Damn Seagulls' new album arrived in the mail! *bounce bounce bounce* Along with the badge I ordered, plus a promotional sticker. Am contemplating sticking it on a piece of paper and putting it up at the uni. Probably will. Heee. I'm on the track to missing both of my lectures today (hooray for apathy days) but this makes me a little bit happier about things. :3

Still feel bad, mind you. *sigh* This wasn't supposed to happen anymore...

One hundred days among the seas
sailing towards the unknown
without sun, without warmth
only the wind and the rain
and a hope to move mountains

Tides turn and seasons fly
one thousand days among the seas
yet the stars still go unseen
and the gales grow ever stronger
muting all else

—and as for hope?
Gone, like my heart.

Yar. He just accepted my friendship request on Facebook today and now it's confirmed. He's married.

Oh well. Doesn't mean I can't still use him as eye candy. And I actually am interested in knowing him as a person. Humm.

Today's poem, then.

Childhood bane
source of shame
and so many doubts
tears even still unshed

yet somehow
nostalgia, I know
I love the sights, the lights
the highs and lows of Hyvinkää

Going home, leaving lappy here. See ya sometime on Sunday evening, probably.

edit: Couldn't stay entirely away after all :P On my mom's computer at the moment, though I'll be going off to watch some CSI and Grey's Anatomy very soon.

Monometer today. Blame [Triola]. :P

Dreaming
quill in
tight grasp
she is
so softly
glowing

Red of heart, of soul, of hand
her reality is this impassioned act
this prison that she cannot stand
a glass shell that could not be cracked

Captive, shamed and on display
yet her fire-tipped wings burn
even as they begin to fray
and a bitter hatred, churn

All those lies have left her helpless
stranded, with shreds of dignity
hanging about in fragile threads
but she does not want their pity

Weakened yet still not broken
she'll smile till everything blurs
and tear his own heart wide open
as thanks for twisting hers

I just realised - even though I occasionally moan about the annoying sides to my job as a Daily Poem Boss, and how the position keeps me from submitting my own work, I'll probably not even take any trainees under my wing any time soon. I actually like being in charge, and, despite everything, I really do love the job. I'm afraid I'm a permanent fixture there. Perhaps time will change things, as it so often does. For now, though: I am the mistress. Har har har. It just means I'm going to have to figure out other ways to get people to read my poetry.

*wibble* You can listen to the whole album on MySpace now. Bwihihihihi. Lami's a happy kitten! And so pre-ordering it. Bweeeeeee.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to squeal (how bad of me!) but Damn Seagulls published another single from their new album. http://www.myspace.com/damnseagulls
Just a few days and the whole album is out! *bounce bounce*

Baa? <_<

Sink down with the wearied winter sun
another day’s toil complete — but at what price
Why don’t you simply break and run?
Out far in the horizon something shines
strive, yearn, hope and scream — it cannot be reached
darling, you must read between the lines
there’s no prince charming and never once was one

I'm writing too little nowadays. Solution: From now on, I'll attempt to write something daily, even if it's only a haiku. A bit like my April challenge from two years back (keep the doctor away!) but much more extensive. With any luck, I'll be writing every day for the rest of the year.

Having trouble deciding which piece to enter in the Dark Poetry Contest. Halp?

a. Follow the leader
b. Silenced stories
c. The silent muse
d. Winter lullaby

Personally, I'm inclined towards option a, but I'll take opinions gladly.

Loooollerskates.

Patricio, you are lovely :D

The universe is laughing at me, I'm sure of it.

Hormones suck, and there's not much to do except surrender and go for the ride. I'm aware the risk is always high that I get burned, especially factoring in my track record; that doesn't make it any less dispiriting when it happens.

He's cute, and long-haired, and has dimples and a heavy metal guy kind of style. I had, despite my attempts at discouraging myself from getting any hopes up, entertained the notion that he might in fact have been watching me first. Fool me. His left ring finger glinted at me mockingly in class today.

