It’s nice to have friends… Sunday, Aug 2 2009

I know you’ll be wanting of stories… and more than stories of my move, stories of my crazy friends. Well, let’s see…

Ski Guy is finding the joys of custom-made clothes. I was smug. “I told you so”, was used.

My Friend With Huge Boobs is in mourning. Someone had left the fridge door open and her entire jar of Snickers ice cream was ruined. Melted beyond the state of edible. We’re all wearing black.

Apparently I am the imaginary friend of Gambler. And even then she has to pay me to be her friend. At least, if you ask her co-workers.

Perfect Morning-After Voice is no longer together with the annoying girlfriend of his. I’m a happy little elf. Of course, I didn’t tell him that. But I am, nontheless.

There’s most probably going to be a whole new person to my stories. My friend E, whom I’ve known since high school, and whom I love dearly. We are now reunited, in terms of geography, and should be getting into all sorts of trouble together. Or at least, into games of hockey, basketball and football. And to the theatre, to ballet, to art galleries and to afternoon coffee’s. Oh, and extremely drunk. Of course. This should be an interesting fall.

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Story time? Friday, Feb 13 2009

I noticed lately (read: while reading Tabbies blog) that I’m not really telling any stories anymore. And I should! For one, it’s fun. And secondly, Nici gets such a kick out of them. But you see, it’s not that simple. I kind of promised BF I won’t be chatting away about him so much, or at least I’d cut back on the stories where he ends up looking silly. And if I’m going to be all good and nice and kind to him, I should extend the courtesy to my dearest friends as well. And if I’m not being mean to those closest to me, who for sure can take it, I really shouldn’t give innocent semi-strangers so much crap! So are you getting the problem here? I’m running out of stories!!

Secondly, as of late, I’ve been in a position where most of the good stories haven’t really been mine to tell. That’s the problem when you’re friends with someone whose name makes the newspaper. You can’t tell stories about their private adventures anymore. So all ski stories are out. Sorry, Chimmy!

Most of all, my life has been truly boring lately. Well, there was Val d’Isere, but like I said, those stories are out. My Friend With Huge Boobs is out of town a lot, as is Hot Roast, and the rest of my friends are just… well, I like them. But they’re not exactly “story material”, if you know what I mean.

So what is there for me to tell you? I did get a new computer! It was right here waiting for me when I arrived at DD’s. I love it. It’s not too big (it needs to fit into my pretty pink bag, after all!), it’s really sleek and stylish, way better than my earlier age-old one, and the keyboard make a nice sounds. Don’t laugh! When you’re spending a lot of time by your computer, the sound that comes from typing IS important. Seriously though, I really love the keyboard, it’s really comfortable to use. And I have small hands so that’s a real issue sometimes.

Now I just need to transfer everything from my old computer to the new one. Anyone looking for a part-time job?

Like I needed any reason to spend even more time at the computer. Together BF and I are absolutely hopeless!

As a final note, maybe something serious for a change? I thought about getting more actively involved with a charity. Instead of just giving money, I’d like to give my time. And maybe some effort. I’m not looking for “good going” messages, but just thought I’d let you know. I mean, I’m running low on stories, you know.

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Random Likes: My Favourite Winter Dress Thursday, Dec 11 2008

Dressing for Christmas parties and Christmas itself is always tricky. You want to dress up of course, and express your festive mood. But you don’t want to look like a cross between a Christmas tree and a slutty elf, though. Unless of course you do like My Friend With Huge Boobs and I did when we attended the annual pre-Christmas party by the students’ group and went all out on the slutty elfs (elves??) mode… We got a lot of compliments for our outfits, though. But that’s besides the point. My point was, I have the perfect Christmas dress!

Trust Jean Paul Gaultier to come up with something that walks the fine balance between special and not-costume-y. This one is just the thing. Well, drop the boots, and change the gold into midnight blue. Add stockings and some sexy heels and it’s a very merry Christmas at ii’s!

