Wednesday, March 30, 2005
With your powers combined I am Captain Planet!
(Did you know that the Captain Planet theme was written by Phil Collins? I sure as hell didn't!)
I packed my CD player, as well as the rest of my CDs, away today and have been listening to my mp3s since. It's fun, actually. Instead of having a selected playlist of any kind, I'm just playing them all randomly. Some 150 songs or so. I have the most schizophrenic collection, let me tell you. But that is what makes it amusing.
I've got some 15 minutes of packing left for the morning. Besides that, I'm all done. And preparing for the last night in the flat ever. It feels so weird.. but I'm also anxious. And giggly. And exhausted. I just can't quite believe this all.
But I've noticed that I'm actually pretty good with all the DIY stuff, which is a tad bit scary. Once again I'm starting to be convinced that mum wasn't entirely wrong when she said that I should've been an engineer.
What I haven't had time for is work, but I try not to think of it right now. I don't think I could handle it at the moment.
Random funny:
For someone who occasionally seems to think I'm having an affair with half of Finland, mum has an extremely innocent opinion of me.
Hanna: Ooo.. I'm feeling nasty...
Mum: Maybe you've got stomach flu?
Hanna: It's a hangover, mum.
***
Hanna: And the coolest thing? Wanha Jokela is just around the corner!
Mum: Well, you surely won't have a long way to the cinema then.
Hanna: It's a pub, mum.
But this is all said with tender affection today.. mum's been really sweet and promised to help me clean this effin' flat tomorrow so I wouldn't have to do it all this evening. And she was right, too. Once I'm settled to the new place, I really won't have a long way to the cinema either. Jokela just happens to be even nearer. :D
Historical moment today... for the first time ever I didn't find what I wanted from Levy-Eskot! Noooo! I like to think that they'd just hidden the CDs because they knew I really couldn't have bought anything because I need the money for something else. But that doesn't make the slightly disappointed feeling any less strange. They always have everything, even my strangest obsessions. But these two I can get online easily, so I wouldn't worry.
The Finnish version of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy starts today. I bet 98% of Finland will be glued to their sofas at 8.29pm waiting.. The second half of the show will overlap with Without a Trace, and I really wanted to watch it since I haven't seen it for weeks, and I've started strangely to miss it. Maybe I can channel surf. Because there's no way I'm missing the gay men either. You've got sort out your priorities, you know.
From tomorrow onwards, I will not have my own internet connection anymore. Farewell, my precious. Although you've been pain in the ass more often than not, I've loved you dearly. <3
Monday, March 28, 2005
I sooo hate taking care of all this grown up stuff. I just made a notice of my new address for the post and magistrate, and after worrying about it for about bazillion years, I think I got it right. At least I finally found an option saying that although I'm studying somewhere else, my official home town will not change but I still want my mail to be taken there instead of mum's.
I guess I just have to start believing in myself with all this shite. I had to order a new 10-year passport on Thursday and I did just fine. And I am completely capable of taking care of my own rent, phone bills and the likes.
It's just that when it comes to taxes or insurance, I'm lost. I know most people are, but it still makes me feel daft not to know whether I have anything in order in that department. Mum's been taking care of all my insurance business (I think!), and with taxes I just hope everything's alright and go tralalala living in oblivion.
New layout. I felt now that spring and summer are on their way, the old one was too gloomy. And to be honest, I never really liked it anyway.
So. Simply. Tomatoes.
Go and diss it if you like.
You are also allowed not to diss it if that's your thing.
I don't care.
For some reason the "who? what? huh?" thingie wasn't showing up where it was supposed to at first. I investigated the code for a while and found one extra 'div align="right"', removed it and tadah! everything was alright again. I have no idea why it made the thing appear about 150px lower than it should have, but I'm just happy it works now, because it was bugging the hell out of me. Woo.
// edit: remembered even to modify my little carrot commentor, it now corresponds to the rest of the tomato theme.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
If there's someone else, apart from Milla, who's been bothered about the fact they didn't have a clue what I was ranting about in my last post: it was America's Next Top Model. Eeeh.
