Lols.
http://d20.jonnydigital.com/2008/12/hilarious-house-rules

So I baked last night after being stupid enough to drink coffee in the afternoon and spending the rest of the day rather restless. All well and good, that, but who the fuck am I going to feed it to?
The obvious answer is, of course, the uni roleplay club, especially seeing how we have a board game night tomorrow, but the further question is... how the hell am I going to haul all that pie there. I've got no containers big enough here. Ponder ponder. Ponder. Meh, I'll just ask tomorrow if anyone could loan some boxes to me - now's a bad time to do anything of the sort.

In fact, I should already be in bed. Lah...

I've been playing with water colours at night.

Sometimes, I get this intense urge, almost need, to find a childhood friend of mine. Problem is that he has a pretty generic last name, and while he contacted me a few years back after finding me on Elfwood, any contact information I might have had disappeared when my computer went poof. Knowing where he lived when we were kids doesn't help much if he's moved out for uni. The only probable Google result that could be him is a practice group list for some mechanics course at the Helsinki uni. He was the type of person who might have ended up studying stuff like that...

I suppose it's important because he was a large part of my past, one of the few friends I had, though we didn't spend as much time together from seventh grade on when he started becoming more interested in computers and the like. Still. A friend is a friend, and hours of playing make-believe games and computer games together don't just fade away that fast. Nor do other vague unspoken bonds.

Why is it that I can never seem to decide what to call myself...
I registered on Facebook using Lami as my first name, but now that I thought about it again, I changed to my real one. Why? Because as much as I still hate my real first name, using my nickname there feels wrong. I know that only people who know me will friend me there, but they don't all necessarily know me very well or have very much to do with me. 'Lami' is reserved for those who actually do know me, spend time with me... and the people that I find myself at a game table with.

I'm just confused, that's what it is. It would be so much easier if I could just associate the two names as having equal value. But for that to happen, I'd have to start actually standing my real name and relax on the feeling of 'Lami' somehow being my 'private' name. Then again, that's also the name I am on IRC as, so this is all just a load of bollocks.

In conclusion: argh and blargh.

My dad is a WoW player. This amuses me mostly because I totally should have seen it coming.

On another note, I must once again conclude that I seem to be unable to get over the guys I've crushed badly on, no matter how much time has passed - and surely not all of it can be blamed on lonely, overactive hormones. Bah at this, says I.

I broke my long-standing vow and - heavens know why - am now to be found on Facebook. Blah.

Let's put this back in circulation! Nicked from [~Valkyrie~].

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favourite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

_{This doesn't actually work with the one that was closest. *looks for the next one*}

He had cut his foot badly and was in a degree of pain. Exhaustion from the day's tracking shadowed his face. But no amount of personal discomfort merited this kind of exchange with the most senior slave on the plantation.
- From The Longest Memory by Fred D'Aguiar. As of yet unwrapped Christmas present for le mother.

Sodding Steel Rose. Argh, I says.

Puppy Division

I am going to keep pointing my camera at that rose until I get the perfect shot. Damn it. *growls at it*

Here's one way to tell you're addicted.
You're knitting, so both your hands are occupied and you can't be bothered to pause every other minute to click for the next posting. So, you take a good position, keep knitting, and use your toe to hit 'N' so you can still keep reading. Bwehehehe. Yaaaargh...

13419 unread postings in Junk, btw.

*deflates* Need that chocolate soon.

Ah, fuck. The guy at one of the other three computers in here has some subtle enough cologne or something that it doesn't make me want to gag and he smells good -_-
I think I'll need to depart soon.

Stolen from Trin, who nicked it from Allison.

Do you mind explaining things to children?
Nah.

How many times a day do you go to the bathroom?
I don't count it o_O

Can you neatly write with your opposite hand?
No xD I'd like to be able to, though. I've vague intentions of training myself to be ambidextrous.

Do you prefer chicken, beef, pork, or tofu?
Depends, but I'd say chicken.

What are you doing besides this survey?
Working on Christmas presents ;3

Do you have a clock in the room you are sitting in right now?
Can't see one on the wall, but there's my cell phone if that counts...

What is the name of your neighborhood or development?
Kaijonharju

If you were a cow, would you sleep standing up, or lying down?
I already doze standing up... Uh, yeah. Depends.

If you could go outta town right now where would you be going?
Helsinki, damnit. Two more weeks till holidays.

What is your favorite video game?
Zelda: Ocarina of Time

When did you cry last?
Don't recall at the moment, but it can't have been too long ago.

Have you ever played the game MASH?
Nnnope.