 

What do you wear for the Holidays?

xoxo,

ii

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A complaint Wednesday, May 28 2008

My Friend With Huge Boobs wants to make a complaint. Apparently every time she comes over and visits me time flies by and she ends up slightly drunk.

 

Weird thing, no?

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Been away, but back now… Saturday, May 17 2008

I know, I know. I’ve promised a million times not to abandon you all like this without a word and yet here I did it again. A very old friend whom I’ve known practically my whole life came over for a visit almost two weeks ago on Tuesday. That was a blast! H and I are rather impossible when we get together, we’re first to admit that. No, strike that, we revel in it. So Wednesday kicked off with us dancing in our nightwear all over the flat, singing national anthems (we couldn’t remember how the US anthem goes after the first line, I know, terrible of me, I should know it! but I pulled blank. I did remember it later, though. But we had to look it up and found a whole bunch of anthems on YouTube.), watching the best bits of several Disney movies… All in all just having a laugh. It was so great to have her here.

Then on Friday she had to return to France and I flied over with her for the weekend. It was so great to see some old friends and hanging out in the old places. And get some spring/summer shopping done, of course!

Returning to Finland on Sunday, it was back to school work again with a couple of exams. And of course, the big games in hockey. And really, right now I’m not in a mood to talk about either topic.

Why? Because I’m having some big trouble at school regarding my graduation. I might have to postpone it. But I’ll think about it on Monday, I can’t really do anything about it over the weekend anyways.

Hockey? Finland lost to Russia 4-0 last night, and finds itself in the bronze game against Sweden. BF was so sad! And when he called I was asleep, and all “go away, I need to sleep” which was very Bad Girlfriend of me. I feel terrible about that.

Oh, speaking of BF! He’s doing the whole caveman “I hit you in head with my club and drag you to me cave by hair” -look again. Oddly enough, though, I’m actually warming up to the beard. What’s wrong with me?? Well, those moves are pretty much what’s needed if he wishes to get me to their summer place over the summer again. I hate nature and I only agree to go for the view. BF likes to chop wood. Topless. Can you blame me?

My Friend With Huge Boobs was supervising the exam I took yesterday (which included questions such as “explain the terms ‘game’ and ‘Nash equilibrium’, which was ridiculously easy, although I don’t think the latter had anything to do with Canada’s Rick Nash, favourite player of H. Although she only likes him because the first time she heard his name she accidentally heard “ass” as his last name and found that absolutely hilarious! Yeah, she’s weird. I love her. And I digress.) Anyways, My Friend With Huge Boobs was there, and when I arrived, almost late, she waved me over to the front, with a seat at the very front row almost in front of everyone else. “I saved you a special seat.” Gee, thanks dahlin’!

Anyways, it’s been an eventful break for me, yet there’s not much to tell. I know, weird, huh? I guess my mind is still in a funk over the loss yesterday. BF was so so disappointed. Poor thing.

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An e-mail that made me scream and jump Thursday, Apr 24 2008

I arrived home tired and bored and disappointed and checked my mail. Still nothing from either one of the NHL people, BF’s boss or The Hot Dream Guy. I decided to check some blogs, and the BCF, and left the tab with my email open. After a while I checked the email tab.

1 new mail.

I got all excited and tingly when I hit the ‘refresh’. It was the recruiting mailing list newsletter. How utterly disappointed.

After some more bloghopping and general Internet ennui I checked the email one last time, planning to go and get ice cream and watch Babylon 5.

1 new mail.

Thinking “party adverts? library’s please return -notices? what’s going to disappoint me this time?” I hit ‘refresh’.

