Since mamma mia went back to NZ, I have been home alone with the cats and some company from friends time to time. Living alone isn't much of a big deal for me, it gives me a little freedom to prance around the house how ever and when ever I want to, wearing what ever. Living alone also sparks some unknown territories in my brains and makes me almost tidy up after myself. I almost become a responsible adult. But no one is perfect, because even I have secretly been slacking on something: schoolwork.
In my new regime, I have learnt to delegate my work. In school, I use the time with no lessons, to do my tasks for courses and also do a bit (or a lot) of chatting and scrolling facebook. After school I run for the store, buy a cheap piece of bread and run for the bus, this is the warm-up for the wall climbing. After climbing for a few hours I take the bus to Helsinki and another to Myyrmäki. If I miss the buss, I eat in town, if not, I eat at home. When I get home it's about 9pm, so I only have enough time to take a shower, feed and play with the cats and go to bed.
The previous has been my regime for a few days now, but exam week is on the corner and a lot is going to change during it. I wonder, will I make it through a month without having a good break every once in a while? I'm glad to have Veera knocking on my door for company, she keeps me sane and feeds me. However, I don't have time to chat with my parents on Skype, not that I'd want to anyway: My computer is slower than my unnamed friend counting math, very slow, that is. Besides, I'm not really the happy family wave for the camera -type of a person. I did it when my mom was doing it, but It gets a bit boring by time.
Well, life in Home alone vol. 9(?) has been great fun so far. I get to take a shower in peace and use my mother's warmythingy (a scruffy old lumberjack-style blouse or what ever you should call it). Next Saturday I'm hosting a HUGE MEGA PARTY, so everyone is welcome to have an AWESOME time and throw stuff of the balcony. My address is: Nowayin H 311, 101101 Gohome. See ya there!!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Ms. Claustrophobia went fishing with Mr. Jet Lag on their Rocky Boat and caught Rabies.
Once upon a time there was a big boat. This boat was filled with all the loveliest creations of the world, like drunk teenagers and cheap booze. Life on the boat was peaceful, no drama, no embarrassing dancing or public humping in deck clubs nor any seasickness or bad ideas. Everyone got along perfectly and never argued about things people actually had not done. And never was anyone bored, or claustrophobic, just waiting for the boat to reach land in order to catch a plane home.
This was the boat I was not on a few weeks ago.
Of course there were some resemblances: Drunk teens and cheap booze.
After I returned from New Zealand, late on Thursday 25Th February, I had to get ready for another trip. The next day, on Friday, me and my year mates boarded a ship to Stockholm. Numerous attempts and successes of sneaking booze past security and onto the ship, took place on that historical day. Some had a straightforward approach to the booze problem, sneaking it in their bags and hoping they wouldn't get searched. Others took bigger precautions, or at least a bigger bra, to make sure their alcohol would get on the ship, or at least in their cleavage. A few innovative people probably just drank their alcohol before boarding the ship, a smart choice if you want to pass out in the first few hours and there by don't need to experience the true horrors of life on a Finnish cruise.
After all the mambojambo in the terminal, the boat was of to blue and yellow land, a place few Finnish people admit they like, at least not during the ice hockey world championships.
Life on the ship was quite the opposite to prior notions, but I took pride in not being in the center of it all. Truth be told, I spent most of the time feeling sick in my cabin. Later I feel that my share of partying mostly took place in my stomach, between Mr. Jet Lag and Mrs. Rocky Boat. A few successful attempts of having fun did succeed nevertheless, (like a small toga party I slipped into with my rumbling stomach and tired mind) but claustrophobia did creep into my mind more than once, I even thought about the ship sinking and about rabies, but more as a joke. However it made me think about taking a plane back from Sweden instead of boarding the ship again the next day.
As we know, flying isn't really in my price range, so that didn't work out, not after a trip like New Zealand. It didn't matter though, because after the little shopping spree in Stockholm, I was quite pumped up to get back on the ship. Not that I wanted to leave already, no, I could have shopped till I dropped, but unfortunately I still wasn't feeling very good. Stockholm was full of shops I wanted to visit, but didn't have enough time. Me, my friend Aya and another mate, walked mostly around Södermalm and Aya even purchased a big fur coat (No animals were harmed in making that coat though.) After a nice cup of cappuccino and a tasty pasta salad, we were heading back to the boat for a nap and some more drunk teen action later in the evening.
