Two thousand and (who gives a fuck) thirteen

A blank page, a new beginning or just something I would call Bullshit. Within 24 hours the world will be celebrating the opening of a new year (2013 if you just woke up from a coma) and billions of promises and wishes will be made. I get the idea of wanting a Change but come on: let´s face it: most of you are just a bunch of idiots or my servants as I prefer to call you, so just lay down and see that you have already lost the game. But when normal people have probably been working on making themselves better in at least some sort of way not that any actual progress has taken place, I have reached a whole new level of laziness. I have stopped to give a single fuck. And mostly my education has had to take the hard hits of me not getting up from the bed in the morning.

And now you might think that my life has become more boring, because I haven’t been blogging much lately. At this moment so many things are going on in my life that I have considered getting a diary so that if I one day happen to become old and boring I might take look at the glorious days of my youth. But as I already mentioned, I’m lazy and I wouldn’t risk wasting my time on writing things with my bare hands (Note: bare hands should be pronounced with a massive amount of aggression).  Yes, so what could I tell you about my life without really exposing really anything? Firstly I think there is a great possibility that me, “the past anti-drugs person and anti-anything that could be thought as teenage behavior”, might become a future alcoholic and maybe fat, and also probably uglier. And saying this I’m not very pleased but as I am lazy I won’t be trying to get rid of any unhealthy habits. I have also discovered a really sad thing about myself, I might be heartless and I just deleted half of my text not completely bore you out with my “ I like to keep it real and just ignore all emotional drama and that crying is only allowed when watching my favorite characters dying on the Internet”

So I wish you all a happy fucking new year and hopefully you will be all making a hell of mess of your fabulous lives!

 

Two Crocodiles

 

Our journey began about 12 years ago. You had those two braids and you looked so innocent. Today looking back I wouldn’t exactly call you innocent, rather a Bitch with capital B. We have had a true love-hate relationship; sometimes we wanted to kill each other over an eraser and later cry over absolutely nothing and everything.  In the end we always made up our disagreements but only to start a new pointless fight after three weeks. The ugliest words have I dedicated to you, I have probably never been as mean to anyone else.

We both suck at expressing our emotions, we have never been one of those girls who gossip about who is the hottest boy or talk about who we have had a crush on. Instead have we had our little crazy world where any ordinary trip has turned into one hell of a mess.  If you only gave me a single look I knew exactly what you meant to say. Almost anyone who observes us while we have a conversation complains about how fucking fast we talk; it’s just that we both have so much to say that there wouldn’t be enough hours in a day left. We both have this irritating habit, no matter where we go we are always and always late. I might get late to my own funeral.

I can’t believe how we had anything to talk about those 9 years in elementary school that we were on same class and seeing each other every single day. You bastard followed me like a puppy and moved to same school as me on the sixth grade. I hated how you always had to go and shout out all of my embarrassing moments and make me look like retarded monkey. But I'm not the one who was a big fan of Amy Diamond. I felt so relieved when we both ended up in different high schools. But what if I had never met you , would I today be a different kind of person? 

You have heard all my stupid stories and so have I heard yours but still we keep telling them to each other. You still keep reminding me of that sharpener that I stole from school and I still can assure you with all of my heart that those birds which kept hiding from you were real. The first time I got drunk you were there and assured me that 3 ciders won’t kill me, at least not right away. When you got your first boyfriend I was there to laugh at you and making you feel uncomfortable.

 

I don’t really know how to explain us, but one thing is for sure; by all means nothing good can ever come of when we put our brains together.  Last existing proof of our intellectual level is from last weekend when we paid a high price to get into a club (OR I PAID SO YOU STILL OWE ME) practically  just to drink champagne in the bathroom and later finding a sneaky door that made us lock ourselves out in the freezing weather without having any coats.

We are so different; you could say we are the “Apples and Oranges”. Why do people even say like that, they are both fruits? Shouldn’t we instead say “Windows and Cakes”, I hope nobody eats windows.  Every time we have been asked whether we are best friends we have both shrugged, but if a monster would now happen to take all the Mudcakes from the world away from me if I wouldn’t acknowledge our friendship, I might say that you are my best friend.

