Thursday, April 29, 2004
Me and Jaakko are having an accidental study group with text messages. Aren't we modern! (<- exclamatory question) It all started with "aaa! I don't get any of this!" and then transformed into him saying "aaaa! I don't get finite and nonfinite verbs / concord" and me explaining those. I don't mind really, I learn as I do it. But still. I could have read more, especially after the disaster that was British Studies exam yesterday. I can't believe I didn't remember who Geoffrey Chaucer was. I feel so daft.
I'm really starting to panic now. Apparently I'm not the only one.. Jaakko has a "Brain Panic", me being the brain. Yes, definitely. I just really wouldn't want to take the grammar re-sit as I probably have to take the British Studies one anyway. Baeeeeerh.
It turns out Mikko won't be here performing tomorrow then. Blast. It's been over a year since I've last seen him do stand-up and I hear he's getting better all the time. And it would've been nice just to see him as well. Oh well.. He sent me a letter instead. He got a job as a chat host. I don't know whether to be overjoyed or slightly embarrassed.
But now Titta will be here tomorrow and I have no idea what we are going to do. Mikko's gig would've been an easy and obvious choice. What is happening in Joensuu tomorrow? All I know is that the buses run as late as 3am, which is a very nice change.
If we don't come up with anything, we'll probably end up listening to Tehosekoitin and describing each other's ideal boyfriends over a bottle of wine. Sounds a lot like us and not the worst way to spend an evening either, but maybe I'll still keep my eyes open in case I find anything else to do.
Oh poo. I made some bread rolls and burnt them. They're all black now.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Most uneventful weekend, barwise. Fun nonetheless. Except for the idiot parade of Friday (where do they keep coming from??). But last night = the best (and cheapest) night out for a while. Everyone was just really relaxed and althrough there were lots of people I know, I didn't feel obligated to talk to anyone, which is rather weird. Just talked a lot to E+E and Matti.
Also, for once I was driving. Picked E+E up after 11 but after a funny beer incident - Emppu managed to accidentally buy me another beer even though neither of us ordered it - I didn't drive them home. I did give Emmu a lift this morning, though.
Oh well. Today: see Milla, Tuuli and Emmu, visit the new work place, read British Cultural Identities. Another not-so-lazy Sunday ahead. I should also sleep the non-stopping head ache away.
But I probably have to drive more.. Aiiiiiii! Could really do the car thing a bit more often. I don't really like driving but it wasn't so bad yesterday. I might actually learn to enjoy it if I drove more and got used to it.
The British Cultural Identities book is very interesting but whenever there is a more serious subject, I forget to pay attention. It's like blah blah blah Blur's album Great Escape from 1995 blah blah blah national identity blah blah Liam Neeson is in fatc Norther Irish. Oh deeeear.. I hope my mysterious exam luck continues in this exam. But I know it will change. Modern art and fiction 1 were both way too easy for me and I did way too well. I am bound to fail at least one of the remaining four exams.
John Major's father was a garden-gnome salesman. You learn something new every day.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Shaved my legs and managed to cut my right ankle. Now it won't stop bleeding. Of course, I don't have any plaster / bandage / whatever, so inventive usage of a paper tissue and scotch tape was once again required.
Mental note: visit the pharmacy.
Last night I was really busy and made the fatal mistake of signing in to MSN messenger. After talking to Memma about Antti Tuisku's toes, our future underground TV show, rubber ducks, chcolate sauce trousers, the Fighters and our eternal hatred towards each other for over an hour, I realised trying to do anything even remotely intelligent at the same time was completely useless. So I saved it for today. Now it's all done and I would have time to talk about anything, nobody's on messenger.
Internet is cruel.
I am not allowed to talk about the underground TV show because Memma fears someone will steal our idea, but what I can say is that it's going to be huge. Absolutely. We'll be bigger than Extreme Duudsonit and other Jackass copies that started with small budgets as we're going to. Our show, however, won't be anything like Duudsonit or Jackass. We're way more original.
We've already even got the merchandise planned. There's no way we could fail. Unless nobody wants to air our show, but surely that won't happen. It's a really good, and useful, show. :)
Oh, the return of the infernal head ache! It was gone at least 3 days already. This time it's Miia's fault, though. Whenever she goes out, I have to leave my phone on for the night because you never know what happens. And yes, at 01:14am she phoned me saying that she hasn't got her keyes and needs to get home so if I just could run downstairs and open the door soon. The "soon" was over half an hour later. Couldn't sleep after that properly. I don't know when I fell asleep of any kind but I was watching MTV after 5am, I know that much. Argh.