“Subject: thesis.” You know how sometimes your brain can go through a million things in the time it takes you to move your eyes from ’subject’ to the sender, or the message? I though it was a reply from a school friend of mine. Or maybe my prof found that “economics of networks for dummies” I was asking for as the networks make zero sense to me and reading about them makes me feel stupid and small. Then I saw the sender and the message:

“Hi [ii],

I got your mail through [Miss D], I’d be happy to help… [general info on how and when to reach him]

[The Hot Dream Guy]“

*insert ii jumping up and down and screaming*

After some (very unladylike) jumping and screaming I reach for my phone and call My Friend With Huge Boobs. “He replied! [The Hot Dream Guy] replied! *screaming*” She’s happy for me, but dismisses me in order to continue vacuuming (seriously, that womans priorities!) She tells me to call BF. Which was already next on my list.

“[TheHotDreamGuy]repliedjustnowandnowyoudon’thavetokickyourboss’ass!!” I exclaim as soon as he picks up.

BF *as if nothing was unusual*: Hi honey! How are you?

Me: [TheHotDreamGuy]repliedjustnowandnowyoudon’thavetokickyourboss’ass!

BF: ooookay… did you OD on coffee again?

Me *taking a deep breath*: I said, [The Hot Dream Guy] replied just now and now you don’t have to kick your boss’ ass! That’s brilliant, isn’t it?!

BF: Sorry, what’s brilliant? I think I lost hearing from my other ear.

Me: [BF]!!

BF *laughs*: It’s great, honey, really, truly great! I’m happy for you.

Me *still on hyperdrive*: I’m happy for me too!

BF: Okay, listen, I have to go. We have [a thing] in a minute and the other guys think I’m talking to some looney.

Me: Is [our mutual friend Perfect Morning-After Voice] there?

BF: yes.

Me: Oooh, tell him I said hi.

BF *to the side*: ii says hi.

*something on the background*

Me: What was that?

BF: [Perfect Morning-After Voice] said ‘that explains the weird call’.

Me *exclaiming*: [The Hot Dream Guy] replied and is happy to help me!

BF: right. okay. bye midget.

 

Luckily for me not only is BF used to these calls, but he has made a fair share of them himself. Last year I had half the team singing “Born in the USA” to me over the phone before the the USA game. Only they didn’t know the song, apart from the “born… in the U S A!” part, so it was basically two minutes of that. I was visiting Old Dragon at the time.

I still cannot believe The Hot Dream Guy was so enthusiastic to help me! *grin*

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Completely thesis-free post Wednesday, Apr 23 2008

I promise.

So, in order to look presentable tomorrow I’m not doing my nails and writing a typical nail polishing post. “What is a nail polishing post?” I hear you ask. Well, mon petites, a nail polishing post is a post you write while you wait for the layers of nail polish to dry. You would be surprised what one can write during three tracks on CD. (three for the first layers, five for the last one, everybody knows that!)

Let’s see… I bought a new dictionary yesterday. Unfortunately they didn’t have Le Petit Robert de poche, so I had to get the pocket version of Larousse. It’s a perfectly respectable dictionary! And I still have the big Le Petit Robert. Okay, that just sounded so weird.

I am dying to taste the new flavor of B&J I found, Bohemian Raspberry. First off, I think that name is just hilarious! Second, I like raspberries. And I sure like B&J!

I can’t for the life of me decide what to wear for the school seminar-y thingy tomorrow. I need to look smart and credible and like ‘I know what I’m doing and it’ll blow your mind away once I’m done’, while naturally looking pretty (not sexy) and having that distinct “ii”-factor that people have grown to expect from me. And while I’m an excellent dresser-upper (erm..?), even I have to admit that that is a long order for one outfit. I think I’ll just have to go with… I’m thinking sky-high stilettos but with a bit of a good-girl thrown in for good measure, like… mochasins, only with crazy heels? A pencil skirt in cream… what on top? And what do I do with my hair? Troubled, I am, indeed.