 We are the crocos and you will always be my croco, we might not see each other for years in the future but I know everything will be like the old days when we meet again.  But remember, within a year our biggest adventure will begin.

Even when you’re 98 and ready to get rid of me, you will always be my crazy Bitch.

 

 

18 years ago an awesome person was born...

Finally I can walk in to a liquor shop and actually buy booze. And I can join my buddies whenever they go to a bar. Okay that just made me sound like such an average teenager. But I'm a practical person and I like buying things on my own. People often wonder whether turning eighteen makes you feel any different. Miracles happen. Today I had my last test of the whole damn High School, and of course it was on my birthday and what made everything even more great was that the test was a math test.  So what was the miracle? WELL I FUCKING UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING AND I MIGHT LIKE GET REALLY GOOD IN THE TEST, AND OMG, I ALMOST STARTED TO CRY DURING THE TEST BECAUSE OF REASONS: I'M A FUCKING SASSY SMARTASS.

 

 Too bad it had to take me 18 years to become smart…  Here is my new attitude song:

I'm lazy and I don't feel like blogging

Everything make sense now

PS. I have a secret.

Only their words count

I find it fantastic when there is some real conversation going on during class. Thinking out of the box is always healthy and interesting, BUT in my school 90 percent of the mouths being opened are owned by douchebags with absolute no respect. Just because they use fancy vocabulary while talking doesn’t give them a right to laugh at people who represents their opinions without any “cool” rhetorical tricks. Shouldn’t it be important that even that shy kid takes the courage to bring a new viewpoint into the conversation? Obviously not, all they care about is that they end up looking smart.

In life you have to take space, assholes won’t be giving it for free. As cliché as it sounds the world is pure evil, and if you let them, they will push you down in the basement. Even I, who couldn’t care less what most people feel about me and my decisions, feel kind of unconscious when 20 people stare angrily at me while I try my best to express my opinions. I fucking hate the fact that I blush easily, and it makes me feel like a fool. But even though people have always tired to turn me down I won’t be silenced..

 Peace. I have spoken.

 

 

这是星期五的母狗

 Officially the most awesome day of the week.  Every single Friday I get excited. Monday to Thursday I’m like fuck this shit, and on the fifth day I’m like fucking YEEES. All the knowledge of knowing that two mornings, I can wake up whenever I wish, I can be a computer geek 24/7 or additionally be social with friends and best of all is there NO SCHOOL to screw up my brains. Today a few things made my day; firstly getting E’s in both English and Finnish Exams; for once the luck was on my side, I bet someone had to die for my happiness. And then I remembered that only those who wish to get an even deeper insight in Math in the already advanced course have a lesson today, everyone else could begin the weekend at noon. But then again I might be the only one who didn’t show attendance.  The math geeks are as known, filled with madness.

Lastly I like to announce this question, or rather statement: Isn’t it just superb that Friday eventually comes every single week?

And here is a kickass song:

Foodalicious

I have eaten so much today that I can hardly move. Even this deadly important message is written in my bed, in a weird position to keep all the food steadily in my stomach. Jesus, I didn't have to overreact, and try to compensate what I didn't eat on Culture Carnival. So yes, my appetite is back and so is my round belly...

Other people eating:




And then there is me..

An update from the jungle

I'm not dead. But I have lost my appetite and that tells a lot. Few hours ago I called  an ambulance, and hopefully she is breathing. People are strange, they ignore me and after not talking to me even once, they put 3 cupcakes in my face. While sitting alone and observing Redrama perfome a girl says that she has never seen me as happy. When I try to laugh at her rubbish sarcasm, she explains how my eyes even sparkle of joy and I realize that she is dead serious. The worst "customer" of Culture Carnival goes to you who on four occasions bought retro t-shirts and apparently thought that the whole family back home need at least one shirt for every day of the year. And I'm terribly sorry that you didn't get that XL t-shirt for you father, XXL would have been waaay to big.  And if anyone wonders: the t- shirts were 2€ each.  If you're a 13 year-old-boy I can give you a precious advice; don't try to hit on me and especially don't tell me in advance of your intensions. In five hours I will be in the kitchen and helping them to create a mess.... Now the hard floor wants to sleep with me. 

