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Sunday, May 29, 2005
I'm getting too old to stay awake for two nights in a row. I hardly could keep my eyes open until the end of the Mockshot gig last night and once it was over, I fleed. And fell asleep at once.
This was preceeded by speaking absolute nonsense for about 30 hours or so. I started it in Lahti already, but it got worse and worse last night. About 75% of my sentences were grammatically incorrect, and in the ones I did happen to get right, I kept saying stuff I didn't mean and mixing up things. After I referred to Deep Purple as Black Sabbath twice without really noticing it, I decided it'd be better to maintain a low profile for the rest of the evening :D
Lahti wasn't spectacular or anything, but it was alright. My bus was late so I had to phone the school so that they wouldn't leave before I got there (as I was responsible for getting keys for everyone). Aino arrived right after me, Titta and Anu about two hours later, Anni and Hellu right after them and Kaisa an hour later. Mikko's schedules were blown more than once and he arrived at 3am, which was a bit of a bore, but I didn't really care because he is the one I've seen most since we left Lahti.
Anyway. Aino and me had pizza in Petra. After all the girls had arrived, we had some wine and went to Hanhenpoika <3 It was Cheri that killed my good mood. Sweet cheese! I'd forgotten how much I don't like the place! Ah well. Just when I was about to leave, the others announbced we're going to some karaoke bar, and off we went. After Hellu and Aino had both sung, Anu, Titta and myself left. The others went to some other bar still and arrived around three with Mikko. And then Kaisa and me stayed up in our room talking whatever for ages, but woke up early because I wanted to go to the harbour in the morning before I had to take the 1pm train. Therefore, not much sleep.
In short, it was nice to see everyone again but we could've skipped Cheri. Others were planning to go to Diva on Saturday night, and if they did that, I'm not particularly sorry I had to go. But I really think we could make an annual habit of this or something. Definitely.
On to-do-list now: pack again. Luckily I don't need anyhthing fancy at grandpa's. Just some ordinary clothes and good shoes if we're going out for a walk. For Milla's sake I try to stay awake in the car, but I don't know what wíll happen. I'm hardly awake now.
Also on the list: take my VCR to Milla's. The first episode of the X-Files is on telly tomorrow, and I really want to see it but we don't get Sub here. Milla does, but her VCR is broken. Thus my VCR is going on a little holiday in her apartment.
Found my old Northern Exposure tapes yesteday. The joy of it!
I want pizza.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Just had almonds and hazel nuts for breakfast. Milla and me bought them (and cashew nuts) from Tampere on Wednesday but forgot(!) to eat them. A word of wisdom for everyone: there is nothing like an almond that has gone bad. It somehow manages to taste like rotten Amaretto liqueur. Bleuuurgh.. I recommend tasting one for those who like extreme things in their food, others may want to stay away.
It's the Vesku reunion in Lahti today but I don't really unbderstand it. I'm not nervous, anxious or excited. I'm just all blah. How boring. Probably the excitement will kick in once I'm on my way, or when I reach Lahti at the latest. It's a shame only seven of us are able to make it, but then again I don't think it'd be any better if all 21 were present. It would get just way too chaotic.
But all in all, I hope it'll be a good evening. Even if the groupd won't be complete until after 10pm or so, because Mikko's got somewhere to be. And Hellu won't come until around 8 either.
More Star Wars stuff, since I've been writing about it lately anyway. I was bored the other night and started to watch Episode I (yes, I was that desperate). And lo and behold, it didn't bore me in the least! Maybe it was the fact I watched it in several parts (and fast forwarded through the racing thingie), but I found it perfectly watchable - for the first time ever. I am in shock.
I am also in shock because of Anakin's backbag when he's leaving Tatooine with Qui-Gon. Is it just me, or does the bag seem a bit out of place? In case no one else has paid attention to it, I can say it looks way too *something*, can't describe it (see this). The part that bugged me the most was the handle on top. Grah! It is just all wrong.
First of all, I can't really associate such a bag with anything in Star Wars, let alone some slave boy from Tatooine. I know I'm making a big deal of something that ought not to be so, but really. The whole scene was ruined because of the one bag.
Anyone reading the blog: Maybe she should get a life?
ps. #1: For some reason everything I bought this week smells like petrol. Annoyance.
ps. #2: Why didn't anyone tell me AC/DC was a colloquial expression for a bisexual? I never knew. o_O
Monday, May 23, 2005
I got the introduction to dance research results back today and realised I got 2,5! It's like.. OMG!!1 How I pulled that one off, I do not know.
