SUBMARINE

submarine is the kind of movie you just dont forget.  it's a love story of the socially awkwards with weird humour and lots of Alex Turner songs. Sweeet.

"My mother is worried that I have mental problems.
I found a book about teenage paranoid delusions during a routine search of my parents' bedroom. After that, I started slipping choice phrases into our conversation.

My mother is naturally neurotic and in her youth even dreamed of being an actress, until she was told by a speech therapist that her tongue was too big for her mouth. Now she works for the council's Legal and Democratic Services department.
One of the rules in her office is that if it's your birthday, you are held responsible
for bringing your own cake to work. "




- It's rude to leave a film before it's finished.
- Who to?
- The film-makers.
- How do they know?
- They just do.
- How?
- They do.



 I watched it 3 times in a row.

it doesnt even have a title

dear blog, sorry for treating you like this. my brain has dried out and shrunk  dramatically  so i have no thoughs to be written. regress is a typical sympthom of the end of the schoolyear, i guess.
here's a picture i found today and liked a lot.

and here's a song for that picture.

today i am mr grumpy

Sometimes I imagine how good it is to be born as a native English speaker.
You dont have to go to painfully boring english classes and solve stupid grammatical tasks and open up a dictionary every 5 mins when you read a book. You just learned it, and never ever have to sacrifice a single thought on it. And instead of completing grammatical tasks you have a lot of time to learn something fun, like tap dancing or taming animals. Or building rockets from trash.
Or anything.

RIP, my dear computer

Ok, so destroying my computer completely doesn't really help the sad little situation of this blog.
Poor fella, it shuts itself down every time I switch it on, and smells like burning plastic, which is the smell of death in the parallel gadget-world.
Anyways, I'm gonna upload here some pictures of the aaawsome barbecue party we had on saturday as soon as I'm able. Until then, here's a picture of a monkey in a tuxedo. Say hi to him.

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Last night we were in the bar, and I talked to a girl who lives in a dorm. They have very strict rules there, for example they have to be back at 10 every day... but they can circumvent this relatively easy, they just give a bag of gummy bears to the doorman, and he lets them stay out all night.
gummy bears.

GUMMY BEARS.

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because I love this photo so much

 This photo is the product of a lovely Saturday afternoon spent with best friend (in the middle) in the castle district of Budapest. Woohoo!  Isn't she cuteness? 

Pretty chica next door, with a pint of Blair Waldorf-blood in her vains

I love that she's grinning like an idiot... just as usual, hunnybug.

I love the group of Spanish tourist in the background taking hundreds of photos of the grocery shop next to them (wtf??) on the street which crosses the street where my future apartment is! (I'm gonna live there and give sleepover parties with a slight amount of alcohol every night and we gonna cook ourselves food and have soooo much fun that we won't give a fuck about not having hot water in that apartment)

And I love, I LOVE the sun. First days of spring after freezing wintertime is like eating up a big bowl of your grandma's cookies. Oh, I'm a poet!

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spend 10 minutes with Noah, the whale and me

first, listen to this

then this

Don't you feel an urge to just grab him and hug him and comb his hair all day?
If not, just take a look at him:



(and don't forget to notice that he's wearing a hippie shirt!)
Got it?

They are coming to Budapest in august. My life's so awesomee