You're gonna get a piercing, where is it?
Navel. It'd be the left brow if I didn't wear glasses.

How do you feel about your first true love?
Is there more than one true love? Eh, I guess it depends on what you're looking at. Answer to this, however, is I don't know.

When you were little, were you totally into Barney?
Who?

Do you play games on your cell phone?
Only when I find I need to wear down the battery or I'm really, really, really bored.

Are you an aunt/uncle?
Wellll... if you count my cousin's kids, then yeah. And Laura's dogs. Otherwise, that would be a no.

If you could change one thing about your looks, what would it be?
Less stocky, plz.

What kind of magnets are on your fridge?
Uh. Don't remember.

Who was the last person you had a serious talk with?
Uuuumm. Memory fails.

Who do you call when you need comfort?
Laura.

What movie do you want to see?
Sex and the City, for one.

Who is your favorite actor?
Johnny Depp is still the first answer to this, though I've developed a rather strong case of Rickman adoration.

Who is your favorite actress?
Emma Thompson.

When is the last time you did a puzzle?
Loooooooong time ago. Too long.

What songs would you put on a cd if you were about to burn one?
Depends on the mood of the CD.

When did you last go to the gym?
Uh. When I was still in senior secondary? :P

What cable company do you have?
N/A.

Have you ever played Monopoly, and won?
Mm-hm.

How easily do you apologize?
Depends on the situation.

Have you taken any medicine lately?
Nup.

Hottest thing you see right now?
A Finnish-to-English dictionary? :D

Does everything happen for a reason?
I sometimes like to think so.

What is your favorite online game?
Durrr. FreeRice? :P

Favorite TV channel?
Uh. SubTV?

Last place you got a hair cut?
Laura's balcony :P

Last person you made a bet with?
No recollection whatsoever.

Stayed in a hotel lately?
Nope.

What is something you are scared to do?
Socialising.

Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
Former employer.

Do you have four generations still living in the family?
Alas, no. Well, not in the immediate family, anyways.

Best rib place you've ate at?
N/A

What is one of your family tradition?
Erm. We go to our summer house for Christmas, but even that is sorta... sporadic.

Is there anything you always do before you go to bed?
Nothing comes to mind that I would do every night...

What goes best with soda?
I don't drink soda.

How many lights are on in your house?
Don't know, I'm at uni at the moment.

Wanna get anything off your chest?
Nothing I can think of right this second.

What is something you learned today?
That kilts became common in Scotland only when George III made a visit attired in one.

Huh. I haven't eaten anything other than a few pieces of chocolate in about 32 hours. My liquid intake yesterday consisted of a few sips of water and a mug of tea.
Think I ought to take some bread before I crash into bed...

My rhythm is so totally fucked up xD

So, I'm 22 now. Don't really feel much different, and the day has been decidedly anticlimactic. It rained instead of snowing - I have this silly wish of getting snow for my birthday every year - and I'm most probably going to spend the evening by myself, munching on chocolate and crisps and watching CSI episodes.

In other news, I gots new glasses last Saturday. Will post picture when I can be arsed to take one.

Here for safekeeping. No need to click unless you're interested in punctuation rules. :P

http://www.grammarbook.com/english_rules.asp#punctuationRules 
http://owl.english.purdue.edu/handouts/grammar/ 
http://owl.english.purdue.edu/handouts/grammar/g_overvw.html 
http://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/resource/566/02/ 
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He asked me if I'd ever prayed. I said I hadn't.

A lie, that was. I wish I'd told him the truth, just to see his reaction. The truth is I did pray once. Just once... no, make that twice. The first time, I can't have been more than eleven, and I begged to be taken away. The second time, I was seventeen and asking for something to believe in. There was never a response. None. I wish I'd told him that I know that even if God exists, he's a busy man, and I'll never be one of his children. I wish I'd told him that the Bible is nothing more than mythology to me. I wish I could have told that complete and utter stranger how fucking tired I am of my life, and how God or Jesus or whoever is not going to save me, because they're not real for me and I'm not real for them and I am not one of his children.


...uh, yeah, just ignore this little piece of bitterness here if you want to. I don't know why I get so angry.

Also, apologies to those who do believe. Sometimes, I wish I could share your faith. But I can't, and I never will. It just isn't meant to be that way. And no, I don't really want to talk about it.

Had young mormon men at our door :o
The one who did the talking had an adorable accent, though I had a tiny bit of trouble understanding him because of it. We chatted a bit, but in the end I just sent 'em on their way.

Darn he was cute. >_<