While on a cruise, time changes its meaning. No longer do people worry too much about what the time is. There's only buying from tax free time, wild partying time and passing out time. In the midst of all the party animals first dealing their drinks from fellow students of legal age and then going on the hunt for the starting location, me and Aya took some time off and made some brilliant ideas reality. We used about two hours for cutting my bangs. Aya did a very well detailed job, but it was a slow job, because I had to take short breaks every five minutes, making sure I wasn't going to throw up. The party in my stomach had got wilder since leaving Stockholm, and no pills were working.
With my new hairstyle I was encouraged to fight my feelings and went on the hunt for friends with Aya. I started feeling better by the hour, actually enjoying the cruise life and not feeling claustrophobic. In the end I managed to have a pretty good time and did not embarrass myself, result! A lot of drama and subject for gossip did take place on that cruise, but lucky for me, I wasn't involved.
This was the boat I was not on a few weeks ago.
Of course there were some resemblances: Drunk teens and cheap booze.
After I returned from New Zealand, late on Thursday 25Th February, I had to get ready for another trip. The next day, on Friday, me and my year mates boarded a ship to Stockholm. Numerous attempts and successes of sneaking booze past security and onto the ship, took place on that historical day. Some had a straightforward approach to the booze problem, sneaking it in their bags and hoping they wouldn't get searched. Others took bigger precautions, or at least a bigger bra, to make sure their alcohol would get on the ship, or at least in their cleavage. A few innovative people probably just drank their alcohol before boarding the ship, a smart choice if you want to pass out in the first few hours and there by don't need to experience the true horrors of life on a Finnish cruise.
After all the mambojambo in the terminal, the boat was of to blue and yellow land, a place few Finnish people admit they like, at least not during the ice hockey world championships.
Life on the ship was quite the opposite to prior notions, but I took pride in not being in the center of it all. Truth be told, I spent most of the time feeling sick in my cabin. Later I feel that my share of partying mostly took place in my stomach, between Mr. Jet Lag and Mrs. Rocky Boat. A few successful attempts of having fun did succeed nevertheless, (like a small toga party I slipped into with my rumbling stomach and tired mind) but claustrophobia did creep into my mind more than once, I even thought about the ship sinking and about rabies, but more as a joke. However it made me think about taking a plane back from Sweden instead of boarding the ship again the next day.
As we know, flying isn't really in my price range, so that didn't work out, not after a trip like New Zealand. It didn't matter though, because after the little shopping spree in Stockholm, I was quite pumped up to get back on the ship. Not that I wanted to leave already, no, I could have shopped till I dropped, but unfortunately I still wasn't feeling very good. Stockholm was full of shops I wanted to visit, but didn't have enough time. Me, my friend Aya and another mate, walked mostly around Södermalm and Aya even purchased a big fur coat (No animals were harmed in making that coat though.) After a nice cup of cappuccino and a tasty pasta salad, we were heading back to the boat for a nap and some more drunk teen action later in the evening.
While on a cruise, time changes its meaning. No longer do people worry too much about what the time is. There's only buying from tax free time, wild partying time and passing out time. In the midst of all the party animals first dealing their drinks from fellow students of legal age and then going on the hunt for the starting location, me and Aya took some time off and made some brilliant ideas reality. We used about two hours for cutting my bangs. Aya did a very well detailed job, but it was a slow job, because I had to take short breaks every five minutes, making sure I wasn't going to throw up. The party in my stomach had got wilder since leaving Stockholm, and no pills were working.
With my new hairstyle I was encouraged to fight my feelings and went on the hunt for friends with Aya. I started feeling better by the hour, actually enjoying the cruise life and not feeling claustrophobic. In the end I managed to have a pretty good time and did not embarrass myself, result! A lot of drama and subject for gossip did take place on that cruise, but lucky for me, I wasn't involved.
Monday, March 2, 2009
The list continues
1 minute ago I wrote a long blog about my trip to Sweden. And then i saved it. It was a pain trying to correct mistakes, since it always erased the letters after the mistake and I pretty much had to write the whole thing all over again to fix one spelling error. I couldn't auto correct either, forced to use my brain to figure out mistakes. What a bore. Well, life goes on and my list continues. I now declare internet exploder is also a part of internet servers I truly hate. It has been on my list for a long time. The name exploder, instead of explorer, came to use a whole lot of years ago (when I was 9) and was some what my brothers invention.
So, be happy or be sad, but my side of the rocking boat trip to blue and yellow land, will not be published for a while, because obviously internet exploder has some issues with it. So I'm not going to write it all again, not at least until I get home and open firefox.
So, be happy or be sad, but my side of the rocking boat trip to blue and yellow land, will not be published for a while, because obviously internet exploder has some issues with it. So I'm not going to write it all again, not at least until I get home and open firefox.
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