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...