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"Not Academic" by these fellows might just be my new favourite song. The vocalist is a uni acquaintance of mine.

Had a dream about trying to go to the States. I started packing at the last minute, still needed to find a ride to the airport ('cause going by bus would have meant arriving too late) and then discovered that I'd recalled the departure time wrong and the plane had been scheduled to leave early in the afternoon instead of at around three as I had thought. Oops. :P

On another note, it baffles me that our Hyvinkää apartment is featured in my dreams so often. I haven't lived there in over eight years. What gives?

Anyway, slight travel fever detectable. Although a trip to the States would be nice at some point or other, it probably won't be the first on my list. Too expensive.

I'm addicted to folding origami frogs. o_O This means that, sooner or later, my room will be full of them. Uhm.

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THIS ESSAY WILL EAT ME.

Also know as 67 words written out of a 1400-word (minimum) essay. Deadline in 7 hours. I have not yet learned to begin in time.

Been dating Jussi for half a year now. :)

So totally procrastinating. Which brings to mind, you should all read [Triola]'s A Procrastination Fairytale. It is made of brilliance.

Now, to the real business of this diary. I'd like to write, but I lack inspiration. This vexes me. So I want prompts. Pretty please?

Blurry and grainy as all hell (I had no time for the subtleties of camera use) but it's something, anyway.

Tonight, I witnessed Aurora Borealis for the first time in my life. It was beautiful. Oh, nature, how I heart thee. ♥

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An Ode to February

Winter has breathed upon me its silence;
frost-garbed trees shared their sleepy sighs
of yearning for a warmer breeze.
Swathed in wool, lost in cloudless azure,
I watch as crystals spark and glint
in the pale morning sun; marvel
at banks of finest powder snow
yet to be disturbed.
Crisp, biting, the air stings my cheek
and steals away my breath
until only gasps are left.
February has no mercy for the wearied soul
yet still offers a fleeting glimpse
of unrivalled beauty
in a myriad frozen flowers.