Someone was lying on the side of the road. Face down, unmoving, in a position that was just a little unnatural. Girl, boy, I didn't know. Hardly mattered at that point, I thought. There were two or more people standing near, and a car with a broken windshied had been stopped right next to the body. I remembered a commercial I'd seen in the summer, where a little girl's injuries are reversed and she wakes up in the middle of the road with a little gasp. They were advertising tyres. I think. I felt vaguely silly for making that association in a situation as serious as this, but I guess that's the human mind for you.
We drove past the scene, but the image remains.


Unfortunately, this was a true event.

This is what we do on an extended break during work. Horrible doodles on Paint. I could have slept, but no, I chose to draw instead...

I had a nice little mini-sized identity crisis this morning. It was short-lived, but staggeringly strong.
See, we look exactly alike, my mother and I, all the way down to the hairy mole on the cheek. I think she has it on the right side whereas I have it on the left side, but it's still there. We have a similar bodybuild: short and curvy. So when she borrowed my pants, one of my favourite ones may I add, I was kind of uncomfortable seeing just how same we look. It doesn't help that we both currently have short hairstyles. Well, she got hers cut really short, like a hedgehog, and I'm letting mine grow, but still...
It bugs me. This morning I told her to hurry up with getting herself new pants and returning mine, because they are Mine, but I only figured out why I was so upset about it when I was walking to the bus (well, aside from the perpetual 'tired -> cranky and overly sensitive' mode I have going).

Delayed rebellious stage? :P
I don't know. I guess I just felt that my individuality was in danger. I know that trying too hard to be individual just makes you look like one of the masses, but I want something to separate me from my mother. I guess it's partly accountable to the fact that all my life, I've heard how we look like twins or something, how it's so clear that we're related. Know the other, you recognise the other instantly. Of course there's the age factor, but bleh.

I think all of this is just me being silly again.

Damn Seagulls rocks my socks. I can't wait for the gig in February. Uwaahh! <3
Seriously, along with Queen, they are teh best EVAR.

And yes, this is me fangirling. :3

Here is the awesome Christmas poem written by me and [Teufelsweib]. xD


Kitty and Vorkje
were planning out an evening
with lots of delicious things to eat
a movie or two
and fooling about (the silly things they are)
including, of course, a visit to the sauna

They thought to spend Christmas together,
you see
in a true Elftowner way
frolicking like tipsy elves
giggling themselves silly all day

All of a sudden
in the midst of the fun
they noticed--
tiny little men
were jumping off the balcony!

Such a shock,
an unbelievable sight
as was witnessed by them
it wasn't raining snow
but raining naked men!

as excited as they were
they ran outside
danced between this awkward snow
this was the best christmas they ever had! :P


*curtsies* :P

I want to go study to become a cook or a baker, keeping all the artsy stuff rather as hobbies than actual occupations (wouldn't mind earning money with it occasionally, though!), but I also want to go somewhere as an au pair.
Problem is, when to do that, and am I actually capable of it... I know I made an entry about that a while ago, but now I'm thinking about it again. Hrm.

I have just bought myself tickets to the next concert of Damn Seagulls on 17th February, I am reading the first PostSecret book, and I'm going to go see 'The Holiday' at some point, and even if I might end up going alone, it doesn't bother me that much. I feel kinda good. <3

http://www.myspace.com/damnseagulls
http://postsecret.blogspot.com
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457939/

Merry Yule, Christmas, whatever you celebrate, and have a very happy new year.

In case some of you crazy people want to hear me sing, here's a record of the Wolf's Rain theme song.

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I managed to make myself depressed for Christmas again. Whopedoo.

But positively thinking, Christmas is, like my birthday and New Year's Eve, a milestone, a sign that I've survived yet another year without losing it completely or getting myself killed. I guess that counts for something.

Here are pictures of the self-made jewelry I gave to Lea. Images kindly taken by [xerya], because I forgot to do it before I left to deliver the presents. *bops head*

I just wanted to tell you that Les Choristes is a wondefully beautiful film. That is all. As you were.