And thus, revising for the fiction exam hasn't been too successful today. I feel like I know nothing. Murder.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
don't know where Emilia gets the idea I am tremendously unhappy. She's constantly worrying about the lack of my social life (?!) and now her latest spectacular brainchild is that I should try to make my dating Joensuu friends (which basically, I take, means Jaakko) to hook me up with one of their single friends. Well, woohoo.. I can hardly wait. :p
Also, I'm having domain issues. Arse, arse.
But then to happy things:
This morning I, for some unknown reason, decided it was a good time to listen to Oasis. Can't remember when I've last done that. And once again the accent is giving me a severe case of jelly knees.. I know I belong to a sad minority thinking Manchesterian accent is the best thing there is (up there with Scottish and Irish), but I can't help it. I mean, the chorus of Don't Look Back in Anger, especially the lines "so Sally can wait, she knows it's too late -- her soul slides away", the whole of Morning Glory and don't even get me started with Hello or Roll With It.
Liam Gallagher: But you know I think I recognise your face but I've never seen you before..
Hanna: purrrrr..
If I could choose, I would speak with the Manchester accent.
Once again it's been proved that sitting alone at home is the best way to accomplish things. I got an e-mail from mum saying that if I phone this certain person, I'd get a job. So I did and, lo and behold, she was right. The working hours are only from 11am to 3 or 4pm so I have plenty of time for other things (like SBP business for example :p) as well. They pay me more than R-kioski ever did and I get to be outside. I see no bad there. Except that I don't have a real holiday at all, but who would want one when they can earn money instead? Har. Jarkko would be so proud of me.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
The tutor training today.. Well, it was an experience. Could it have got any more boring? The project secretary is seriously lacking authority. Poor girl. But I've got to say the combination Kari, Virpi, Jaakko and myself scares me a little. It'll either be a success or complete disaster. There is no midway.
Whatever happens, I can't help but pity the poor new English students of 2004.
Got e-mail from Tiina today asking if the whole bunch of us (the old "vakiot") would go on cruise to Stockholm in May. I've never really understood the whole point of the cruise deal (the effin' boat is just one floating hotel and rather uncomfortable one too) but I really want to go as I've always had to skip all the cruises and equals with girls. I guess it's something you need to do at least once.
Problem is, there's no way I can afford it. Aergh. Why does everything have to come to the money issue? It's really starting to piss me off. So probably the girls (minus Katri) end up going and I try not to feel bad for not being able to participate. It's worked every single time this far.
So hurrah. Team spirit. And so on.
After connecting Elvis Presley to Antonio Banderas with just two links at Rika's six degrees challenge I decided I need new hobbies.
Monday, April 19, 2004
It's been officially a Super Active Day.
I feel good.
Even though I still haven't finished reading Tender is the Night. But surely I need to leave something for tomorrow..
I just got e-mail from mum signed with her first name instead of just "mum". Scary. An important step has been taken, we can never go back.
Haven't really spoken to anyone after Friday. Normally I'd be on the edge of going nuts, but right now I feel brilliant.
I think Emilia might have been right. She diagnosed that instead of taking time off of school, I should've had time off of people. Having been three days just by myself (if we don't count the hour I spent at Suvi's last night), I feel much better.
Tomorrow's the last written 1 class. As a reminder, I've been seeing Saija everywhere lately. Baergh.
Sunday, April 18, 2004
I just realised I hadn't seen anyone (apart from the people at Siwa yesterday) since Friday night. Not even Miia, who I haven't seen since I came back, except in the exam. So I went to Suvi's to let out some steam and annoy her and her friend Paula. How they must appreciate my existence right now..
The other day as I was going through some things I found this photo I didn't even remember existed.
As he's also in the picture, I thought it was my duty to show it to Samu as well.
Hanna: Look what I found.
Samu: Gracious!
It's only been three years but considering our lives, it's been a really long time. If the Hanna of two thousand ond one walked past me today, I don't think I'd recognise her. And having read my past diaries, I know it's a good thing. Thus, happy dance.
But, alas, all these thoughts make my spin and explode.
