You don't get what you deserve.
You get what you take.


Monday, 26 March 2012

Off to Paris!

From here.... (picture taken yesterday)

To here! (picture taken August 2009)
I'm sure it comes as a total surprise that I'm going to PARIS tonight! Or technically, I'm just going to London tonight and tomorrow to Paris. But anyway. Luckily today the whole universe has been against me, so the rest of the trip has to be amazing.

I'll be back next week!

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Think locally, fuck globally.

Ah, waking up without hangover, legs extremely soar from too much jumping after an amazing party. You know it's going to get weird when rubber animal masks enter the party before the second drink is finished. I've slept four hours last night and I'm full of energy right now which is kind of creepy. I hate that I can't get my room dark anymore because the shades do nothing and apparently I've forgotten how to sleep when it's light.

Otherwise, this week I've just waited time to pass. I'm so excited of Paris, and it's only 3 days away! Though before that there's the 13 hours bus drive to London... I need to pack up a whole suitcase full of food so I don't mess up my blood sugar like last time two years ago. I don't want to end up throwing up in a trash in the middle of London on Tuesday morning. After tonight's work shift I can focus on packing and being all hyper about it.

We realised with Ragnhild that we've been living together for too long, since we're starting to complete each others sentences and we can start the same sentence on exact same time to each other. I think that soon we can just stop talking because we'll know what we mean anyway. I'll see how it's going to go with the guys next year... For those of you unaware, I'm moving in with three Finnish guys for next academic year, because it's A LOT cheaper and closer to uni. And luckily Ragnhild got already new roommate for next to year to practise telepathy with.

Also, why does my "Morning detox"-tea taste like tequila? We shouldn't have any..

Tune from last night:
Ah, good times!

Monday, 19 March 2012

Rollin' just to keep on rollin'.

Now that I've gotten mainly over that creeper from Saturday, I can get back to my normal life.

On Sunday it was such a lovely day that we went to beach with Ragnhild and got some ice cream while watching the waves. In the evening I went to Liisi's to watch two Bond-movies, and now I'm back regretting for not taking that Intelligence course. Spies are just so cool! Especially having Evert and Ross narrating the framework while watching those movies. Also, Quantum of Solace, not so great. At least it had kept the core values of Bond-movies, which are sexism and racism.

We have Spring in our kitchen! Also, a cat living with the plant.

I've managed to get this wonderful tousled look from the pool water. It stays as long as I won't brush my hair.

I have felt really bad for quite some time for neglecting one society where I used to be really active and what is still really close to my heart. It took me a long time to realise that it's because of the other people involved with it this year. They have their own group and it's really hard to get in to that group and thus be part of the society. And to be fair, I don't really even want to get in to that group, but it's impossible to be a part of the society and do anything outside them. I heard today that luckily I'm not the only one thinking this way and luckily there are other things for me to do anyway. It's just weird to realise that just a couple of people can prevent me from doing what is really important to me, though I'm sure it's not their aim. At least I've got more time for other things now :P Anyway, after Wednesday starts my Easter Break!

Ah, Mark Lanegan is one of my new loves..

Sunday, 18 March 2012

The Creep.

The title inspired me only because it happened to be St. Paddy's yesterday, not because I think that I can pretend to be an Irish for a day or that I idolise catholic saints.

I had gotten myself ready for some horrible busy night especially because the whole day was so beautiful and it was not a surprise that people would start drinking soon, especially because it was the last games of Six Nations-rugby. Luckily it never got as busy as I was afraid of, but there were some extremely creepy people, besides those normal "fans"(/stalkers), who luckily are harmless.

One man first came to me, telling that his young friend would like to get to know me, which is nothing special yet. When I went to meet his friend, had a little chat and politely declined (I'm still not feeling comfortable setting a date when at work), I thought that that was it. The older guy came back to me, telling how "WE would really much like you to join our company... If you have any time available. My friend really liked you and WE would really much like to have you join us... if you want. For any kind of company...". It would have been normal (in the way that it doesn't differ too much from what else I hear at work), but how he emphasised the plural, it wasn't too hard to guess what he meant. And he didn't let it go before they left, which left me feeling extremely uneasy. I think that I need to take many extremely long showers before I can get this dirty feeling out of me. I don't know if I'm overreacting, but I feel kind of violated. I think that my biggest problem is the fact that it wasn't just some drunk slip, but a well thought trough proposal (for example, apparently "the other girls.. they're completely different. They're not what I'm looking for"). Brr.

Luckily I had a great day before work, having a picnic with some friends in Seaton Park.

I had to get this out of my system somewhere since my roommate is asleep already :D

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

On water.

I don't know why I feel like I need to dedicate a whole post for this issue, but I've noticed that it's so close to my heart that I might as well write about this. I'm so proud of myself, it's the third week when I've managed to get to go to the pool regularly (which is also why I can now announce that)! If getting back to my beloved sport wasn't good enough excuse, the reflection of me in the mirror sitting down was it.

Anyway, starting swimming again after years of avoidance, I don't know what kept me away from it so long. When I'm in water I understand why it is such an important element for me. I know that I have spoken to all of my friends about this and mentioned it a few times in here as well, but I HAVE TO have running water close by where ever I live in. I think that this is one of the main reasons why I was not really happy in New Mexico, Being in the middle of desert felt suffocating, and because of the high altitude, I couldn't even escape the feeling in the university's pool because my circulation didn't work properly up there.

