"Do the wiggle, man."

 

Because a picture is worth a thousand words, this picture probably sums out my summer better than anything else. Being lazy and drinking beer and forgetting, for a little while, that in an year's time I shall have to be a responsible adult. Bliss sometimes means just shutting down.

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Contrary to popular belief, I am dead but just lacking in making my online presence known. These past few months I've used my internet connection for nothing but silently lurking on Tumblr to stare at photos of Ben Whishaw and to watch my fill of new tv shows and yell at them when the characters are being idiots (I'm looking at you, The Walking Dead!)

In a nutshell: I've started my 6th and final year of medical school so I am stuck dangling between uncontrollable panic and peaceful zen like stupidity. Give me a few more months and I'll probably be rendering Jack Nicholson's performance in The Shining. I've gotten a puppy, his name is Captain and he is an adorable little fucker who will probably not rest until he has chewed or peed on all of The Boy's and my possessions. I've developed a new obsession for all the stars of Skyfall. And I've read almost all of The Sandman comics that have graced my hands and laptop screen.

In other words, how do you adult and can I get the magical formula in a bottle to drink with my morning breakfast of gummi bears?

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Because my camera and I have been on a break (for the better, trust me, as I now have the artistic capabilities of a knat) I will bore you with photos from my summer holiday. More precisely, from the week I spent in a beer fueled craze at the Sziget Festival in Budapest.

Can't talk about the festival without talking about Budapest though. If I were a bitter kind of person (and heaven forbid, I am not. Really. Stop laughing.) I would be very jealous of the people who get to live in such a magnificent city. I had already been there once but it was just for a night and I accidentally got drunk on a boat tour and then walked in circles for an hour trying to find my hotel so all my memories were a blur.

It's the kind of city I want to visit again and again and again, just getting lost on the streets and then being an absolute tourist and stopping at the nearest pub and eating till I burst and I rarely miss a city this much after visiting it. So you go Budapest, keep on being a beautiful bitch till I see you next!

 

See, it's like this pretty jewel on the river. I am so glad I am not a nasty person by nature or else I'd hate it just for the principle.

 


  

We didn't get too much sightseeing in our daily schedule because we always woke up late then spent some extra time at Starbucks hoarding the wi-fi like it was a lifeline (I have no idea what you mean by addiction, ahem!) but what we did see was very nice. (Pictured up there is The Parliament which was designed around the phrase Needs More Gold.)

 

  

 

Don't let the water bottle in that photo fool you, that was just our first day before we realized the beer was cheap and easy to get at any moment of the day. We also wobbled around like headless chicks for the first day due to me being the only person in history who cannot wear a pair of Converse without getting open wounds.

 But I gotta me honest, my favorite place in Budapest was the zoo where for a few hours we forgot we were actually full fledged adults and ran around buying balloons and petting any animal that was not a) poisonous or b) likely to view us as a walking McDonald's menu. I went a bit crazy over the Sloths. And I admit it, if I could have fooled the security, I would've run out of there clutching this little fellow while yelling "MINE!". (In this photo I was probably having a happiness attack and mumbling incoherently about his face.)

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And now, the reason why we packed all our favorite summer clothes in one car and drove halfway around the country: the festival!

It's gonna sound annoying when I say it but you had to be there to be able to imagine the immensity and the craziness that they could fit into one tiny island. Just keep in mind this: we decided to walk around the place one day and got so tired halfway around the island that we just gave up and stopped for whiskey. And next time I get there I will bring myself some costumes because even with my glow in the dark devil horns headband I fell in the absolutely ordinary side of the scale.
(Costumes, in order of importance, will include: Batman, Kermit the Frog, Ezio from Assassin's Creed, one of the members of LMFAO.)

 

I got to headbang to Korn, felt like a teenager while screaming the lyrics to Placebo, danced to The Killers and really danced to Snoop Dogg Lion and his pot smoking dog mascot, wiggled wiggled wiggled to LMFAO, realized I know all the lyrics to all the Sum 41 songs, sat on the grass and let Paolo Nutini serenade me, and went crazy for The Subways. And so much more.


And I went on a ferris wheel and realized at the top that I have a serious fear of heights. The Boy was very helpful and by that I mean he spent the whole ride laughing at my pain. (It's okay, that's how we show or love for each other.)









We saw The XX kill it at their show. And I never realized that one thing that was missing from my life was a marching band that plays Journey on loop.



Mojitos in a bucket, enough said. We also flirted with the idea of going drinking in the sky high bar but after my unfortunate experience with the ferris wheel I realized it'd end poorly for everyone involved. (And I don't know how to say in hungarian "Hey, sorry I puked on you and then clutched your hand in a death grip while mumbling prayers to all the gods in history.")





Apparently, you can live on nothing but Slushies, alcohol and fried food.

The guy in the pig suit didn't want to be in the photo but the chicken dude made up for it in his enthusiasm.

Best summer ever.

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Song of the Day: LMFAO - Sexy and I know It
(But of course :))

"We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest, shedding skin faster than skin can grow."

And then comes a time, when the clouds break open and the sun warms the icebound lands. That is when the wonder happens for that is the day the med students walk the Earth again, free of their XBoxes and their beds ;)

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I shall not talking about uni because talking about it might break the mental walls I built and let my PTSD flood over my brain and bring back the pain and horror. All you need to know is that I am a survivor of the horrible menace known as Public Health and Management, and I have the psychological scars to prove it! Dear gods, please make it so that I shall never go through this until I am dead and buried deep, deep underground.