 

Laters!

OBAMA!

 

 

Last night I slept for staggering 33 minutes. It was my responsibility to assure that Mitt FUCKING Romney wouldn't win the elections. And when Obama tweeted of his re-election I fell down to the floor and began doing weird movements rated R. Someone might wonder why a person living in Finland would care so much about US politics. Firstly because of the great impact that United States, has on the world and secondly, because no reasonable human being would want a guy, who doesn't give a fuck about people’s health especially if they happen to poor, and finally has shown the world how to not think about human rights. If you didn’t like Romney’s plan for the future one day, you could always come back another day and find the plan changed to be more acceptable. Nobody needs a president who only has strong opinions but no hard fact to surround the valuations, “because God” isn’t an argument worth the time.

And no I’m not trying to make Obama look like an angel and I sure can see that mistakes has happened in the past, but we all have to remember in what a tricky situation Obama was left in after Bush and his awesome team had fucked up the economy. Also to top that crap, so came the enormous depression making unemployment common throughout the globe.    

And even if I today can sleep peacefully I wouldn't mind building that airplane for Romney that he so desperately wants. I believe he would enjoy the flight while rolling down the windows and fading into space and never returning back...

 

 

 

 

COCK

I was just added to a group on Fb called "groupsex"... Well apparently it's the page for the staff at Culture Carnival. So with my earlier doubts about these staff people, I just got my confirmation of the obvious suffocation that will occur next week. The worst part is their comments on the page; ”The weekend is on its way! What is your plans for the lovely weekend???" Yes. I would love to share my life with you, and hopefully you will find your way  to my blog and see how much I aDORE you.....

Facepalm

I called my friend’s drawings terrible without having the knowledge that she had in fact drawn them. I saw the picture from up-side-down and thought it was some abstract shit. Jesus I felt awful and of course I just laughed a lot. The funny thing was the fact that the drawing was actually pretty cool. Fuck I hate my big MOUTH (not literally, because in real life situations I have difficulties in fitting a Big mac in my mouth)...

The A-student

My last lesson in school was supreme. I watched a movie with the help of my Ipad and I completely forgot being among high IQ-students and I probably laught at very appropriate moments. So the highlight was when I found myself alone in the classroom, the lesson was already over. On my way out of the classroom the teacher came back and said that I he hadn't noticed me when he was checking out who had attended his class, well he was right; in my mind I was absent and far-off in the horisont....

One plus one equal two

Not one, as you might wish. Alert of me being serious and maybe, a bit angry. I suppose I have thought about this quite a while, I have just not been able to express myself. Today when I visited my dearest website Facebook I noticed that one of my “friends” had posted this particular quote by Marilyn Monroe; "Being single doesn't mean you're weak, it means you're strong enough to wait for what you deserve"  and the post had over 50 likes, mainly by girls of course. This got me pissed off. I mean why would being single mean that you are weak in first place? I was hoping that we didn´t need some dead person to remind girls of something obvious. Monroe had the right to say what she said, but everyone should realize that she lived in a completely different kind of world where girls were expected to get married young and stay home with the children.

It is true that the media and some idiots are trying hard to point out that there is something wrong with us if we are incapable of finding the true love. I blame the Romantic fucking movies of letting girls have an idea of love where everything has a happy ending...  Guess what? There is no such thing as eternal love, maybe towards food but not within a relationship. Just take a look at your parents; are they all blinded by one another?  Didn´t think so either.