NOT FUCKING AMUSED.

So, next order of business? Bludgeon feelings of infatuation into something resembling submission, move him into the category 'just eye candy' and see if I can't still make a friend outta him.

Sigh.

It has already been pointed out to me that the ring in question could simply be something 'fashionable' but I ain't holding my breath. As of now, unless something happens to indicate otherwise, he's counted as off the market in my mind.


Oh, in other news: Package from Argentina arrived.



edit: Yeah. I saw a photo of him with a clear view of his left hand. If that's not an engagement/wedding ring on his finger, I don't know what it is.
And he's a lyricist for a black metal band, too. Le sigh.

Off for the weekend. Laters. :3

Snatched from Atay.

Rules:
Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answers to the following questions.
Post the first definition it gives you.


1)Name?
Saara

A silly girl who always chooses the wrong boy

Yo, like don't go anywhere near that, she's a total saara

...this is totally true. <_<

2)Your age?
22

1) A .22 caliber handgun
2) Any rim that measures 22 inches in size
3) Slang term used for women to let you know they are prostitutes.

1) Don't tote no 22's
2) Magnum cost me 22, sat it on them 22's
3) Lil mama super thick, she say she 22

La de dah o_O

3)One of your friends?
Laura

meaning 'from the laurel flower'
a beautiful name, in fact one of the best names ever.

hey laura, you're soo fly

Is that why there are so many Lauras in the world? :P

4)What should you be doing?
Sleeping.

To masturbate furiously in your room while praying that your grandma doesn't come in.

GET OUT GRANDMA! I was sleeping.
Those were sleeping noises grandma.

Lollerskates xP

5)Favourite color?
Blue

The hue of the portion of the visible spectrum lying between green and indigo, evoked in a human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 420 to 490 nanometers.

The sky is blue.

Ah, science. So urban!

6)Birthplace?
Hyvinkää

...is not defined yet. I'll make my own definition, then, though I won't submit it:

A city of about 45,000 people in the Uusimaa province. Shittiest place in all of Finland.

Nothing good ever comes outta Hyvinkää.

Hell yeah I'm still bitter <_<

7)Birth month?
November

The most popular form of rain when getting married to a hot and sexy rockstar.

Its hard to hold a candle in the cold November Rain.

Guns N' Roses! :D


8)Last person you talked to?
Trin

A combination of two phrases. "True" and "indeed". Used to agree with something or said when something cool happens.

Some dude: damn that bitch is hot
You: trin!

Heeheehee :D

9)One of your nicknames?
Lami

A common misspelling of the word "LMAO" (laughing my ass off). Mostly used by people who cannot spell.

People who make this typo say they are dislexic. When they really are not, and just don't want to look bad/stupid/retarded.

<Me>: Arugh these people are throwing beer bottles outside of my house.
<N00b>: LAMI
<Me>: ...Laughing your ass in? That must be painful.
<N00b>: lol, i hav dislexia lol. i type werong.
<Me>:Uhmmm being dislexic does not mean you can't type on the keyboard, nor do you see spinning letters or anything.
<N00b>:LMAI owned!!!1//1
<Me>: Once again laughing your ass in... and your laughing at yourself.
<N00b>:i hax u be nic 2 me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@!!@//?!

I am a typo o_o

Just because this point needs reinforcing: Hormones are stupid.
Thank you. Carry on.

Moon bow. The yellow and red are a tad too bright, but you get the general idea.

Desperation time.

No, really.

I have to learn from this. I have to.

For now, it seems my spring will be brimming with filler courses to make up for the loss of study points.

edit: I will be able to submit the autumn term paper next December and get credit for the course then - presuming I get the spring term paper done on time. Which I bloody well will. No more last-minute anythings!

I'm not sure if I slept at all. And now I have three hours to write out my IntroLit term paper, print it, and hand it to Goymer. Oh, joy.

Want bed. >_<

Blueberry pancakes = almost a success. They didn't really want to stay in one piece...