pleased by the whole thing .D
...we got these badges, I left the "sorry mum" to Karin, I got me the "I was a virgin" one, cause we thought that's what fits me more.

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:

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.