When girls see a pretty girl with her Oh- so-perfect-boyfriend, they usually think that if they were as pretty or as hilarious as the girl they could have a life similar. Bullshit, it’s even a miracle that two people meet and happen to like each other and on top of that are able to express how they feel

 I am aware of me being, as always, negative and cold and whatever. But what I am trying to say is that we shouldn´t be waiting for a better future to just jump into our arms.  Instead of imagining some unrealistic fairy tale in your heads you should be honest to the person who most deserves it, YOU! Don´t look in the mirror feeling sorry about you and wasting time on someone who obviously doesn´t give fuck of your existence. Yes, I´m harsh but the most of the time people don´t spend time thinking about you. The thing is that we have to believe in the importance of ourselves and understand that life isn’t about finding, but about creating ourselves.

The next time that friend of my grandma or the weird guy in the supermarket asks me why I don’t have a boyfriend I won´t be all “Well I don´t know” and act all awkward I will ask the person why he didn´t eat donkey for breakfast.

Great things happen when we least expect them, but also bad things follow the same pattern.

 

New HAIR

So I was sick and tired of my messy hair.. I just looked like a troll so I decided to go short. And well now it´s very short.... At least now the hair will dry quicker, very practical would I say when I´m always late..


                          BEFORE:

AFTER:

I came, you came, we all came...

 I had my first time. At the very beginning I was a bit suspicious after hearing a lot of rumors about how it would really feel like.  

My friends told me to not be afraid. They convinced me that it was going to be a great experience, but I still needed time to think. When I felt that I was ready for it, there was no turning back.  The moment I made my first move, changed my life, there couldn´t have been a better satisfaction. Now, I can proudly announce that I´m in love with the taste of cheese cake.

Saturday, yesterday or the day before today was great. I and my friends had a party that consisted of us jumping barefoot outside on the porch, having the 10 seconds challenge of drinking as much as possible (later leading to a massive urgency to visit the bathroom), laying on the floor and working out our neck muscles, laughing our asses off, dancing normally, analyzing whether it´s worse to fart or burp... And of course was a lot of food involved. Sangria is btw very tasty.

 But before I got my soul and body to the party I managed step in dog shit, which pretty much destroyed my beloved shoes.

My stupidity also brought itself to light when I decided to try on for the first time a BB-cream. Firstly had I no idea what the cream was or how it should be used so I just assumed that it was normal foundation. In the bus I noticed that my whole face was orange whereas my neck was pale.

People´s reactions were as equally bad as my face. Some dude almost fell because of seeing overwhelming beauty.

 

True Love

It´s weird how, everything becomes so utterly interesting when you´re supposed to be doing homework. The past hour I spent listening to poems on Youtube, and yes you weren’t hallucinating while reading that. My favourite poem was a love letter from a toothbrush to a bicycle tire. In other words; highly inspiring and creative.

Mad world

When I on my own initiative took the garbage outdoors, found my dad an excellent moment to point out the historical moment of his daughter actually not being a hopeless case, of course didn't those thoughts last very long, since he continued with asking if I had gone insane.

In my household, will the small deeds get you into trouble.

Wanted Dead or Alive

I´m back in the civilization, and hardly am I alive after spending 26 hours in Karis. By body is already shaken of thought that I will be going back there within a month.

My attitude is extremely suitable for being a staff as my positivity is obvious at every awaken hour. I have never been active in any school events, so I must have been seriously fucked up that morning when I claimed for this duty.  They expect me to be 24/7 such a tolerant, smiling, understanding, person filled with love and passion towards anything that possible is a living creature. When failing this super easy task am I going to be labelled as a bully with a heart of cucumbers.

The other staffs just loved playing millions of “get-to-know-each-other”-games, and me not so much. I´m not really a huge fan of screaming “HU-HA-HE” at strangers or holding hands while doing splits. Also am I confused what is really is socially accepted? At least have I found out that it´s okay to throw a ball in my head when I don´t light up for the idea in participating in games.

One more confusing thing happened when chitchatting with the other people.   

It felt like being interviewed when questions rained on me, “What type of music do you prefer?” “How do you spend your spare time”  “What different languages do you speak?” “What are your plans for the future?” I wouldn´t have been surprised if they had asked for my favorite colour or if I am even a human. Do people have installed some always-ask-these-questions or what?

