Bloody Hell if I Know

Rules:
*Total the number of things in each list you've done.
*No need to say which ones.
*If people really want to know they will grow the balls to ask.
*If you got tagged, tag at least 3 people on your watch list.

Points:
If you go over 45, you're a bad influence.
If you go under 15, chances are you live under a rock and have no life... even more harsh.

1. Smoked
2. Consumed alcohol
3. Slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex
4. Slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex
5. Kissed someone of the same sex
6. Had sex
7. Had someone in your room other than family
8. Watched porn
9. Bought porn
10. Done drugs
TOTAL: 10

1. Taken painkillers
2. Taken someone else's prescription medicine
3. Lied to your parents
4. Lied to a friend
5. Snuck out of the house-
6. Done something illegal
7. Cut yourself
8. Hurt someone
9. Wished someone to die
10. Seen someone die
TOTAL: 10

1. Missed curfew
2. Stayed out all night
3. Eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself
4. Been to a therapist
5. Been to rehab
6. Dyed your hair
7. Received a ticket
8. Been in an accident
9. Been to a club
TOTAL: 9

1. Been to a wild party
2. Seen the Mardi Gras
3. Drank more than four beers in a night
4. Had a spring break in Florida
5. Sniffed anything
6. Wore black nail polish
7. Wore arm bands
8. Wore t-shirts with band names
10. Own(ed) a 50 Cent CD
TOTAL: 4

1. Dressed gothic
2. Dressed prep
3. Dressed punk
4. Dressed grunge
5. Stole something
6. Been too drunk to remember anything
7. Blacked out
8. Fainted
9. Had a crush on a neighbor
10. Had someone sneak into your room
TOTAL: 6

1. Snuck into someone else's room
2. Had a crush on your best friend
3. Been to a concert
4. Dry-humped someone
5. Been called a slut
6. Called someone a slut
7. Installed speakers in your car
8. Broken a mirror
9. Showered at someone of the opposites sex's house
10. Brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush
TOTAL: 7

1. Consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper
2. Been an R-rated movie in theater
3. Cruised the mall
4. Skipped school
5. Had surgery
6. Had an injury
7. Gone to court
8. Walked out of a restaurant without paying
9. Caught something on fire
10. Lied about your age
TOTAL: 6

1. Owned/rented an apartment
2. Broke the law in the police's presence
3. Cheated on someone
4. Got in trouble with the police
5. Talked to a stranger
6. Hugged a stranger
7. Kissed a stranger
8. Rode in the car with a stranger
9. Been harassed
10. Been verbally harassed
TOTAL: 9

1. Met face-to-face with someone you met online
2. Stayed online for more than 12 hours
3. Talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight
4. Watched TV for 12 hours straight
5. Been to a fair
6. Been called a bad influence
7. Drink and drive
8. Prank-called someone
9. Laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex
10. Cheated on a test
TOTAL: 10

Haven’t wrote on here in a while, so we will just get everything thats happened all over with now.

On Saturday past was the gay pride parade. Well I went to watch it, not to march. It was quite alright, it was just the sexual permiscious, but mostly ordinary people, which was nice to see. Well around Oktogon, there were several protesters waiting for the parade (which I got trapped in while following it). The protesters at first did the normal „You don’t deserve life, commit suicide”, „mocskos buzik”, yada yada. Well then they started to throw eggs, eggs became glass bottles, became glass bottles on fire. No-one was hurt during this because the police were there. When the police were protecting the marchers protesters, with their Árpád dynasty flags, and doc’s, and grotesquily large gorilla arms and necks, started screaming ÁVH, ÁVH, over and over. Oh give me a bloody break, you are throwing bottles and trying to beat the crap out of gay people, and you have the nerve to scream of police brutality. Frankly I would of love for the police to brain every last one of the bastards, but Hungary would be severly under populated then (on the plus think of the land opportunities). Anyway, so it ended at Buddha beach near to Közgáz, and the protesters converged, surrounded by police, shouting all the while. Inside buddha beach was nice, it was the first time I have ever seen gay men kissing, holding hands, or just being gay, during daylight in Hungary, and we werent in a darkroom, outside, my lord. Later that evening some of the protesters came back to beat on the people in Buddha Beach, one man sent to hospital, unfortunately it wasnt a protester, those drag queens can kick ass though! I was at a different party so I didnt see that, but some fat guy came on to me asking „Do we go to the same gym?” to which I really wanted to reply but didn’t, „Hon, it doesnt look like you have ever seen the inside of one before”. Why didn’t I say that, am I becoming nice, ugh, disgusting thought.

Anyway, moving right along. Monday was spent in the immigration office, with the imm. Officer that hates me with a passion, because last year I tried to bribe him (bastard didnt take it, not enough I guess?) anyway, so I had Mr. Unbribable, no sense of humour, ugly, can’t speak a word of english (even though I work in an immigration office) dumb fuck. Thankfully he got fed up with me soon so a woman took over for him.

Well I was back at the imm. Office yesterday, I waited in the electronic queue for 3 hours, the office closed, my number was never called, and I was angry as shit. Some bitch pushed me on the bush, I let her have it, nearly tore her head off. Another bastard pushed me, thought he was all that because he has a cheap suit, pleather back, and mismatched shoes and belt, I may have pushed him into the ticket machine, with force, and glee.