Mentioning the head, it's ached like hell for two days now. Don't know what's causing it. Also my shoulders and back hurt. Annoyance.
Random: I've reached the conclusion that Leonardo DiCaprio has one of the most perfect pair of eye brows (male, that is) in the universe. Hurrah for the eye brow obsession.
Saturday, April 17, 2004
From Rika.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
"His gifts were emphatically those of a man of business; prompt, acute, clear-minded; with an eye that saw through all perplexities, and a faculty of arrangement that made them vanish, as by the waving of an enchanter's wand." -Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter (The Custom House - Introductory)
I am so unbelievably bored.. I know I'd have some work to do (though I already did a fair amount today) and books to read but my concentration is zero. It's been a long day even though I slept late.
I'm the luckiest little cretin the world has ever seen. If you consider the exam questions yesterday that is. I knew something about video scratching and something about the death of art but nothing else. I had to answer two questions out of five.
2. What is media art? (note: video scratching definitely part of this)
3. Can art die?
Other's were along the lines "what is historical avant garde?" and other scheisse I didn't have a clue about. But now, if I didn't write thoroughly stupid essays, I might actually pass. Woo.
After the exam, Samu and me went to Kerubi and managed to get very tipsy in an instant. His train left at 6pm (he was here only one night after all) and I was left tipsy alone. Last night was a martyr evening if I ever saw one. I blame the tiredness.
I feel like filling in a quiz I stole from Rika's site. I will also post it here. Har.
Haven't done that since I had my Scribble, I think. I know nobody gives a shit, actually even I don't give a shit, but whatever. Boredom killer strikes back.
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Spell your first name backwards: Annah. What a challenge.
The story behind your lj user name: Don't have one.
Are you a lesbian: No but apparently my superhero alter ego is.
Where do you live: Joensuu (most of the time) / Karkkila (on paper).
4 words that sum you up: Moody, energetic / flegmatic, tea-drinker
Describe Your
Wallet: (Once) black, torn. Need a new one.
Hairbrush: I've got several.
Toothbrush: Violet-ish pepsodent brush. It's very nice.
Jewelry worn daily: A bracelet made of wooden beads. And ring made of stone.
Pillow cover: Stripes, several colours.
Blanket: Look above.
Coffee cup: I don't really drink coffee..
Sunglasses: Orange, cheap and old. I love them.
Underwear: Very common. White. With (incredibly cute) cows.
Shoes: Not too high heels.. I like my sneakers.
Handbag: I've got many but I don't really use them anymore. They're too small.
Favorite shirt: Changes all the time. I still love the "prove to me that you're divine" one, though.
Cologne/Perfume: CK One (on me).
CD in stereo right now: Lemonator's The Waltz but it's not playing.
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: None. I used to have two in my right ear and one in left. Plus one in my left eye brow.
What you are wearing now: Black jeans, green-ish flower shirt.
Hair: Brownish-reddish-highlightish, short.
Makeup: Mascara.
Who or What (was/is/are)
In my mouth: Wonderful speech organs for producing eg. palato-alveolar sounds.
In my head: Brains, I hope.
Wishing: Ah, things.
Person you wish you could see right now: Actually almost anyone because I really am bored.
Is next to you: Useless hobbit action figures, course books, a camera & Beatles Abbey Road poster.
Some of your favorite movies: Edward Scissorhands, FotR, Lion King, Dead Poets Society and er, Zoolander. :|
The last thing you ate: Rice & onion with an onion bread roll.
Something that you are deathly afraid of: Spiders, bugs in general.
Do you like candles: Yes.
Do you like hot wax: No?
Do you like incense: Don't usually mind but I haven't goit any of my own.
Do you like the taste of blood: I think the ones who say they don't are lying.
Do you believe in love: "I believe in a thing called love..!" Hold on, what does it mean, anyway? To believe in love?
Do you believe in soul mates: Sort of.
Do you believe in love at first sight: Attraction at first sight, definitely. Love at first sight, not so much.
Do you believe in Heaven: Nooo.
Do you believe in forgiveness: I should hope so.
What do you want done with your body when you die: After all the possible organs have been given away, I care not.
Who is your worst enemy: Magnet-Minna? No hold on, food.
If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be: I'm a cat person. Boring but true.
What is the latest you've ever stayed up: All night. Except that when I do that, I tend to fall asleep after 8am. Does it count?