The whole weekend felt like being in a kindergarten; you would think that one or two year’s younger folks aren´t that bad…The worst part was that I was unable to understand their humour, which is a quite accomplishment when I practically laugh at every single dumb joke.

The night was a real horror-movie. I froze to death in my red fleabag on the hardest floor ever made while breaking my bones. In the morning we were the last ones refusing to wake up to the even colder world outside the bag. The boys in our room were so worried of us getting late to a meeting and sure of us failing to make us ready within 10 minutes that they had to put the damn lights on and shouting out the minutes left.

I and my friend must have looked astonishing when jumping up from our bags with our hair pointing out to every direction and our faces all swollen up. Unlike the boys, didn´t we have any problems with missing the whole  lifetime lasting show in front of the mirror. I just wonder why everyone is so damn obsessed by looking so great all the time, I mean it was Sunday after all... In the rush I even changed my clothes in front of them all, well entertainment is always guaranteed wherever I am…

 

Being normal is abnormal

Different feelings have rushed through me today. Waiting for the subway, in the middle of  the crowd; feeling everything, not sure if I wanted to cry, laugh or something in-between.  I was fascinated by passersby’s stories; a teenage boy convinced by his co-workers craziness, a hobo announcing his free speech… and then the cute little girl who told his father about “Emma” who always says ok instead of okay for the reason to be able say things faster. Usually would I find myself irritated by people who just talk waaay to loud in public, but yeah I don´t know… You guys can´t allow me to write these words; now I should focus on the delicious mud cake in front me.

Yesterday I and Lisa had a mission. We were about to visit a zoo, only had it been closed for two hours when we arrived.  Well no alpacas and monkeys did we meet, poor animals.

Hearing that New Yorker is coming to Finland was cool; until I found out it comes to Hyvinkää, like do people even live there? Well according to Wikipedia 45 thousand inhabitants have lost their way to settle down there. I´m sure Romney is behind this. I blame him for everything, most definitely for the fact that my coke-drink is rapidly disappearing.

Sometimes I find myself so damn alone, not because of lack of amazing friends but from me lacking the ability to even know what to tell my friends. You can´t like go “hey I have all these feelings” without having a reasonable explanation like that my dad got killed by zombies.

But because we all are such selfish biatches we tend to forget that everyone goes through some sort of struggles. We are all alone in the world, but we are alone together. Wuhu, what a relief!

“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly” –Morticia Addams

Free the Feelings on Friday is the correct answer. This terrible river of sensitiveness is thank God only temporary. Tomorrow I will be regretting posting this online.

Ps, My dear mum surprised me again with a gift. Let´s see if you can guess what it´s supposed to represent..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And no it isn´t a ladybug gone crazy. Actually it´s a perfume by Marc Jacobs.  Who would have thought?

Old fashioned girl

Here is me with my coke. I wanted to buy something overly crazy, so I bought a bottle made of glass..

It´s autumn bitches!

I can´t believe that it´s already October! Last time I checked it was summer and now within two months or so it will be time for Christmas shopping, oh that lovely stress.

First things first; this very weekend I´m going to spend my precious time in Karis, in a little, quite pointless town (my blessings for everyone who lives there).  And there I will be learning how to be a responsible staff member, to later make the kids at an event called Culture Carnival feel safe and secure in my arms (yak). The funny thing is that these “kids” may be older than me. Well I have my weapons; not everyone stands almost 1.8m above the ground and is very muscular after all the mudcake-eating. So I´m anxiously waiting to meet the other staffs, thank god for the fact that one of my friends joins me. I´m guessing that I will be very amused, by the smart people I´ll meet; as always.

Yesterday I should have been doing a test but the idea of spending the day in bed, reading Hunger Games was far more tempting. Today I was legally all day home and tomorrow will be as glamorous.

Btw, I´m seriously worried about you people who keep reading my posts, aren´t you supposed to make the world a place where unicorns fly free?