When you only blog once or twice a week, the pressure to write something good becomes huge. Trying to get over the fact and just go on. Har.
Last night was good. After the Inexplicable Hangover of Friday, my stomach took care of the fact I didn't drink too much and everything was happy happy. Ville Leinonen was brilliant again, and it turned out I knew Flylow after all (and yes, they were good too). The version of While My Guitar Gently Weeps sent shivers down my spine. And this morning I woke up with Good Vibrations playing in my head, which is not entirely a bad thing. I think I want the EP.. :)
There really would've been use for the Hole of Shame™ last night again.
Hanna: Thank you for this gig, and also the one in November's Hasardi.
Ville L.: November's?
Hanna: Yes, I was there.
Ville L.: Well, thank you.
Hanna: I also wanted to say that..
Tomppa: Ville, you alright?
Hanna: He probably was until this groupie turned up.
Tomppa: You can be a groupie if you like. Ville, you alright?
Ville: Yeah.
*add casual conversation between the two*
Tomppa: Listen to this person here. She makes the SBP website and stuff, and she's very important to me. So, if she has something to say, at least pretend to be interested. *goes*
Hanna: Well, isn't this pleasant...
Ville L.: *glare*
So I said something about one of the albums and bailed. He did wish me good spring, which was very nice of him, but while he said it I was already running away.
I am thinking of inventing a portable version of the Hole of Shame™. Or then I'll go into the teleporting business, which would also be quite useful.
The compulsory school chit chat:
I ought to be finishing my media culture assignment.. managed to find some good references despite all the gay identity examples and wrote five pages yesterday. It needs to be at least six, so I have to try to add some explaining sentences here and there and write a conclusion of some kind. But when it's done, I've done everything I planned to do during this Easter holiday of mine. I even did the dance video analysis on Thursday. Go me! But right now opening the effin' Word document seems rather impossible.. graah. Trying to gather strength.
Sent Emppu a text message if she'd like to see me today. I haven't seen her since Christmas, and even then we didn't see each other properly. So I guess I've really talked to her in.. October? Or possibly even last summer! Jebus. We're really bad at keeping in touch, us two. She hasn't replied to my message yet and I don't know when it is alright to phone her as she's fond of sleeping late. Hm. But I hope she's got time for me this afternoon since I'll be busy from about 4pm onwards and then we have to skip seeing each other again, which would feel a bit daft.
ps. The socks I'm wearing are dark blue.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
It all seems too much again. I'm fed up with packing and really want do no more for now. Every time I try to open a work / schoolwork file, I get all distressed and my mind goes blank. Telly seems too boring. Conclusion? I sit here and do nothing and wish time would pass soon so that Angel would start.
I think this is most likely caused by the fact I couldn't really sleep last night but it's not making this any better.
Rant:
I can't stand Janice Dickinson! She makes me see red by appearing on screen even two seconds. I know it's the idea to have strong personalities, who say what they think, among the ANTM judges, but really. Some limit. Please! The discrimination against Toccara is just unbelievable. I fully understand that she feels plus models aren't the thing, and all that shite, but her way of communicating her thoughts is not only rude but also inconsiderate. I wish I could remove her from my TV set for ever without having to skip watching ANTM. I don't want to miss out from the recurring lunch discussion topic of the week just because of her, for goodness sake.
Besides, I really like Toccara. She might be slightly over the top (vast understatement), but there's no denying the fact that she is also extraordinarily beautiful. Along with Yaya, she is my favourite and I wish her all the good.
ps. I know who wins this season (season 3, that is) and though I have to say I wouldn't agree to the final point, I think it's perfectly justified.
I think I need a life. I just ranted about Janice Dickinson O_o
It is always best to conclude with randomness. After this years SBP project is done, I think I'll be happy if I never see another V.I.Lenin portrait again.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
I've been reading this book of collected articles by Richard Dyer for my media culture assignment. I need to refer to it as much as I can in the final text but finding what would be relevent for me is pretty darn hard because I'm going to write about American movies and all Dyer's talking about is gay identity or gay porn. Hooray.
