Why not just come and talk to ME? Saturday, Nov 14 2009

What I wanted to… talk about, I guess, or ask you all, today is… am I really that scary? Or maybe I’m just more direct than everyone else?

You see, in a short period of time, two very similar incidents have happened. In both cases I believed to be behaving okay, to be well within the unwritten lines of proper behaviour. Only to get called out for my actions.

And no, not called out directly, but finding out through others, or by an accidental quirk, that someone has a huge problem with my actions. Twice in a row people prefer trashing me behind my back, criticizing my words or my actions, without letting me know.

How ’bout you come to me and say “hey, is [imagined problem that's getting their panties in a twist] really how you meant it? ‘Cause that what it felt like to me”? How ’bout letting me know you have a problem with me? How ’bout stopping to talk crap about me behind my back while pretending to be all holier-than-thou political correctness yourself? How ’bout it?

I prefer to know. Funny me, but I do. So just grow up and talk up.
(oh, and if you do know someone’s badmouthing me behind my back, please tell me. I have no problems with people not liking me. As long as I know about it.)

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I shouldn’t, but I do. Sunday, Sep 20 2009

Thank you, M., for sending me this site I shouldn’t like, but I do. Like, “oh dear god, I’m laughing too hard to breath” -like. I’m evil, don’t act like you didn’t know that.

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Busy weekend Saturday, Sep 19 2009

Okay, so my weekend is turning out to be pretty busy. And oddly, it’s probably that my butt will bear the costs. Oddly, because usually busy weekends mean flats-on-monday, as my feet are dead. This time, it’s about attending a lot of things where I’m required to sit still and look pretty. What? you ask. Well…

Yesterday I attended a stand-up comedy tour premier. It was loads of fun! It was a “musicale theatricale spectacle” of two guys, both rather top line Finnish comedians. I ended up crying from laughter for most of the time, so that’s a testament to their talent. The structure was a bit too relaxed, at parts it seemed like they were just goofing on the stage, not performing. And the ending wasn’t up to par with the show, but other than those minor problems, it was a good show! And the dynamics between the two guys worked great!

But I’m sure down the line, after a few runs, they’ll get it into a truly great show!

In a moment I’m hopping on to a taxi to get to the airport. I’m flying to Oslo today, to attend the world premier of a ski movie of some friends of mine. The guys are absolutely amazing, and their movies take your breath away. I’ve seen snippets of what they’ve done for this one, and it looks really really good! So I can’t wait to see the whole thing. It should be a good party.

Tomorrow was supposed to be about unpacking the moving boxes. But that plan flew out of the window when DD called. He’s in Copenhagen over the weekend, so I’m flying down from Oslo to spend some “quality time” with him. And then take the evening plane home. So lots of sitting still to look forward to. But, can’t complain, it’s gong to be super fun!

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What would you do if… Friday, Aug 7 2009

For quite some time now a friend of mine and I have been playing this game of “what would you do if..” where we come up with random situations and such, and ask ourselves, what would we do.

What would you do if you won a considerable amount in the lottery, say 50mil?

What would you do if you suddenly found out you were pregnant?

What would you do if your boyfriend (this when we’re both in a relationship) asked you to marry him?

What would you do if you lost everything you have? (as in, what things would you get and such, not “freak out and call mom”, you know?)

What would you do if you had to give up one thing you love deeply?

What would you do if George Clooney asked you out?

What would you do…

The challenge is to come up with creative yet possible* situations, and then being honest. What would you do? What would you ask?

 

* so George Clooney is okay, Heath Ledger not, ’cause he’s dead. You get what I mean by ‘possible’? So no “what would you do if you could fly?”

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Vocabulary lessons Thursday, Jul 9 2009

Some recent comments, completely out of context, of course:

• “There’s no fact facts.”
• “I’m a girl girl.”
• “That’s serious serious.”
• “I was like reading reading.”

Oddly enough, not all of those are mine. But I sure love it when unexpected people talk like I do.

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Good news, at last Saturday, Jun 13 2009

We received some amazingly good news earlier today. My friend who’s been missing, has now been found, and she’s okay. I don’t want to go into details of the case, or discuss it any further. However, as I mentioned it here earlier, I wanted to share the good news. She’s home, and she’s good.

