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...