 

 

I want people to like things i like, or no i don´t because they’re my things...

krokodiler

Det här ett exklusivt meddelande för er som kan svenska eller litar på  Google Translates förmågor. Nämligen finns det två jännän bloggar som jag skall rekommendera för er; den första är http://rodeo.net/niotillfem/ , en ärlig och känsloväckande blogg, den andra är min kaveris; http://mokiiis.wordpress.com/ , en både humoridtisk och tidvis lite deppig blogg..

PS, I just ate fries with ketchup. Yesterday was a lot of fun, only me falling in the escalators was tragic for my face....

eRrOr

Fb was down, and NO fucks were given. I was behind it. Hopefully you enjoyed the freedom. But real errors happened this evening, numerous amount of awkwardness in other words and no ways for fixing it. Meeting people, people you have tried to forget that they even existed. Well the universe is as usual not on my side.

Free Plastic Surgery

There are people who have found my blog through an anti-aging site... Well like I said in my blog-description am I actually 92-years-old.  I’m willing to share my secret recipes and help everyone to look as young and fresh as I look in this weird 17 year girl, the only problem is that I´m not quite sure if you have to be first a muffin, or will a mortal human-body do the trick.

PS, don´t be so hard on yourself, everybody can´t be as fabulous as I am.

Walla walla

WELL, nothing overly dramatic has happen. Fun had a surprisingly good stage-energy, Walk the Moon gave (me) an awesome gig, including a dirty face when one of the band members put paint on my face : D Today I ate mudcake while watching an oppressive movie "The Last House on the Left", it was great film but I kinda lost my appetite.

 

PS. Here is a pic after the gig of me, Lisa and the lead vocalist Nicholas Petricca of Walk the Moon. Yapp as you may see I was a bit sweaty of all the singing and dancing ;D

Monday: Happy Day

Yes. It was a successful day. No sarcasm involved.

I ended up spending the day in the city with K because I only had one hour of school. K and I had breakfast the sequel at McDonald´s and lunch at Hesburger, while also having very interesting discussions of weird levels. Later my friend L called and announced that tomorrow I will go on a gig and not just any gig but FUN and WALK THE MOON´s gig... JESUS this is awesome...

All Kinds of Candy

I have found a new target to obsess about: m&m´s peanut candies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Ps, I pretty much died while watching Joseph Gordon-Levitt strip on Saturday Night Live, and that´s why I honored him to function as my header.

 

Note: I refusing to hoover at home could cause a dreadful outcome, so if I disappear existing on the Internet I may have been killed... by my mum...

Letting go

I often find myself thinking about the past.  Thinking about how great something felt, how happy I was. Sometimes I think about what if, what if I would have done things differently would today be better.  Reliving moments can at times be a blast, but it can also make us sad. I have come to the conclusion that all this has to stop.  Couple weeks ago I watched a documentary that told the story of people living in the jungle that spoke a unique language; it had no past tense.  I like that. That´s why I have decided to start focusing in this moment.  Maybe I will also let go of the anger inside of me, being angry requires a lot of energy, energy that could be used for being satisfied.  Right now I´m enjoying the storm, thunderstorms always cheers me up...

DUCKFACE

OMG! (yes If you were in my position you would also use similar expressions ) I checked on the internet to see the pics that had been taken in school, and fuck I look stupid. I mean how the hell did I manage to do duckface? -.-

And no, you will not get the orginal colored version, not even if I die...... One question, why did they put a © on the pic,  I would at least be ashamed to be the photographer...

Ps. It´s friday so byeeeeee I´m heading off to the city...

Jesus has returned

My mum was using her enormous power and sent me outdoors, where it rained dinosaurs down. I didn´t have to walk for only a few minutes before I fell down to the ground as a result of my dogs refusing to walk forward. (And yes; my balance is fucked up... ) So then I obviously figured that my dogs were done with the shitty weather. NO! They had noticed a beggar slash Jesus, sitting on the top of a car. But when I took a closer look it was my neighbor’s son. Welcome to my hoods!