Milla and me are leaving for Hämeenkyrö / Tampere today. Back on Wednesday. Leaving for Lahti on Friday, coming back on Saturday. Going to grandpa's on Sunday and coming home on Tuesday. And from Wednesday the 1st onwards I'll be working for five days a week again. Seems exhaustive all this traveling, but I don't care.
Now thinking of this, though, I'm glad I skipped going to Helsinki last Saturday. Instead I went to this mini barbeque party at Virpi's and ate more than in the last three weeks together (and I've been eating a lot lately). A lovely evening. I really would've wanted to go to see my little friendses in Helsinki, too, I can't deny that. But this way I didn't really feel I was missing out on anything. I'll see the lot later, I'll make sure of that.
As Star Wars is now extremely topical, I though it would be a good moment to see if Hayden Christensen is still in my CeleMatch top five. He is. Number five to be exact. Kieran Culkin still seems to be #1, but the other familiar names have been replaced by two NBA players and a Brazilian footballer. How boring.
Didn't sleep well and now my nexk, shoulders and head ache like hell. Hopefully it'll stop before we start off or sitting in the car will be rather unpleasent.
Friday, May 20, 2005
One of the big nerd moments in life last night: I queued in the middle of all the 10-year-olds to see episode three. Alone. Mental note: if I ever see a bunch of 10-year-olds going to see a film, I am not going. They were a pain. Again.
But holy moley!
Hayden Christensen has developed a new facial expression, if not even two! It wasn't at all as painful to watch him as it has been before (not just EpII, but also Life As a House, Higher Ground and the likes). And no rolling in the hay and all that shite EpII suffered from. Whee.
I actually quite enjoyed Revenge of the Sith. All the odds were against it, and the film had all the possibilities to fail in my eyes, but it was not bad. Far, far better than the other parts of the new trilogy. Even if the Jedi knights jumped around as if they were Spiderman.
Some Finnish bloke already said it all in his IMDb review, so I just quote:
"But it's got Hayden Christensen, who almost manages to ruin the movie entirely. It's also got non-existent character direction by Lucas and the usually competent Ewan McGregor spouting some rather silly lines. It's got its fair share of tooth-grindingly bad daytime soap opera dialogue, delivered without passion or soul.
Still, I was thoroughly entertained, despite its glaring faults."
Awful lot of cutting hands and legs, though. They could've come up with some alternative ways to do things.
But I have to say I almost cried a few times. Silly me. Like the part were the funny looking Jedi master dies. The one that looks like he's been stolen from The Coneheads. I like him.
It's the strangest thing, in a way. I am always drawn to the baddies and I think Darth Vader is extremely cool. I knew what was going to happen. And still I was hugely dissapointed by Anakin's actions. Ah well. I just think his greed for power could've done more subtly, or (on the other hand) it could've been developed better over time. He just transformed a bit too quickly in the end.
Anakin: laalaa, I am an angsty Jedi, laalaa, I think the dark side is evil, laalaa, my empire, mwahahahaa!
Hanna: What the hell just happened?
In other news, I still haven't unpacked all my things and it's bothering me. I just can't make myself do it. Instead I'm reading Sophie's World and doing whatever to pass my time.
I also phoned Elisa group today because I haven't received my phone bill in a long, long time. Turns out they've been lost. Hopefully I'll get them from now on. Of course, Jussi paid for them because I am broke. I'm doing my best trying not to feel bad about it.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Oh, my poor, poor head. Ouch.
Thanks to the summer party, I once again have a killer head ache. Luckily, that's where my hangover ends, ie. I'm not feeling nasty or anything.
Danced my feet off in BePop until 4am. Other wanted to go to Anni's (and apparently did) but, as sun was already up, I protested and went home. And dreamed about Virpi and Freddy Krueger and Tax Free shopping, all in the same dream. Sometimes I honestly wonder.
BePop was crap, but there weren't too many people in the tiny BeRock area so I went there and the others followed. And the music was surprisingly alright, too. Everything from Abba to Mokoma, but without any latino techno pop thingie they were playing on the other side.
Tried to take pictures of me and Jaakko, but the curse still holds. It is impossible for us two to appear in the same picture and look anywhere near intelligent. We reached the conclusion that we're just ugly, that is all.
Har.
I've decided to stay home tonight. Save going for a coffee with Virpi and Mikko (they made me lovely Galliano & cocoa drinks last night), if they're up for it.
Right now I'm rather happy I have no free weekends during the summer. I don't think I want to even see beer, cider, long drinks or wine for the next forever. Of course that will be ruined very probably on Saturday when we have the get-to-know-each-other tutor quality evening. Bugger.
In other news, me watching MTV non-stop finally paid off and I've now seen the new Backstreet Boys video. This is very sad, but I do love it. Really. The video looks great and the song isn't that bad. And for once, Brian's not singing any lead vocals so it's all AJ's pretty, pretty voice. Aaah.. Though I have to say there was something Westlife-y in the chorus. But whatever. Incomplete. Lovely.