But I can talk about how happy I am that Game of Thrones is back, even if I am convinced that George R. R. Martin sits in a dark corner of his room, giggling hysterically as he throws sharp poisonous arrows in our hearts. Don't get me started on my absolute fondness of the Lannisters and how I love it when their crazy shows, or about Jon Snow's impressive grumpy face or how intimidating and fierce I find the fact that the Stark words are 'Winter is coming'. I have a lot of thoughts about this imaginary world, we should all catch up and I can talk your ear off about my feelings, seriously guys, let me talk about my love!!

Ahem.

Got up to date with The Hunger Games, and while it did not make it's place in my heart as I expected it too, I must admit that I am head over heels in love with Jennifer Lawrence and her ridiculous face and I am immensely amused by Peeta, the baker named after a type of bread. Got cravings for carbs after every chapter I read. So dumb yet so endearing.

And the new obsession that has been eating all hours of the day and the priceless hours of the night that I so desperately need for sleep: Assassin's Creed. There is a slim chance I will be found dead one day, clutching an XBox controller and wearing an assassin's cape I made out of the paper I printed my Urology book on. I blame this on the awesomeness that is Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Can you really blame me?

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And however crazy this period must've been, I will forever remember it because of the fun times I had with my uni group. I love them all so much and we stood up together to this danger known as statistics. We were helped by giant bottles of wine and horrendous yet delicious quantities of pizza and junk food and we came out of this… well, to be honest, plumper but happier.

We were also helped by sunny days and a lovely walk in the park to get the blood flowing before we'd barricade ourselves inside the house behind empty pizza box forts and wine glasses.

We sported the look made popular my medical students in all the land: pasty white skin.

And apparently I needed a gentle hand and some prodding and coaching when it came to posing :))

Okay, more prodding and poking than actual coaching, but when one is outnumbered all one can do is smile and hope the camera won't catch any embarrassing moments.

In case you ever wondered how I get my hair to be so bouncy.

Wearing: Lashez dress, H&M belt, Nine West boots, Mango coat.

And after all that coaching, I still couldn't get it right. Damn.

The Boy realized he created a monster. Or a gamer. Insert evil laughter here ;)

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Study groups are even more fun when there's pizza and video games. I am sure there's a serious scientific study that proves my theory. Look it up, it's true.

(PS: Keep your eyes on this place, dear readers, I've got a surprise giveaway for you by the end of this week. Pretty things for pretty people await!)

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Song of the Day: The Weakerthans - Sounds Familiar

"We’re waiting for a superhero intervention."

I think this Christmas tree will grace us with it's presence for a long time seeing as we are two lazy people in this house who would rather play Xbox and read books and watch the multiple movies that are currently downloaded and waiting to be enjoyed and bake and, and, and. Thank god the next Christmas is just around the corner :))

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Some people start a new year doing extraordinary things like climbing Mount Everest or finding the cure for the common cold or figuring out what it is about little itty bitty puppies that makes humans turn into big piles of goo. I am not those people.

I have done nothing productive since the clock ominously struck midnight. I have finished the second Game of Thrones books and have watched so much Sons of Anarchy that I am falling in love with the sound of a chopper, I have seen Girl With the Dragon Tattoo in cinema twice and am ready to sacrifice my newborn on the throne of David Fincher, I have trained my body to survive on nothing but junk food and sugar and have spent so much time in bed that I think I will be forever wedded to it. And even though in my world those things sound impressive and monumental and all kinds of deep... I have been told by normal people that this is neither dynamic or constructive.

Luckily for me I could not here those people over the sound of how splendid and satisfying it is to enjoy what will be my last vacation until July this year. So, to quote Dickens, Bah Humbug! to the critics and hello to two more sweet days before hospital rounds crush my soul and make my brain cry all over again.

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It was The Boy's and my 2 year and one month anniversary yesterday so we decided to enjoy the beautiful days of sunshine that have been bestowed on us by the gods of winter who are also on a holiday it seems, and have a nice brunch and walk around the city.

But, in the words of the great Terry Pratchett: Gods like a joke as much as anyone else. So of course, it started raining and the whole world turned into a giant wet pile of gray.



Brunch was still great but the walk was damp and the park was cold and we were only saved by our tourist-y umbrella we have left over from our trip to Amsterdam.



You can tell from my face that I was not pleased. Or I was hungry. The face I'm making works in both these situations.






I got new boots and they have been properly baptized in the mushy porridge that is the ground.









Wearing: Mango coat, Lashez dress, Accessorize tights, Nine West boots.



I also looked like poodle who has been licking the electric wall socket. I would take this moment to thank the makers of my anti-frizz hair conditioner and cream. You go, Glenn Coco!



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After my mother kidnapped me to go buy food and we ended up in approximately 20 stores with a slight hypoglycemia and a headache but with dresses and boots (She has a problem with buying boots, so many boots, because when the end of the world comes you can never have too many boots. And tuna cans.), we felt a tad guilty so we detoured through Zara Men. We had to fight off some hipsters looking for painted on jeans and Lady GaGa t shirts but in the end we got this for my boy.

Because Steve McQueen is cooled than we'd ever be even if you stuck us all in a polar icecap and let us drift slowly in the ocean. True story.

Also: pretty nails.



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Song of the Day: Johnny Hollow - Superhero