Freeeeeeeeeeedom

School, the place where all you can think about is

1. before noon: food, the hope of actually getting something tasteful

2. after lunch: the perfection of being home

 Well tomorrow I will fulfill my badass status by staying in bed, and not going to school. This will probably lead me to the fountain of ideas. Food will of course stay  deeply scratched in my soul, but the two other thoughts will only be a distant memory.  Okay so it´s not the first time that I´m skipping school, but sure the first time when I´m not going to come with a reason for my decision.

I have already used all of these excuses: sick, kind of sick, not really sick but still allergic to school, tired, phone´s ability to not waking me up, tired, being a nerd and staying home to study but still end up being on tumblr and just traditionally sleeping in.

So why am I informing you about all this, no idea.

Now to the second part of the post. My irritation to this kind of use of Tumblr:

 

Yeah it is veeeeery artistic....

 

The thing is that I can´t stand hipsters. Obviously will no one admit being one, but if you are a hipster stay away from Tumblr. I couldn´t care less about your so called cool music style that you just found on your own.

What I need, is an explanation to the reason why they keep reblogging hour after hour, day after day a piece of clothing or a nice view. NOOOO they are using it all wrong. The dashboard should consist of awesome fandom greatness. And no, I will not reveal any closer details, if you don´t understand then you should stay stupid or cupid or something.

 Finally can I say that I will not log on to tumblr tomorrow, there will be no need for such a thing. I´m already logged in, and I have no plans in leaving this computer for the next 24 hours.

Fail

Make up doesn´t enjoy my company. After pretty much failing my English exam, I decided  for once to buy a  mascara. (Don´t ask for logic here) Well so I bought a Phyto Mascara Ultra Stretch (deep brown) by Sisley (the name doesn´t make any sense for me either).  This was what the seller recommended,  or more like pushed me to take. Yeah of course since the price was really tempting. So I just spended fuckin 47 euros on black, sorry brown shit. Well to make this better; another mascara was waiting for me in my room. Like where does mum get her ideas. So now I have two.


There they are, aren´t they beautiful? Ps, ignore the crisps in the background.

 

My reaction.

Stressss

DAMN... Tomorrow it begins; 6 hours of writing the English matriculation exam. Hopefully I will not get a blackout. One thing is for sure; there will be a lot of food on my desk. Sandwiches, chocolate, coke, water, chocolate and more deliciousness. Now I should drag my ass to bed..

See  u all!

And here is a little superb song:

Christmas is here!

Just a fast update. Apparently the tattoo on my forehead hasn´t vanished. I was just out with my dogs and suddenly a group of people were gathered in the middle of the road. There was a guy who had a huge branch in his hands. He tried to hit on me by claiming that the branch was a christmas tree and that I should join them to the city and later on apply after high school to his school. I had a quite hard time get rid of this handsome but drunk guy.  Thank god I didn´t give him my number... :D


I looove this song:

Hey peasants!

Thinking about yesterday, I´m quite sure that I had All weirdoes apply tattooed on my forehead.  Everything started with me baking muffins and mixing vodka with coke and afterwards meeting up with my friend A in the metro.  For some reason the alcohol rose pretty fast in both our heads, and the “fun” could begin.  In downtown we walked around in the so called hurricane weather, which made our hair go all crazy and I started shouting out to the strangers.  Later on I called my two other friends K and M to join us.

As the vodka drastically started to decrease its existence, we decided to go and buy some more booze.  In one of Kamppi´s (a shopping centre) grocery stores, the first weirdoes showed up.

We had picked our alcohol, I went with the safe choice of strawberry-lime Upcider, and yes; this information will be relevant later on.  Two guys, one bald and one with eyeliner on, asked K something about her shoes. Then the eyeliner-guy asked me if could recommend something to drink. Do I look like a specialist, or what? After me answering that I had no clue, he just randomly asked me if I had boyfriend. Strange subject change is what I would call it.  For a Nano second I was flattered but when he asked me why I didn´t have one I kind of got furious so I just left.  (I will do a new post related to this subject).  Everyone was starving so we planned to go to a REAL restaurant. But of course we ended up in the junk-Foodland.