I've only gone through some two and a half articles, and have managed to scriblle some notes, so I still haven't lost all my hope. But I'm already wishing I'd chosed the other book. Grief.
Tomppa asked me if I could do the next SBP T-shirt(!). Don't know.. I tried and did come up with something but wasn't really satisfied with it. And to be honest, I really have no idea how I'm even going to pull the site off because I won't have a net connection after the end of this month. I suppose I can try but not guarantee good quality :| But if he offers me the poster, there's no way I can say yes. Someone else will have to take care of that.
I'm so tired.. I can hardly wait for May to be here. I'll have four full weeks off (if I pass all my exams, that is). Four weeks of nothigness. Sounds like a dream. Though I have to say that I'd trade it for two weeks of holiday if things were a bit easier right now. I have so many projects going on I fear I'm going to explode any minute now. I have no idea with what energy I'm going to survive April. Ghaaaaa..
/complaints
I got the cutest (late) St. Patrick's day e-card from Rika this morning. Or I don't if it was the cutest, but it sure made me giggle. I wanted to send it forward, but didn't know who would appreciate it and be able to view it in a place where the background music wouldn't embarrass them. So.. (hold on, I just remembered the existence of Suvi.. click, click)
And I just realised Hallmark.com has loads of Hoops & Yoyo cards! A new favourite has been discovered! Well, at least an equal to the karkkilasta.moikka.com service. Teehee.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
I've discovered the key to successful blogging: post a cheesy pic of Fabio and comments start floating in.
Well, nothing's queer as folk.
I just watched the Dead Poets Society making notes through entire film. I swear, the movie's now ruined for me. Thank goodness Iäm not a movie critic, I'd never be able to enjoy anything again.
But I guess at least some of the notes I scribbled will be useful for my essay, which I will start drafting tomorrow (now that I've written it, I can't back out, ha). I thought I had a pretty good outline, but now with Liz's opinions there I see it needs some re-organising. Sigh. But I try not to complain. It's my last essay for written 2 ever, I might as well put some effort into it.
We had this info about the new study sytem thingie this morning (what kind of moron puts the info lecture for English students the morning after St Patrick's party, anyway?) and now I'm all panicky. My studies aren't anywhere near where they're supposed to be and aaaaaa. I know I'll never graduate withing five years, but still. Right now even six seems improbable.
Better not to think about it.
Last night was fun enough. Cheap Blackthorn, green cream (which I didn't have to eat, luckily) and lots of pointless conversation. So hurrah. Ville T. insisted in buying me a pint 15 minutes before I had to go and it was sort of annoying since now I feel like I owe him a pint I didn't even get to finish. Blagh.
Jyrki: Gilmore Girls is a really bad show.
Jaakko: RRRAAAAAAAAA!
--
Jyrki: I think Bono is a dick.
Hanna: RRRAAAAAAAAA!
--
Hanna: I really think Sarah Michelle Gellar is annoying.
Jyrki: You're now attacking back for that Bono comment of mine.
Conclusion: no strict opinions about pop culture when alcohol is being consumed. It'll just make people go "rrraaa!". I did mock Gilmore Girls (and especially Rory) to Jaakko yesterday afternoon but that sort of passed. Apparently I know how to be sly better than Jyrki does. Or then I was just lucky. Or then Jaakko was going "rrraaaa!" behind my back and never told me. In which case, I don't really care :D
I probably did manage to insult this theology student yesterday as well, though. Actually, I think I did it twice in a few sentences.
Me: Oh, what kind of moron would bring that kind of picture of St Patrick?? It's terrible, he's so old!
Him: I have to confess I might be responsible for that picture.
Me: ... What I mean is that in my mind he's forever young, and never grew old, you know. Forever seventeen. *add endless babble that makes you sound even more moronic*
Him: Well, yeah. There weren't so many pictures of St Patrick you know.. and it does serve in a game tonight.
Me: What, like "attach the mustache"? Hahaha!
Him: Well-uh. If you noticed, he's represented like a pope but his hat is missing...
