Elle & Lui - Instead Of The Important Things
"Írónak készülök, vagyis már talán vagyok is, de igazából csak amatőr"
"Olyasmi, amit én írtam és olyasmi is, amit nem (azokat, amiket nem én írtam, idézőjelbe fogom rakni)"
I really should go in detail concerning the more important things, but I just can't afford the time needed to do so. Plus I should watch movies. I rather stick with the movies. btw I got pretty sick from the past 2 days' full-power binge-eating. I strongly remind myself of a bulimic patient, oh how cool is that. But it just allowed me a good rest for today - I haven't had a good sleep for ages. After Shabbos there was the party at one of those "Ukranian Hamlets" (to whom does the phrase truly belong? I doubt it would be P.), was fairly amusing, rather tiresome. Had converstions about Wong Kar-wai and Dostoevsky, later on about cats' names'. The I got hungry - small wonder after drinking grappa, vodka, home-made honey pálinka and champagne (one after another, no cocktails). Slept 2 hours and woke up to severe muscular pain and symptoms of dehydration and dropped levels of Na, Mg, Ca. Was an awful feeling. Had lunch at my grandma's and skipped the compulsory programme at Gödör (for me 80's is Erdély's installation titled A gondolat hadititok).
Monday I went to school for one poor and pitiable Lit. class, then came back home and completed the Dram. homework (though I didn't attend to the class), then returned books where they belonged, discovered that I ran out of pass-photos, persuaded my mom to buy a wool pullover and a striped shirt at Zara, tried on a skirt but didn't buy it, then dashed off to Prez's and shul. Stayed for dinner. I ate a lot. A lot means a huge portion of meat - huge mistake!
Tuesday school again, gave a talk about Japanese aestheticism and theater - and actually impressed Mr. F. I ran to the shul then and had lunch at rabbi Nógrádi's. In the afternoon we walked to the Chainbridge, had Tashlich then I came home. Huge mistake again! I had a fight with my beloved mother, wasn't pleasant at all. I feel sorta uneasy for my future. Let's skip the rest.
And today, aw today I slept and slept and slept, and made my last mistake for this period: I ate pasta for lunch. Shouldn't have to.
In the afternoon S. did visit me and the day was all bright and tender and happy again.
Tomorrow we'll go watch the bunraku play and after the tzom I'll eat a lot again. Aisu kriimu.
Am I still sane?
"Olyasmi, amit én írtam és olyasmi is, amit nem (azokat, amiket nem én írtam, idézőjelbe fogom rakni)"
I really should go in detail concerning the more important things, but I just can't afford the time needed to do so. Plus I should watch movies. I rather stick with the movies. btw I got pretty sick from the past 2 days' full-power binge-eating. I strongly remind myself of a bulimic patient, oh how cool is that. But it just allowed me a good rest for today - I haven't had a good sleep for ages. After Shabbos there was the party at one of those "Ukranian Hamlets" (to whom does the phrase truly belong? I doubt it would be P.), was fairly amusing, rather tiresome. Had converstions about Wong Kar-wai and Dostoevsky, later on about cats' names'. The I got hungry - small wonder after drinking grappa, vodka, home-made honey pálinka and champagne (one after another, no cocktails). Slept 2 hours and woke up to severe muscular pain and symptoms of dehydration and dropped levels of Na, Mg, Ca. Was an awful feeling. Had lunch at my grandma's and skipped the compulsory programme at Gödör (for me 80's is Erdély's installation titled A gondolat hadititok).
Monday I went to school for one poor and pitiable Lit. class, then came back home and completed the Dram. homework (though I didn't attend to the class), then returned books where they belonged, discovered that I ran out of pass-photos, persuaded my mom to buy a wool pullover and a striped shirt at Zara, tried on a skirt but didn't buy it, then dashed off to Prez's and shul. Stayed for dinner. I ate a lot. A lot means a huge portion of meat - huge mistake!
Tuesday school again, gave a talk about Japanese aestheticism and theater - and actually impressed Mr. F. I ran to the shul then and had lunch at rabbi Nógrádi's. In the afternoon we walked to the Chainbridge, had Tashlich then I came home. Huge mistake again! I had a fight with my beloved mother, wasn't pleasant at all. I feel sorta uneasy for my future. Let's skip the rest.
And today, aw today I slept and slept and slept, and made my last mistake for this period: I ate pasta for lunch. Shouldn't have to.
In the afternoon S. did visit me and the day was all bright and tender and happy again.
Tomorrow we'll go watch the bunraku play and after the tzom I'll eat a lot again. Aisu kriimu.
Am I still sane?