Once we were in McDonalds, and A had abandoned us for her bf, M started telling awesome stories that didn´t make any kind of sense. I and K couldn´t stop laughing. In the opposite table two guys in suits had appeared. 

They began to stare at us and it looked like they were judging our loud spirit. Hello if you can afford a Tiger suit, I guess you can go instead to a fancy restaurant where annoying teenagers’ don´t exist.  As they had finished their food, one of the “gentlemen” came over to me. I can’t remember the exact words, but he said something like this; that cider that you´re drinking, you are worth better! I couldn´t quit laughing, I was so sure that he was going to say that he is cop and that underage drinking is wrong. Well then I said that I like the taste of it, at least after the vodka mix that tasted like cough drops.  The best part was when he asked if he could recommend something better.  According to him I should have put frickin 20 euros on some Rum. When I told him that as student you don´t simply put all your money on alcohol, he took out his wallet, not to give me money as I thought but to prove me that he also was a student. After that he said he was done with me, and he continued with the other dude to the toilet. My theory is to have hot gay sex.

On my way home some guy jumped in front of me in the middle of street and scared the hell out of me. He said hello and asked for my name.  To sum everything up, I would say that yesterday was confusing.

PS, Sorry for the extremely long post.  (Or no I´m not thaat sorry)

 

God is certainly playing with me

Somehow I just knew that this day wasn´t worth waking up to. In the early morning my training bag decided to spread its contents all over the train station.  A lot of help was given by the great number of people ignoring my presence by walking over my things. Then again in the train an over weighted woman choose to sit on me, not beside me.

 At school lunch “moussaka” was served with both darker and lighter shades of staff member´s hair. Feeling like an idiot I continued walking around with my training bag, which is by no lies told a size of an elephant; obliviously I bumped into every third pillar and person.  Before my workout I went to a library, bringing with me huge amount of food. Apparently the smart people didn´t appreciate my way of trying to peel mandarins. Strange, I always thought only liquid coming out lemon, made people moody.  Other catastrophic details from this day are better to be untold so that you avoid mental craziness and I again avoid paying for your therapy session.  One good thing though happened; a homeless guy played on his guitar which made my day.  His positive attitude got me thinking that I really should work on my own attitude.

 

Yours….

Feeling Like a Rag doll

¡Hola!

My parents went to the countryside, and left me home alone in civilization. Poor me. Tomorrow I will go and watch Magic Mike with my cousin.  (Whoops, I´m such a badass for breaking my first blog-rule) I have no idea what the movie is about, only knowing that Channing Tatum is shirtless is enough.

Today I borrowed 5 novels that I will probably not read, sadly because of my laziness. The reason to my library visit was my little life crisis. I´m kind of disappointed in myself. Irritated by the fact that I never put my heart into any schoolwork and I always begin working on a project in the very last minute. Okay, so I have been told that school shouldn’t be your whole life, well I have taken that part a bit too serious. It´s not that I get bad grades; on paper everything actually looks great.  But then again I have never been a number obsessed person; my own judgment of how good I really did is what matters. If my instinct tells me that I have no idea about the facts in a subject, I really don´t handle the subject, I just have the ability to trick the teachers with my stories.

 Ignoring my math skills, I usually do well in tests.  I´m still chill with failed accomplishments, but doing a plain performance is what bothers me. Feeling average is I guess the worst feeling; I rather want to suck than be bland. I´m a bit ashamed to say this, but to be honest, I´m jealous of those people who are geeks and ready to study like hell. I´m quite sure, that my attitude will get in the way of reaching my dreams, that aren´t even clear for me yet. The cream of smartasses is noticed and so are the stupid assholes, but what about us normal[1] and lame creeps?

 

Fuck this angst, and let´s listen to this awesome piece of music!

 

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[1] normal is not a word to be used in description of me