Ooh, that reminded me! I’m using the iGoogle front page for my internet, and as I was playing around with it I found this application that turns random sentences into Yoda-speak! How cool is that?! Which reminded me of the funny game of M*A*S*H, which I love. Okay, I love it, because it promised I’d end up living in a beautiful apartment in Paris with George Clooney. No kids, no wedding rings, just me and George and Paris. I do believe that’s what you find when you look up “paradise” in a dictionary. In fact, let me look at my brand new Larousse…

paradis nm 1. RELIG Lieu de séjour des âmes des justes après la mort. 2. FIG Lieu enchanteur. 3. Galerie supérieure d’un théâtre; poulailler. 4. Vivre avec George Clooney dans Paris sans enfants.

See? I told you!

It’s a good thing George is such a… how should I put this nicely… won’t spit in the glass, as the Finns say. Because I think I might be getting a drinking problem. For example, I’m hungry, but instead of getting food I opened up a bottle of chardonnay. I’m planning on getting rather wasted on Friday (school party, it’s a tradition that one should not be able to get out the taxi stumble-free). That should be a good evening, by the way! I’ll try to post about it later, as I’m sure loads of funs stories are made. Especially since My Friend With Huge Boobs is going to be there.

Byt the way, this was written over several more tracks than three. I’m not that fast.

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Presentation, My Friend With Huge Boobs -style Wednesday, Apr 16 2008

Last Thursday My Friend With Huge Boobs was supposed to give a presentation about her thesis. On the morning of the said presentation we spoke on the phone.

My Friend With Huge Boobs: I have no idea what to wear!

I suggested several outfits, from what I remembered her to have. She didn’t feel like any of them.

My Friend With Huge Boobs: It has to be something comfortable as I’ll have to stand there, in front of everyone…

Then she carried on for bout 20 minutes about how idiotic it was that we have to give a presentation on paper everyone has to read in advance for the meeting.

My Friend With Huge Boobs: That’s it! I’m coming naked! I’m just going to say ‘I didn’t come up with anything to wear, so I came naked!’”

She didn’t, in the end.

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Ugly people: denial or ignorance? Sunday, Feb 24 2008

First of all, I think it’s only fair to warn you all: I’m slightly drunk. My Friend With Huge Boobs * came over for some homemade lasagna and wine. The lasagna was very good. The wine was very very good. I sometimes surprise even myself at how good I am at picking wine. Anyways… I’m slightly drunk.

We somehow got into a discussion that included me replaying the whole “I’m ugly and you’re not a very good boyfriend because you agreed with me” -conversation I had had with BF. And we realised, that the only reason why I’m still even letting BF have his face (I know some really nice folks down at the Marines. Handy bunch of guys, actually. Besides, due to my cheerleading past I’m more that capable of doing my own ass-kicking so it wouldn’t even be necessary to call in the Marines.) is that I know I’m not really ugly. And on that thought, ugly people never complain about their looks!

Seriously, they don’t.

Naturally, this led to a lengthy discussion of whether it’s because they know they are ugly and have gotten used to that. They’ve given up. They’re ignoring the aesthetics of human nature. Or… are they just in denial that everyone has an external appearance and that theirs isn’t just so attractive?

Why is is that the only ones you hear complaining about their looks are the actually pretty ones?

Maybe it’s because you have to be shallow enough to care about looks in the first place to pay attention to them enough to care. And then to do something about it. You know, if you’re so shallow, that you notice you’re ugly, you care about looks enough to do something to your looks. Ergo, you’re no longer ugly. But if you’re not shallow, you don’t give a damn, and then you won’t complain about it either.

I resent that.

I refuse to believe that you can judge a persons shallowness by their looks. That’s prejudice. And we all know how well that works out, just think of Elizabeth Bennet. No wait! She got Mr. Darcy. A.k.a Colin Firth. Hmmm… there’s something wrong here… Hmmm… Which weakness of personality gets you George Clooney?

*remind me to credit this to TAB. It’s all her idea. I stole the nickname from her. She’s brilliant!

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