And speaking of Incomplete, I've been wondering why the week has felt so strange and empty (in other words, incomplete - in case someone didn't get it..) and today I realised it. I haven't seen The Prettiest Boy In The World for the whole week! I usually bump into him about five times a day, but now, not a single glimpse since last week! He's probably left for the summer holiday already. Ah well. It's not that disastrous anyway. It's not like I've ever talked to him or anything :D
Off to have so hangover lunch with the girls. Or at least Noora & Ann-Catrin, if others won't be able to makes it. Whee.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
I'm tired of people again.
It's rather inconvenient for two reasons:
1) I've made plans with several people and can't really cancel.
2) If I stay alone at home, I feel pathetic and thus seek for company.
It's getting really annoying, though. I talk to someone for five minutes and am irritated by something and avoid the person after that.
Also, I have no idea where this came from. I get tired of people every now and then, it's not normal, but usually it's not this bad. Except last January. Don't want to go back to that again o_O
Makes life difficult, let me tell you.
Nerd annoyance:
Marjo asked if I'd like to go to see Ep3 with her, Jori, Anna-Leena and Aleksi on the 21st. I'd love to. But I've also promised to go to my great aunt's 85th birthday and don't want (and couldn't really either) cancel that. And now I have to see Ep3 alone or with Samu, neither option as fun as going with the lot would've been. Oh well. Every time they organise something, it's pretty much a rule that I'm otherwise engaged. Grah.
ps. Everyone I've talked to have shared my Constantine pain. Good. I am not alone in this.
Monday, May 09, 2005
My poor heart. It is broken.
(Warning: American Idol obsession ahead!)
I can't believe Constantine was voted out. Constantine! It broke my heart last night. I'm never seeing that pouting lip on telly again.
I have to say it was almost fair. His version of How You remind Me was so bad it also broke my heart. The performance was good enough but the vocals were plain bad. Especially the ending. Sweet cheese. What was he thinking?
What I cannot understand, though, is that Anthony and Scott stayed longer than him. I would've sent those two home ages ago. They're both crap.
The only reason fow watching the effin' show any more is Bo. I think he's finally getting the grasp of it all, and it works. Go Bo! Also, like I said to Henna last night when I informed her about the loss of Mr Maroulis, Bo was so good I almost faxed him my knickers. And now we can all spend time on figuring out whether I meant it literally or not. But suddenly I find myself liking I Don't Wanna Be, or whatever the song is called Bo sang this round. <3
ps. Got spoiled about who is voted out next. Whee.
In other news: I almost got hit by a car today. For the first time ever here. It's a wonder it's taken this long as the traffic habits and arrangements of JNS are pretty much a disaster.
Also, there are most interesting things organised in the main auditorium of the university. Usually they are some sort of business theme days, and last Saturday it was health care. This week, though? International Congress on the science of Figure Skating. It is a wonderful world.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Aeaaaarh.
I've been seduced by the darker side of the force.
For the past two days I've been hanging out in various bars with various people. Not that I've been drinking all that much or would be suffering the after-badness of badness, I'm just tired. That is all. (<-- O. Wilde uses that phrase a lot in The Picture of Dorian Gray, by the way)
Thirsday started well. I went for a morning walk. And then watched the Futurama marathon on SubTV (I love the series, but 12 episodes in a row is a challenege). Then I went to see my uncle for about half an hour as he had just arrived in Joensuu. Not too bad. Then I made the fatal mistake of going to see Recalled to Life.
After the play I hung out at Kuppila with Kari, Samu and Marsu for a while, and then we headed to Jokela and stayed there (accompanied by some guy called Teppo as well + Niko for a little while) until it closed. Samu and me decided to get something to eat and then he crashed at my place because he couldn't be bothered to go home. That basically meant watching Monty Python's Holy Grail and not much sleep.
Yesterday I woke up early because I'd promised to meet up with my uncle at ten. Hung out with him with shops and cafes (and Jokela) for five hours and when I was just about the walk to the university library to check my e-mail, Kari phoned. And to Kerubin kuppila I went. Two hours there. Home to shower and eat, and then with Kari & Jari to Fever at 7.30pm, which re-opened yesterday. Kari and Marsu left for some party after a few hours but I lingered with Jari and Kari's flatmate watching the USA - Finland hockey game (!), until Mikko came. Around 1am I decided it's too hard for me to keep my eyes open and went home (via Hesuburger).