I have made a bracelet and a necklace as Christmas presents for Lea. They are teh pretty. I hope she likes them. <3

http://www.bestofblocket.se/MultitaskingTest.htm

My best result, upon which I quit, was 25.116 seconds. I'll admit, that did take a few tries.


Also, wiki faffage: Otaniemi Conspiracy.

Hummmm.
I have a job. ^_^
Kind of. It will only last for a couple of weeks, depending on how fast I am. It's at my mother's workplace (http://www.taksvarkki.fi/index.php?lang=en), I'm checking and updating a database of schools that have been/are in cooperation with the organisation. It's not much, but I do get paid for it, it is something to do, and the people are nice, plus I got my own room (and a permission to download Putty for use on breaks!) so I'm not complaining. :D

Some more about dreams. We had a discussion on them yesterday in Elfchat, but I'm too lazy to copy and paste the logs. Yes, selective laziness, since apparently, I'm not too lazy to write stuff all over again.

I have a feeling I'm beginning to have more and more of these weird-ass dreams that bug me even after I wake up, mainly because I don't forget them in their entirety but have fractions lurking in the shadows of my mind, making me wonder where the hell I get those events. There's too much action, and I don't feel rested at all - though this might have to do with the fact that my rhythm is totally screwed up. I'll have to try and fix it, and soon. I'm too tired...

I have recurring dreams - the basic plot and the events are similar enough that I recognise them as such. Once, my dream self even tried to take control of the situation, and naturally, more weirdness and plot changes occurred. I also have some recurring elements. Walking down railroad tracks that intersect and overlap, having to dodge trains by either jumping to another track or by flattening myself against the rock wall. There are bridges, stations... Then there's just generally walking or traveling by some other means, apparently with no set destination. The environment can be a random road, something that identifies as my old hometown, even though it's different, some garden, anywhere really.
It's curious how, usually, when I dream of something that supposedly happens 'at home' that home bears most resemblance to the apartment in Hyvinkää. I wonder if that's somehow significant.

One, less-pleasant, element is that I often get shot, stabbed, or hit with a number of objects. Killed, basically. In the dream that I told about the other day I had been shoved against the wall, and then the person threatened to hit me with... a potato. No, really. It does sound ridiculous. But he said something about there being something in a potato that made it an excellent object to hit someone with, and I knew that as well - which was why I cowered. And that was really freaky, I tell you.

I think I should write a novel based on the fractions of my dreams that I do remember. Might be interesting. Or not. Maybe short stories, that would save me the difficulty of coming up with a sensible plot to tie all the pieces together.

Had at least one of those disturbing, borderline-nightmare dreams last night. Upon waking up, I found myself in a state of mind that renders me unable to speak. I'll see if I can open up today, or if I'll be quiet all day... And I have the feeling that touch, even virtual, is pretty no-no. Bleh.
Funniest thing is, kind of, that in the dream, I received comfort from a friend from senior secondary, the one I had a crush on last year. Now I miss him. In the way a friend misses another. Hrm. :S

Ah well. Geh.

'Tis the Finnish independence day, or as I call it, stubbornness day. Mainly because we Finns are darned stubborn folk, and because it is amusing. Of course, the resemblance between the Finnish equivalents of the two words is far higher, but you can't have everything. And maybe I'd get some foreigners go "wtf" by wishing a happy stubbornness day. You see, the word for 'independence' is 'itsenäisyys' and the one for 'stubbornness' is 'itsepäisyys' - see the fun there?

Anyway. Happy stubbornness day.

Kitten Caboodle Voting. Go see the lubberly kitties! <3

I am selfish and an attention whore. I do not like this. At all. >:/

http://community.livejournal.com/mock_the_stupid/2592144.html
Oh, woe. This is seriously sad. ;_;

http://community.livejournal.com/mock_the_stupid/2591515.html
That's... pretty amusing. And scary. One of the comments on it: "Of course it was in his sarcophagus; he was coffin, wasn't he?"
Made me go all *giggle giggle snort* xD