Ever been to Belgium: No.
Can you eat with chopsticks: I don't master them but I manage.
What's your favorite coin: I like the 20p coin of Britain. It's nice.
What are 5 cities you wouldn't mind relocating to: Lahti, Tampere, Helsinki, Manchester, London
What are some of your favorite pig out foods: Cookies! Pizza. Tortilla chips.
What's something that you wish people would understand: The importance of peace? (Miss USA potential, clearly.)
What's something you wish you could understand better: Any language that is not English or Finnish.
Anyone you miss that you haven't seen in a long time: Inka mainly. Ippe too. Some other people.
Oh, how interesting. But 20 minutes just passed, pooof!
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Who was the braniac that came up with the idea of me accomodating Samu for two nights?
Don't know. Both of us? Probably.
I hate us.
Not that I mind it's him who's staying here for a few days. Just the thought of anyone being here is killing me. I only got back home four hours ago myself and some alone time wouldn't be a bad idea. But maybe I can wait until Saturday.
It's like I never went anywhere. Everything's just the same. Except the kitchen. I left it clean, it's a mess now. I have no idea how Miia manages to create such a state in three days but maybe I'm not meant to understand. I've got a vague idea though. Not finding any plastic bags for the trash bin might be the first step.
Aaaaaaaargh!
Enough about that.
I notice I keep talking about the same things over and over again. I'm pretty convinced Emmu was glad to get rid of me for a week or so. But I can't help it. Something bugs me, I talk about it non-stop. Apologies to the entire environment.
I had a reality TV thingie going around my head but I lost most of it. Day after day I'm getting more certain that - unbeknowst to me - I'm the star of some sort of reality TV show à la the Truman show. It's the same whenever I come back to Joensuu. People stare, grin and even laugh. Hm. Or then I'm possibly extremely unfashionable by North Karelian standards (actually I am, by any standards, but whatever) and that's why I'm constantly pointed at.
Hmmm.
Me and one of my modern art books head towards the railway station to pick up a lonesome wanderer in need of a shelter.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
The most amazing thing happened last night. I watched Get Over It and was bored. The ultimate teen flick I've praised and loved and I couldn't help but wonder when it will end.
These are mysterious times we're living in.
But maybe it was all because I'd watched way too much telly already that day. I also somehow managed to see both Milla and Jarkko for a few hours, do some reading, waste about three hours doing nothing, harrass Emmu with text messages and bunch of other things. Effective time-usage. If you don't count those wasted three hours. Har.
"The traditional audiovisual medium will not be attractive. I cannot imagine that after 8 or 10 years people would just sit and watch the screen blankly. This view on television is dead and stinks."
- Sigfried Zielinkski, 1991 (with my very own, fluent translation)
I guess most of us will have proved mr Z. wrong but it does give cause for some serious pondering.
Sunday, April 11, 2004
<< Assuming that I got it right, the real you is tied up behind a wall whilst Derek is out... >>
Quite right. Also, whenever Derek is out, people die in strange "accidents" involving shovels. Or then not.
But I figured out I'm not stuck on Derek mode permanently, that side just likes to appear when I'm extremely tired. Like now.
This morning started with sending about a hundred thousand and two text messages along the lines I-am-sorry, Are-you-alright? and sweet-jebus-another-song-I-can-relate-to (actually this time I found an album with three songs - track 2,3 and 4 say exactly what I tried to explain to Emmu at 4am in Masuuni but couldn't).
Har. I also swore that from now on I will only sleep full nights. I'd like to see that happening.
Went to see Mikko's new play yesterday (Ibsen's The Lady from the Sea). Liked it a lot.. Plus it was really nice to go to see a real, serious play instead of a stupid comedy you forget as soon as you walk out from the theatre. Not saying all comedies are like that nor that I didn't like comedies. Too often you just go to see something utterly useless. Ah, anyway. It was good to see him do a serious role again.
Once again a reminder that I have talented friends.
He also gave me this letter where he analysed the CD I sent him four or five weeks ago. Sent it to the exactly right person, he seemed to appreciate it and really put his mind into it while listening. Precious he is.
Tomorrow I will hit the modern art books and devote myself to the Illustrated bdgfffzztgghs. I promise. Unless, of course, something way more important suddenly appears, that is.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
New pair of shoes! New shirt! Neither or which I could actually afford.
