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

Slavery

Say bye bye to Tuesday och  tisdag ja tiistai und Dienstag.... 

On this very day, every Senior-student in my school had an own freshman slave. Mine bought me a mudcake and coke, which gave me faith in today’s youth.  For the first time after Rome, my highest high heels ended up on my feet and I can assure you that the sight must have been horrific.  

Because of the love of Mother Nature I´m already 1, 77 m (5, 9 feet), and my choice of shoes only made me feel like a skyscraper, in middle of the countryside.  To add height, I styled my hair to give me an extra meter. Well, to look at the brightside I didn´t fall, not even once.

After partying hard at my school I have returned home to my soft geek-chair and now I´m enjoying the leftovers of the cake... 

Sincerely, Anza

Drama Queens Kings

Okay so I just logged in to Facebook. The webpage that is usually is utterly boring, besides all the "My life sucks comments" + "I love u honey sugar pie foreeeeever<3<3<3<3<3<3” after a 2 weeks of dating and the following comments after the huge breakup, Fb hardly never provides me with entertainment. My smartass year class impressed me big time; they decided to put up with a fight, on our senior-group FB. In normal cases I would avoid drama, but as I´m not part of it, why not enjoy it. Some guy was pissed off by the arrangements of the senior class calendar, which is practically a calendar filled with half naked boys. Poor guy didn´t get to be a photo model, quite tragic for his future career dreams. Within an hour, over 70 comments had appeared.  To be honest I didn´t feel for reading all of them, but according to this discussion my schools boys are ready to fight for a modeling opportunity. Somehow this seems quite weird. I think Tyra Banks should come to our school and have her show here instead.  Finland´s next top desperate model boy would probably be a huge success.  All this drama at the early hours of the day..