Me: Well, great! *hole of shame, swallow me now*
It wouldn't really matter, but that was the first time I ever talked to him and now he thinks I'm creepy and overly enthusiastic about St Patrick. Oh well.
// edit: why in the name of all good and evil does this exist???
On a sidenote: Jimmy Fallon seems (unfortunately) to be stuck in re-makes of European films. Damn it.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
First things first..
It's the 46th birthday of Fabio today! Hurrah! It's been an official holiday in my calendar for three years now. Don't ask why, I honestly do not know. But to celebrate it...
Suvi helped me to choose the pic. Thank you, dearest.
But I do have a feeling I'll have an angry mob following me around after this, accusing me for causing them nightmares. I am terribly sorry.
But in case there is someone who doesn't want to celebrate Fabio's birthday, I can tell that it is also Renny Harlin's 45th and Sean Biggerstaff's 21st today. Pick yours and have cake.
And as I don't have cake, I can eat the last of my Osama Bin Laden's birthday pullas. It was Osama Bin Laden's birthday last Thursday, you know.
Every day should be a celebration of some kind.
Apart from famous birthdays: blaaaagh.
Went to the pub quiz today and for some (not so unknown) reason am feeling all kablooey. I'm not really liking people today. Or in some cases, ever. Others went to Marks but I came home and am now desperately trying to fit this green scarf to my head so that I'd look nice at the St Patrick's party tomorrow. Not working. Stupid hair. Never long or short enough.
Sweet cheese. I so want this. Anyone got spare 27 euros to donate?
// edit: I wouldn't mind this either. Cominded with this, naturally.
Monday, March 14, 2005
For some reason Firefox won't let me blog and thus I am forced to use IE. Grr.
Ah well.
The gig on Saturday was lovely (way better than the previous one, definitely). Samu and his friend, whose name I've unfortunately forgotten (Niko? Possibly..), left some halfway through but it was alright. After the gig I felt sort of obligated to go and tell Janne L. that I'm not, in fact, an obsessed nutcase following him around the country but that I do really live here. He said he wouldn't have thought that but I'm not really buying that. If I were him and kept seeing some girl I'd met briefly somewhere popping up in different places across the country, I'd feel more or less paranoid. Ha.
All in all Saturday was a good day. Except that the fact Suvi had to leave was a bit sad, but I was prepared for that. I didn't even mind the four-hour lecture I had in the morning. Besides managing to do a shitload of schoolwork, I also found time to hang out. Me and Samu and Possibly Niko sat in Kerubin kuppila for a few hours before going to Teatteriklubi. It was good because a) Kuppila wasn't packed yet b) I did need the break outside my own room c) I hadn't seen Samu in a good long while. I don't think I've seen him properly since Christmas O_o
Samu: Believe it or not, this girl who, considering her looks and record collection, is full of rock credibility..
Hanna: Er-huh?
Samu: ..is the co-founder of the first New Kids on the Block fan club in Karkkila.
Possibly Niko: Oh. Well. Wow.
Samu: I'm the other one.
Possibly Niko: ...
Exaggerating much? Not that I mind. It just feels silly. Because in my opinion, rock credibility is far, far away from me, whether we're considering my looks or record collection (which still holds some precious NKOTB albums).
Also, even I think that is an amusing story, but I really can't see why Samu has to tell it to every single person he introduces me to.
This time it did lead to a rather good conversation about Boomtown and Mark Wahlberg, so I'm not complaining.
Another mini conversation, from this morning. It amused me greatly.
Hanna: To your great pleasure I can tell you that I've spent the morning hiding several Lenin's heads into this graphic I'm working on.
Jarkko: No! Some limit!
I think he'll be having nightmares for the next five years or so. Teehee. But I'm also thinking that his idea about replacing Lenin with Mannerheim wouldn't pass.
Let's see, what else. I've packed seven boxes already. That means some half of my books and all my CDs. And some towels so that one of the boxes wouldn't be so heavy. The fact that I'm moving ina few weeks is slowly starting to sink in.. I can't imagine how I'm going to feel tomorrow when I'm actually signing the new hire contract. Aaaa!