Mum sponsored the shoes but I don't dare to tell her about the shirt. Oh dear.
I'm such a material girl. Give me a few euros to spend and I'm happy.
I've avoided the Illustrated @$£¤€ two days now. I've got to read a few chapters today. Preferably five or so but I'm still yet to make notes on previous three so I doubt it'll happen. This studying on my own, definitely not my thing.
I also ought to work a little but with mum's computer it's a pain.
I just heard yesterday that I do have an official easter holiday after all. It started yesterday and school won't start until Friday next week. Hurrah! Of course, me and my wardrobe weren't exactly prepared for the extra days but we'll manage, with the new shirt.
Random complaint:
I feel like I'm stuck on Derek mode permanently. No! Where did the regular, happy me go? Derek me is evil. Which, of course, is a given because that is the only function of evil twins.
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
What was going on during the last posts? Umm. Me and my big mouth having a terrible day.
It's all getting better now, though. Except that I hate the 80s fashion that is back again. Can't find any clothes. After about 7 hours looking in two days, I decided to give up and stick with what I already have.
I ate the biggest pulla the world has ever seen yesterday. Nice moment to myself at Wayne's Coffee (the small one behind Forum in Helsinki) after the madness that was Monday when between 11am and midnight I didn't spend more than 10 minutes alone, I swear.
All in all, only one major disappointment included in my little Helsinki holiday. The good things definitely outnumber the bad. Woo.
I will also get new shoes today. Double woo.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Once again: "Arse! Arse!"
Mental note: Being honest is good, speaking too straight will appear rude and cause tears. I must not only learn but remember it as well. Momentarily panicked, now I'm just most embarrassed. I am evil.
Some days you should simply trust your instincts and don't let anybody change your mind with a fairly good marketing speech.
To quote Kari: "Arse! Arse!"
At least I got home early yesterday. Woo. Another upside: I don't have to leave for Joensuu today. I can just sleep, if I want to (except that in reality, I have to spend some quality time with Illustrated History of Britain).
Tomorrow the bus will take me to Helsinki for two or three days. Muffin lunch, here I come. Also, clothes shopping, here I come. I want something new, my clothes bore me. Also, I seem to be specialized in depressing colours. Hmm.
I feel shallow.
And I want some juice.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
I just told mum about the flute playing cactus chef and she found it hilarious. I guess I've inherited that side of my sense of humour from her.
Ought to be doing some school work but I'm too tired. A good hint that it'd be a good moment to nap: instead of doing anything relatively intellectual, I'm reading the linguistics home exam out loud to mum. This is bad.
Har. Walking home from place x (when you haven't been home after a bar night, that is) on a Saturday morning is always an experience. Today the weather was beautiful and I was feeling perfectly alright until I realised the state of my appereance (=mess). This naturally happened as I came across this person who, apparently, thinks I'm the embodiment of human destruction anyway. Whee!
In my tired state, I also just babbled this out to mum as well. It turns out she didn't even know I wasn't here even though she was already awake when I came home not-so-quietly. Hm. But then we reached the conclusion that I'm already old enough not to be looked after too much. Not that she's ever really done it anyway.
The following settles it, this is the official mum entry. But..
She's going through some old things like folders and photo albums and stuff. She already found some of me and Milla's childhood pics I couldn't even remember existed. Some gems there! God, we were really good camera targets back then. Not so much anymore, but whatever. She also found this wonderful Turtles drawing I've drawn for her when I was 8. Definitely scannable, I just can't used to bloody thing here. It's out of this world.
Thursday, April 01, 2004
It's now been exactly a year since we were in Oxford (+ London + Brighton + Bath), isn't it so, Cactus Chef who plays "We Didn't Start the Fire" on flute?
Hoho. Anyway. To celebrate this wonderful event, this is a photo entry. Remembering Oxford. Sweetness.
Fun was had.
When I was flipping through the photo album I suddenly remembered all the lunches me and Liisa shared in Oxford. I wonder if she has time to meet up next week. We could follow the tradition and have muffins! Or lunch of any kind actually. With the muffins. The Muffin Lunch is a true legend. Hooray for the Muffin Lunch.
Har. I'm getting way too tired.
Still the question remains. Where the hell is Dustin? I haven't heard a word from him since May, I think. He was supposed to come to Finland again during the summer but if that happened, nobody told me, and that would've been evil.
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