We couldn’t be happier.

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There are things money can’t buy Tuesday, Jun 2 2009

I’ve always been a strong defender of the idea that if you think money can’t buy you happiness, you just don’t know where to shop. But there are things money can’t buy. Things no amount of shoes or new purses or jewellery can’t fix. And wrongs all the wealth in the world can’t make right.

The other day I tried my very best to pry a word out of heart-broken BF. Watching his dreams crumble is something I never ever want to see, yet I know that it’s going to happen again and again because of who he is, and how he lives. I threw everything I had to him: the funny ii, the kind ii, the crazy ii, the nice ii, the loving ii… nothing got a reaction out of him. I couldn’t reach him.

I couldn’t buy a skirt and make him stop hurting. I could ask DD for the plane and be near him, but I couldn’t fix things for him. I couldn’t buy him happiness.

Yesterday I stood in a store holding a thousand-dollar straw hat in my hand and listened to my friend on the phone telling me that one of our mutual friends had gone missing. Like seriously missing. Noone’s heard of her since last Tuesday night. And we want her back, no matter what the cost.

But we can’t solve this by money. We can hire the best detectives, use every connection we have to press for more police involvement, pay for all the public announcements we want, offer a considerable award for any leads. But all we really can do is pray. Not pay.

I want my friend back. I want BF to smile again.

I want my friend back.

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A lady Thursday, May 14 2009

I saw a grand old lady today. And I fell in love.

She was almost 80, by approximation, all wrinkly and tiny and old. But she looked amazing! Not “great and fabulous and gorgeous and nipped-and-tucked” -amazing, but like a real ladylike lady. You see…

She was wearing this camel straight skirt that fell below her knees. With it she had a blouse, and a camel jacket. Her feet were in brown stockings and dark brown low-heeled mary-janes (mary-janes, people! how adorable!). Added to that, a ladylike leather purse, with a handle and all.

She was standing in the traffic light with her bright red cross-country bike, wearing a bright red biking helmet.

As I stood in awe, she got on her bike and pedalled away. I was in love.

I want to be that lady when I’m 80.

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Yarn is the new shoes Monday, May 11 2009

I just went crazy in a yarn store. Drops has an absolutely adorable irresistible line of cotton, the softest ever, yet firm enough to not go immediately slouchy. And the colors are amazing!

I wonder how I get them home. Yarn is actually pretty heavy, so the airline might have an attitude.

At least this took away all the “you buy too much shoes” complaints. And apparently knitting is not sexy. What’s with that??

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Angst? Aren’t I too old for that!? Thursday, Apr 9 2009

Okay, so I though I’d tell you stories. It’s about time, I know. But. I decided to talk about myself instead. Quelle surprise!

With too much things going on at the moment, I’m feeling very overwhelmed. I’m exhausted. On top of all those things (to which I’ll get in a moment) I’m off any reasonable sleeping rhythm, and I’m stressing completely random things for some weird reason. Like, that I maxed out my credit card. Which is not important, as I have another, and can pay them both off if I need to. But until the bill gets here (read: is automatically payed for from my account), it’s maxed out, unless I actually do something. And for some reason this is stressing me out to no end.

What I have to do, then? Well, there’s school work. I still need to graduate, remember? So there’s an essay on using your non-native language (in this specific instance Finnish) in a working environment, with a questionnaire to be sent out and so on. There’s an essay on French wine industry. There’s the development essays I still haven’t turned in (one on South African economy, one on food price crisis). There’s few exams (micro and macro) in a week. There’s econometrics essay (and the other essay and exercises and the bigger assignment I still haven’t received).

And there’s the thesis. Although, to my defence, every time I sit in my car for any period of time longer than 10 minutes, my mind turns to my thesis, and I start working that out. So really, all I have to do is sit my butt down and WRITE IT!

On top of this all, I’m throwing a party to Funny Friend. I was roped into helping with the Student Union play outfits, so I have about 8 dance tops and 9 tunics to sew. (I hate the fabric the tunics are from, it’s really annoying to sew.)

I’m trying to get the design thing off the ground.

There’s a huge pile of laundry I need to iron. And I still haven’t thrown away enough stuff to give me a piece of mind.

I’m ranting. I’m complaining. I’m being boring. I know. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you stories the next time.

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