Everytime I go to the beach here or to a bridge or riverside at home, I get such a calm feeling, no matter how anxious or stressed I was. I feel so relieved and relaxed when I'm breathing the sea breeze, I could spend hours on the beach or watching a fast stream. It doesn't matter whether the sea is calm or ferocious. Both work quite in the same as music. It is quite weird how strong impact one element has on me.

I noticed that when I'm swimming, it doesn't feel like I'm exercising, in the same way is going to a gym. It feel almost like the most natural thing ever to be in the water. Swimming feels like something I'm supposed to do and need to keep doing. I'm definitely not saying that I'm a good swimmer, it has been almost 10 years since I did swimming more seriously, but that swimming just feel so natural to me. I have no performance pressure because I know that I'm doing it just for my own good.

Anyone else passionate about water or any other elements?
The pictures are representing some Icelandic water sources.

Sunday, 11 March 2012


Key points of this week:

1)The realisation on the night before deadline that all your charts and tables for statistics essay are completely fucked (also, how do you say päin vittua in English?) and you need to do them ALL OVER AGAIN at midnight. It was a precious moment that I really want to cherish for long. I was pretty close of waking up the whole building with my scream. Especially because I had thought for days that "well, at least I have my tables ready and done". I felt so relieved when I submitted that effing essay on Friday afternoon.

2) I should write a book for different situations when one is drunk (in Finnish, känniääöliöiden niksipirkka, I'm open for naming suggestions in English). Apparently whenever something unexpected (/accidents) happen during party or night out, I'm the first one with the solutions and help, from first aid (I never knew that I would actually know first aid) to red wine stains. I have a bad habit of being kind of Miss Smarty-pants (nickname courtesy from Birger), especially after couple of drinks, so if anything happens, I'm the first person to tell that everyone else's suggestions are rubbish and they should follow my guide. Despite being incredibly annoying, I have apparently managed to impress some people with these skills.

Now that I'm done with the bigger assignments before the break, I still seem to be quite preoccupied by everything else, but luckily in a good way. I also realised how much fun it is to be on the sober side of drunk texting :D

(We found a Balkan music club for our Saturday night in Paris, and it's going to be on a BOAT! I can't wait!)


Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Even if I am in love with you, all this to say, what's it to you?

Have I mentioned how much I love my statistical analysis of political survey-essay? I love it some much that I feel like throwing my computer on the wall, I've been postponing startig it over a week just out of pure love and now that I started it, I know that I won't be sleeping or having any social life before Friday (except tomorrow's language exchange, which I would postpone if I hadn't done it enough already. I need to face my weekly Spanish time). I just can't get enough of this essay! I'm so happy that I didn't go see Thomas Truax tonight and stayed home playing with numbers and crosstabulations. <3

Also, I've developed a very bad addiction on ebay, which is not good for my bank account. I'm so surprised of this, because I hate shopping, but apparently it's just that I hate shops (I really think that shopping is a waste of time and extremely daunting, unless it's one of those times when you realise that you're walking back home at 5 am), and especially those huge shopping centres (especially in hangover). But maybe my new addiction can be beneficial, because at this rate I won't have any money to spend on sinful life in Paris. WHICH IS ONLY THREE WEEKS AWAY. 

I have managed to captivate a kitty! It fell asleep on my lap soon after this picture <3 You can probably imagine that I lost my heart then and there.

Pure morning. It's just a cup on my hand, but actually it takes at least a pot of tea for me to get going. I can tell from my facial expression that that's just my first cup of the day, I'm not quite ready to face the world at this point yet.

If you think that I have a lot of cat-hype on my blog, you should see my facebook wall. Jamie already named it as the Shrine of Cats.

I haven't really done much otherwise, except last week Rob took me to a great place for lunch for cheesehamburgers that we had talked for about a year already. Then there was that causing disapproval on Friday, and then just work, procrastinating with studies and more work.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

One of those days...

One of those days when  can't focus on anything, because I have such a strong need to get as far away as possible. I need an adventure! Many of them! I need to get out and meet new people, see new places, see colours, hear new sounds... I feel suffocated right now and I can't wait for the Easter, though a week in Paris won't be enough for my longing right now. I have to come with something for the summer, I can't spend it in Aberdeen, or in Finland.

I want to see sunset in new places! This one's from Sandia Peak in ABQ.
Anyone willing to join me with my seek for an adventure this summer?

(I just realised that it's been two months since I got back to Aberdeen after Christmas, so my magical two months time period strikes again!)

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Good Morning.

It's mornings like this when I need this kind of quotes:

“If I had followed my better judgement always, my life would have been a very dull one.”
Edgar Rice Burroughs
 But at least we had a fun night out with my roommate! We went to a "WTF?!"-theme party and I think that my outfit was enough wtf for me.
This is quite self-explanatory.
  Earlier this week I found out that not everyone is used to hearing a story that starts with "She lured two catholic boys in a bar...". My roommate just bursted into laughter when I was explaining why I had to go see Anneli, because to her disappointment, they had given up on alcohol for the lent (I had warned her that nothing good comes out of catholic guys...). At least I don't need drama in my life as long as I have Anneli.

And then for something completely different.

I've been thinking a lot about summer and what to do, because I know that I'm not going to get any of the summer jobs that I applied to, I don't have enough connections with those fancy people. I found couple of interesting grass root NGO's that have volunteering opportunities. If anyone reading this happens to have experience on NGO volunteering, please let me know what it was like.

Also, I still want tips for Paris!