I ought to be making Emmu's birthday present but just now I realised that my idea is crap and I have no idea what to give her. Foooock. She told me she doesn't mind if I give her present a bit late but I think it'd be nice to at least know what I'm going to give on the actual day. Which is next Thursday. Double aaaa!
Usable ideas? Anyone? No one? No? Erse.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
It's the international women's day today. Milla's remembered me somehow for a few years now, so this year I sent her the Hullut Hattuset and Klaus Thunder & Ukkosmaine CDs I got her last Saturday. I got an e-card from her this morning saying she'd received them. And apparently she is enjoying them, too, which is fair enough since the reason I bought them for her is that she wanted them :)
Other than the international celebration for women:
I don't think there are enough words to describe how much I don't like myself right now.
The history of English midterm is tomorrow and I couldn't make myself to revise for it properly. Suvi's also coming tomorrow and I couldn't make myself to tidy up the room properly either. I tried to make some sort of draft of the new SBP website because I know I'll run out of time otherwise but there's no vision whatsoever. It stinked like my old sneakers. Plus I ate chocolate and am feeling nasty because of it. Arrrrh.
Oh, and my yesterday's diary entry also remains unfinished. Like the one I wrote before that, in January.
Blaaaagh.
Also, I am panicking about the move. I honestly have no idea how I'm going to pull it off if Jaakko can't borrow a car from his dad on the 30th. Mum and Jussi will be here helping me on 31st and 1st, but that's not enough. Argh!
I need more friends with cars.
And I need a lot more cardboard boxes. If we only have time, I have to ask if Suvi would try to find some with me. Or more accurately, help me to carry them home if we happen to find any. I could get one (yes, one) today and it was jsut big enough for me to fit all my about 12 DVDs in there O_o Why do I have to own so much stuff, anyway? The clothes aren't problem, I can always stuff them into a big plastic bag, but the books are killing me. Damn mum and dad for raising me in a home full of books! Rraa! Stupid literary heritage.
And no, I don't mean that. But moving books is still a pain, especially when you own absolutely no boxes where to put them.
Honestly, I'm never eating chocolate again. I think I'm going to barf :|
Monday, March 07, 2005
Crushing you with style!
Pada padada pada padadada pada padada...
Yeah. Whatever.
But hey. Buffaloes! Rumble, rumble.
(Yes, the text above does make perfect sense to me.)
I did something extraordinary today. I actually dug out my diary and scribbled something in it. In fact, I'm still in the middle of an entry. It felt fairly nice to write out some things I'd never write here. And I do pray no one ever gets hold of the little thing, by accident or on purpose. Sweet cheese.. the things I've written in it in the past O_o
Sometimes I actually think about pulling a Mervi, as one might say, ie. burn my old diaries. She did it some years ago and though part of me is very tempted, I probably couldn't do it. But at the same time I can't vear the thought someone would go through them when I'm dead. Or still alive, for that matter.
It turns out Suvi's leaving on Friday already and that means three things
1) she's only here for two days, most of which I'll be at school or sleeping
2) she won't be here for the Janne Laurila gig and therefore I have to find someone else to accompany me because going alone still feels silly
3) there's no excuse not to start doing the media culture assignment during the weekend
But it's her choice, so I can't really complain. Oh well. We jsut have to make most of the time she is here. Still, bugger. If only I didn't have the dance research course right now. First I thought the schedule was fine, but now I see it's on the worst weeks. Now when Suvi's here and for the second time when I'm supposedly moving. Sigh.
John showed us the 1969 The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie video today. Erm. Muriel Spark apparently approves of it (save the colours that she thought were too bright, according to John) but I don't know.. Maggie Smith was brilliant (and funnily pretty, I never realised how dominant her eyes actually are), but the interpretations of both Miss Brodie and Sandy were so different from my own that I sometimes had difficulties remembering it is the same story. I had pictures them both as rather unpleasent characters and I think especially Sandy was elevated from that. There were also some minor changes that sort of bugged me, like reducing the number of the girls to four, but they're not that important. Ah well.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
In theory this was a very good weekend and I have nothing to complain about. And yet I'm feeling shitty. Go figure..
