I'm packing.
My train will leave Keleti at 13:10.
I'll be home at 6pm.

I'm not sad at all.
I think I've had enough Budapest for a while.
Looking forward to seeing my parents again.

And Silvio.

(miss him so much)

boah.
I'm tired. a little bored.
And I can hardly breathe.
My lungs are... slow... somehow. heavy.
and I feel like not getting enough air.

oh oooooooooooh ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!!
(I know where I will spend the weekend)

I like this flat ( Read more... )

It's cold. 14°C/57F. I want it to be warm. on the weekend.
I will be outside all the time. It's Decathlon-weekend.
I'm freezing. In Budapest. I don't want to know what it will be like in Vienna. Weatherforecast says at least 2 or 3 degrees lower than here.

I like to wear headscarves. Especially when the weather is chilly and my hair is wet. Today I was at the sportsplace in the morning, to do a little final training for next weekend's decathlon. And after that I had a shower and washed my hair. so I hobbled back to University wearing a scarf ( Read more... )

It was Dominik who said this. Not me. But he's right ( Read more... )

meeting people ( Read more... )

Work wasn't so lucky today and so we cancelled the experiement at 3pm ( Read more... )

I'm working in one room with a woman who listens to the Hungarian version of "Radio Oberösterreich" and all those terribly bad partly english, partly hungarian coverversions of Beatles, Eros Ramazotti, Elvis, etc. are slowly turning my brain into some sort of creamy cheese that has been in the sun for too long ( Read more... )