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...