Doing nothing school related (apart from reading the Importance of Being Earnest and going through the HoE notes a few times) for a few days felt quite liberating but also made me yawny. When Anna-Leena and me got back from our little shopping trip yesterday afternoon, all I could do was lie down for two hours or so. Hm.
Don't know.. Maybe I put too much energy on being all social? Now I'm all blah. I could feel the blah-ness stepping on the train today.. Took the same train home as Ville and when I had completely lost my ability to concentrate on any book and was way beyond bored, I tried to raise some sort of conversation. Not much of a success since apparently neither of us was in the mood for talking, really. Still I tried but could think of nothing to say and kept blurting out the most irrelevant things for about half an hour before I finally gave up, for his sake and mine.
Mind you, being able to produce only irrelevant sentences is something that's been happening for the past week already. What is going on, I do not know. In any case, I hope it's passing soon, I really don't appreciate it ruining every conversation I try to have.
Also contributing the the State of Blah: The moment I stepped out from the train, this horrible CatCat hit from the early 90s appeared in my head. Why? It was stuck in my head also when I left on Friday. One more day and I don't know what I'll do. Something desperate, that's for sure.
I finally got to go to O'Connells last night. I loved it! Loved! If I lived in Tampere, I'd probably be there something like six days a week. But it was well worth the wait :) I've been wanting to go there ever since I was 15. Teehee..
A thought! Maybe I'm feeling shitty because I haven't eaten? Not that I'm hungry now. I just suddenly became aware of the fact that the last thing I've eaten today was two small slices of pizza at around 1.30pm.
I heard yesterday that the girl who's living in my new apartment now is only able to move out on April 1. That does cause some problems.. Me and my things have to be out of this current place on March 30 at 4pm. ARRRRR! I was secretly hoping I could move already on March 29 or something, but apparently that is not happening then. And that means that the 30th will be a hellish day because we need to get my old stuff out this place and into the new one, clean this flat, give away the keys AND I have a 4-hour lecture in the evening. It's going to kill me. But we'll try. Something's got to come out of it.. Right now I'm not very confident, though.
Blah. Shower. Food.
Friday, March 04, 2005
I'm leaving for a day early. Well, kind of. I don't have to be there until tomorrow but I decided that today is as good for sitting in the train as any other. I decided to take only a few school thingies with me and worry about the media culture assignment later.. So let's consider this as my winter vacation. Hurrah.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Christina Ricci was on Conan last night. When did she get so skinny? She used to be so much prettier before. Not that she is ugly now, just not as pretty. Shame. But maybe I can live with it..
Tonight's TV experience: the season premiere of Angel's last season. I find the thought distressing already because the show is, well, crap. But I have to know what happens to Spike - he was burnt to ashed in the last BtVS episode for goodness sake! And I hope the writers aren't so stupid as to pull another Darla stunt there. Plus, I want to see the apocalypse thingie in the end of the season and there's not much sense in watching it without knowing what's going on. Therefore, Angel, season five. Argh!
I'm feeling funnily insecure. I know I'm going to Tampere this weekend but I don't know how or for how long. This so doesn't suit me.. I'm always the one to know the exact plan days beforehand. It all depends on this guy I asked a lift from. He just didn't know whether he's going by car or train. If he's taking a car, I'm leaving whenever he is. If he's not, my departure depends on Milla. Good grief. When did it all get so difficult?
Walked to school today - for the first time while I've lived here. Nice five kilometres. Now I'm utterly exhausted which doesn't really make sense because I've been taking long walks every day since Saturday. Why should this be any different? Hm. But I'm making most of the Rantakylä pain while I'm still here. Actually went food shopping in Utra yesterday :)
Also went to library then. I borrowed Alice in Wonderland because I've never read it and I'm slightly ashamed because of it. Plus, John keeps telling us we ought to read it because it's (plus the Adventures Through the Looking Glass, is that the correct title?) is mirrored in most 20th century literature. So there. I got the version with illustrations by Tove Jansson, which should make it even more interesting.
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