Then I went to Ren’s house, started off with drinking beer, moved to wine, moved to vodka, back to beer, and then onto pálinka, and back to beer, and then on the floor trying to stay concious. The only word I could must was „Taxi”, I crawled into the taxi, I didn’t pay my bill, but I don’t need to since Im a patron. Anyway, 30 second into the ride, I summon my strength to say „Allj” just in time to open the door and hurl all over the fine streets of Budapest. Another 30 second, I have to make the woman stop again, but I can’t speak this time because my mouth is full of vomit, I’m trying not to hurl int he car, she notices, pulls over, i hurl, she starts to yell at me „What were you drinking, mixing huh? Sit on the other seat, not the one behind me, I dont want puke on me. Open the window the fresh air will be good for you, and when you get home drink lemonade” okay, she was sweet, and my first female taxi driver. It was funny because just the other day I was thinking „You never see women taxi drivers”, well, there you have it. Made it home, brushed my teeth on very unstable legs, and collapsed into my bed. It was only midnight, and I was hammered beyond recognition. Moral of the storey, Beer, Wine, Vodka, and Pálinka are not good friends. 

P.S. dont mind spelling mistakes, and if there are any comments on said mistakes there will be blood spilt.

So, i went to visit Arch yesterday, and on the way to the bars to meet the love of my life, who doesnt love me, there was this guy, staring me down on the metro. It was a "who the, or what the fuck are you" a "i hate fags" stare. Just as I was getting ready to go over and yell at him, he gets off the train, and pulls out one of these sticks for the blind, and goes right into a wall. I was about to yell at a blind man for staring at me. I feel so dumb. 
Then i met reject my love man, and we had a good evening, i kissed him (on the checks grrr) hello. then he told me he just went to break up with his Hungarian bf, but instead ended up having sex with him, and i kissed him as well, afterward they told me they hadnt taken a shower after, and i wanted to burn my flesh. I dont need his boyfriends dick breath, ughhhh.  Im getting better though, I didnt want to break the window and stab myself in the heart when I went home, maybe this is a sign Im getting over him? Yes you will probably hear more about him for a while, I cant help it, I need to rant about him somewhere as I cant rant to him. 
And that is that, for now...

I just exposed myself. I was on the roof, content with my fag, and I completely forgot I am wearing my jeans with a whole in the crotch (its laundry day, thats why), and I was sitting non chalantly, legs spread like a rent girl. These two girls sat down around me, and the one gave me a look. I didnt realise until now (6 hours after the fact) that I flashed my goods in her general direction. This isnt the first time I have done this (first time I was at MOM park and was pretendingI can fly, by placing my arms and legs on the escalator banisters, accompanied with the obligitory self-produced theme music. A child behind me then started pointing and talking rabid Hungarian, at which point i realised, i just full mooned this future little money grubbing slut. I mean, this adorable future noble prize winner.) 
Also, I have to rant for a while. Arch has heard all about this since I am always bitching to him. I hate belgium. This bloke, we are good friends now, and usually i can surpress emotion like Tianaman square, but I cant with him. He is so smexy, and intelligent, and as I recently found out wealthy (added bonus), and its so bloody difficult to find decent men in Hungary. He is either oblivious to the fact that I would gladly carry his children, or he ignores it very well. 
I could cry, if it wasnt for the botox that prevents me. I know I should just get over it, its not going to happen, I am too aware of my phsyical appearance, and the fact that I am too young for him (as he has mentioned several times off hand), and Im not black (he has a thing for black boys), but anyway, I cant just drop it and Im going insane (er). Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.

Okay, i need to stop talking about him or I will go drown myself in the urinal, the broken one that has collected weeks worth of, well, urine (and black hairs, ewww, maintain your bush boys, its important). 

Back to the grin. Grrr

I despise the Hungarian Postal system, even more than the Canadian Postal system, and that is saying something. What the hell is up with having to pay bills at the post. Why cant we do it the good ol' fashioned way, paying it online through our internet banking accounts. Its just so much simpler. But, in Hungary you actually have to pay to do online banking, what the hell (well, its less fucked up than the British Banking system, but anyway). And so, I queue, with 40 other people because only one window is open, with some 87 year old grandma, at it takes around 30 minutes to process one person. I went to the post office two hours before it was to close. I was still in the queue at closing time, and then the old woman calls it a day, there are still 20 people in front of me. I will hunt this bitch down and take her out, and her children, and her childrens' children, and you get the picture. 
Next, I go to T-Pont in westend. Today was an English day. I hate speaking anything remotely Hungarian on Monday. Lo and behold I get the guy who cannot speak english (of course after waiting 3 hours for my damn number to be called). He has to call over some gargoyle of a man to translate, and then, a simple request of getting my telephone History is denied because I dont carry my residency permit with me at all times. Time wel wasted. So now I need chocolate, so I get myself some cake, coffee, and cigar. Instead of putting my bag down nicely I throw it, and some Arab man starts laughing at me. I didnt need to be laughed at by arabs today, that was just cruel. 
Now im at home, with my flatmate who has been in a wretched mood lately (exams. well I had exams too Honey, so sod off). 
Anyway, now Im going to make myself feel better with some good southern comfort food. Fried chicken, corn, gravy, and mashed potatos. (arch will understand this: Like a kerosene cat in hell with gasoline drawers on). IF you want to learn to talk southern go to: http://www.gagirl.com/southern/south.html

And for the sake of the zombie child of god, someone leave a comment. Im lonely