I have a beautiful new tattoo. ^_^ Some of you already know what I took and where, but for those who don't: it's a note key with a little bird sitting on it, located on my hip. Pictures will be forthcoming once it heals (and because I'm impatient, maybe even before that).


edit: Here we go. The area is a bit swollen and the photo isn't very good, but it's sharp enough.

Jukka has a French girlfriend :P
I can admit to being the teensiest bit jealous, but mostly I'm just awwwing at it. Probably because it's a smaller shock the second time around and (more importantly) because I am quite infatuated with Jussi. I do worry about what will happen after her exchange year ends - will he be alone again? :/

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<3

Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but it feels like the only times my period could be called anything even resembling regular are when I'm dating. If this actually is so, I'd like to have a word with my body.

THERE IS NOT GOING TO BE ANY GODDAMN BABY-MAKING. Kthxbai.

Sorry for being MIA so much again lately. The only reason I can give you is that time runs away when I'm with the boi. :)

There was a kiss. :)
Or, well, more a very soft pressing-together-of-lips but that still counts. I'm smiling non-stop again.

My conversations with Miss Curls get very... interesting sometimes. :P

13:18:55 <suhmu> now an image of a bunch of you making out with each other in my closet is stuck in my head
13:19:05 <Lami> Oh dear god xD
13:19:18 <Lami> That's so gross xD
13:19:44 <suhmu> :p
13:19:52 <suhmu> yeeees... gross...
13:20:01 <suhmu> I'll draw a picture and make a fortune

So out of the blue, while we're sitting in a lecture, Miss Curls asks me to write an erotic poem. I go "wha, I don't do that kind of stuff" but make an attempt anyway. Here's the result.


the clock on the nightstand
is ticking the stars away
glimmering between the curtains
on your muted skin
the moon smiles and knows
every breath caught in my throat

and

touch by touch
caressed over gentle curves
each minute is spent
letting my fingers meet
every contour of you

Observation: I felt thinner, prettier and overall more satisfied with my body when I had been to a morning walk on most of the mornings last week, even though logically there couldn't have been any real effect yet. Now when I haven't had time/energy for it these past couple of days I already feel uncomfortable in my skin again.
The psyche is a funny thing.

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:)

She was a quiet one. Always had been, and probably always would be. She often went unnoticed, being as quiet as she was, but she never minded. She could happily occupy herself with books and when she bothered with the world, she preferred the observer's position above any other. She rarely felt that she had something to give and when she did, she gave to those few who acknowledged her existence. Her life was simple enough. She was content.

This changed, of course, as things do. The year when her body decided that it was done morphing into expected yet unrecognisable shapes she came to a troubling realisation: she now wished to be noticed, if by no one else then by the apothecarist's son. That same year, her mother's health had begun to fail and it fell to her to fetch the myriads of medicines prescribed. Nothing seemed to help. She had to return time and again, and more often than not she would see the young man while running her errand. He was pleasant in all possible meanings of the word and, burned with shame as she was by the thought, she came to enjoy her meetings with him - even if he tended to look right through her. For him, she was not there, or at least no more of consequence than a lone moth that had strayed into the shop.

She tried to engage him in conversation but could not quite figure out how. She had never really tried before. There had been no point as she had not had anything to offer. But now a spark had lit, somewhere inside, and she wished to share it. She hoped, if she made herself audible, that he would see her. She tried and tried until she could only taste dust, and the last time she did she thought she felt a wingtip brush her lip.

She thought her lungs and throat were full of caterpillars. They must have been, for she could never speak a word past the butterflies in her mouth. By the end of summer, the apothecarist's son was betrothed, and she fell back to her silence. Soon after, her mother finally faded away.

The girl became a ghost.

One day in early autumn when the sun still had warmth enough to send through golden-red leaves and birds twittered among themselves, preparing to fly to warmer climates, she found a new path splitting the forest near her house.

For a small moment, she stared at it, hesitating. There was something different. Then she looked back and felt that spark flare one last time. She took a step and knew exactly where she was going.

The walk was long, but she never stumbled or faltered. Late in the evening she came to a clearing, like any other clearing in any other forest. The grey-white rock, placed roughly in the middle, looked inviting. She did not question it.

Sitting down on that rock, gathering her tattered clothes about her figure, she waited for the sun to set. As the last rays hit her eyes, blinding her, she opened her mouth and curved her back. Her bony fingers shook.

A cloud of blue and brown butterflies fluttered up to the trees and fell into dust.

I'll probably be going on a date this weekend. :)

Huh. I've spent so much of my life looking down at the ground that it feels almost unnatural to hold my head up straight while walking. Avoidant personality ftw! (Although this does enable me to notice more bug action.)

Spent the last couple of hours at the botanical garden. Encountered a rabbit, a squirrel, many (sneaky little bugger) birds and a few dragonflies, most of which were HUGE. Wingspan-longer-than-my-hand huge. Also quite loud - one of them startled me when it started making noise right next to where I was standing. It was so cool. :3

You think you're just going on a quick grocery run. Nab the stuff you need, pay the clerk, come back. Except that I was ambushed by the hair product shelf and now I'm thinking about dyeing my hair again. Hummmm. Now to just decide on the colour.

(No, Jitter, I am not doing black. I don't want to look like one of the undead on a daily basis. xD)

wisp

woodsmoke curls between us
obscuring vision but I still know
you are not perfect
and I was never beautiful

yet what is here
lighted by the glowing embers
passes slowly into night
and twines, warm, around my heart

D'awwwwwwwwwwwww! *squeak*
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No, I have no idea. It just happened.


Assembly Line

Please deposit your clothes on
the assembly line
           h  e  r  e

prepare for
 sanitisation
   desensitisation
          (demoralisation)

take care
to pick up your watch at the other end

check your smile in the mirror provided


    step
       out
         the
           door

and

        enter.

A week left, then I'm heading back north to Oulu.
Starting to fray around the edges. Too much stuff. D:

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