So basically, I haven't done any of the work thingies I was planning to, and I've spent way too much money of coffee, tea, beer, food etc. Also, had Marsu not been there for most of the time, I should probably worry about the "Hanna and the other guys" phenomenon again.
Hanna: I've always thought I look pretty common, not so--
Marsu: You look like a junkie to me.
Hanna: --
Marsu: Though coming from me it is a compliment.
Samu: It is.
Hanna: In that case, thank you?
Marsu invited me to this party tonight but I think I'd better lay low for the night. And of course there is also the fact that I own absolutely no clean clothes because I haven't done any laundry lately. I might actually use the night for that. Whee.
I bought new sneakers yesterday and although they seemed to fit at the shop, I think they're too small for me. NOOOO! I love them, they're so cute. And therefore I am determined to wear them, because I am convinced my feet will adjust. If not, they will probably drop off. Tough. But the shoes were cheap, so I think I'll be able to live even if I can't wear them. Hell, I'm even able to buy a new pair. Actually, I think I'll buy another pair (in different colour, whee) anyway. Hooray for really cheap shoes. :)
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
London = good.
I just wrote a long e-mail description of the trip to some people and now don't really feel like repeating it all. So..
The biggest highlights, I think, were the National Gallery and the play. I've never been to the National Gallery before, and when we separated for a few hours on Saturday (mostly because we all had different interests), I decided to go there. It was lovely. How does one get to work there? I wonder. That'd be nice for a while.
The play then. Woah. I was on a really bad mood and extremely tired, but still. Patrick Stewart. Like.. OMG!!!1! I can't believe I've been in the same room with him. I've been breathing the same air (I just learnt that breathing London air for a day is as bad as smoking 15 cigarettes). He's so.. Patrick Stewart! Joshua Jackson was very good as well, I can't deny that. Equally charismatic and things. All in all, a good perfomance. I loved it. Loved.
The Theatre Museum on Friday would've been one of the highlights as well (what a nerd), but we were kind of in a hurry and had been walking for hours already, so I didn't enjoy it as much as I normally would have. But if I ever go to London again, I'm going back. Most definitely.
And being the nerd I am, I took extreme pride in being able to tell Tanja texciting tidbits of the history of British drama when we were walking past the Drury Lane Theatre. "Did you know that the late 17th century was the period of Restoration Theatre, and this theatre here was one of the two lisenced theatres? The history of the period explains the.."
Ken would be so proud of me he'd probably burst.
The gig then.
That goodness none of us was in London just because of the gig. The horror, the horror. (<-- if these literary quotes of mine don't stop soon, I'm going to lose it) After queuing about an hour to a place with no seats there whatsoever, we had to stand for about two hours before the opening act even started. And then another 45 minutes or so waiting for James. The band that opened was good enough, but I think four songs would've been quite perfect instead of the six they played. By the time James got on the stage, we were all so tired we'd almost given up. Anna-Leena actually did, and went further away to see the gig. Me and Tanja joined her after some 1½ songs or so.
And as we all already knew, James Marsters isn't such a good musician. I have a hard time in believing that there was someone there just for the music. He's average at his best (and he knows it, thankfully). The blue & rock type of songs were alright, and he sang them rather well too, but his "talent" doesn't reach to ballads. He ought to drop them, honestly. But the uptempo tunes were surprisingly good (except Dangerous, but it was because of the fact that the song is terrible). Goodbye was lovely!
I ended up buying the ridiculously over-priced album because I knew I'd regret it if I didn't. And what do you know, it's not that bad actually! I cannot say it's good either, but it beats the horrid Ghost of the Robot recordings in an instant.
Me and Tanja also gave points for the looks. The new hair suits James and so did the shirt he was wearing. And I do have to admit that the smile makes me melt also live and not just on the telly.
Oh, just one more thing. Camden Town on Sunday. I finally got the Jack the Pumkin King bag I've been dying to buy for the last two or three months. I'm loving it <3
Some pictures. The Piccadilly Circus tourist pic wasn't working properly, so I'll need to add it later, if I still feel like it.
Tanja's first visit to British Museum documented.
It was snowing in Finland.
Our smelly hostel room (+ a sleeping Canadian bloke).
Queuing for the gig (when all the standing still hadn't killed our smiles).
The venue. We cannot pose.
Stryngs = the opening act.
James I.
James II.
James III.
James IV feat. The Head.
James V feat. The Head.
James VI feat. The Head.
After the gig, feet hurting like hell (Tanja = Angel :).
A building near our hostel.
Meeting up for a Saturday dinner.
Tanja & Piksa & the Tube.
The May Day pints outside pub.
True May Day weather (=rain) drove us inside.
A bathroom with a view.
Anna-Leena and the Skeletor skirt!
There was much less space for legs on the plane than it shows here..
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