Some random searches Saturday, Dec 13 2008

I know, I know. Grant Miller already does this. In a way. But, inspired by him, and the Stats function WordPress offers, I decided to check what search terms people have used to find my blog. Some of my favourites:

“ugly high heels” (1 hit)

“house igoogle application” (1)

“viscose” (2) Sorry??

“crazy huge boobs” (2) They must have been looking for my friend…

“cute penquin” (7)

“random recycling” (2)

“missoni” (12)

“boyfriend in high heels” (2) 2??? What the..??

And of course,

19 (!!) hits for “ugly boobs”

Riiight…

xoxo,

ii

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Random things Friday, Sep 26 2008

You know how every now and then you’re forced to write some sort of introduction about yourself? “Hi, I’m Mary-Sue. I’m 19 and I love kittens!” You know?

I hate those.

But, as there’s been some changes here, (and because Crazy Leto Loving Friend is speaking so wonderfully about me in her blog, or at least she better!), I figured I should probably introduce myself to the hoards of new people stopping by my pretty little blog. So here we go…

Hi, I’m ii. I’m 5′4 and I like shoes. And tequila. There’s three things I take seriously in my life, left is up for laughs. And ridicule. I believe there aren’t stupid question*, there’s only stupid people. I get bored easily. The only thing I have more than books is shoes. If I’d have to pick one drink for the rest of my life it would be pink champagne, Moët & Chandon Rosé Impérial. I can’t stand roses. I love ice hockey and other sports. Stupidity and ignorance annoy me to no end. If I disagree with you, you’ll know. I curse in Finnish, fight in English and make love in French. I love snowflakes. The smell of the icing chemicals in hockey arenas makes me feel at home. I’ve only done sports where you get to wear a skirt. I love the 50’s style full skirts. I had a dirty dream about the guy I’m hoping will offer me a job one day.

*sigh of relief*

It wasn’t that bad, I suppose. Was it good for you too? Brilliant? Yeah, I thought so too.

xoxo,

ii

 

* except “how does the ink get out of a pen?”

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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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Talk about recycling! (Random Likes) Thursday, Apr 17 2008

I have to post here these videos I found on JP’s blog who in turn had found them through GB. So it’s truly a game of round and round and round it goes…

These here are hilarious! But you have to watch them in order!

 

edit: I just wanted to add, for clarity’s sake, that in case you didn’t already know it, I’d totally f*ck Matt Damon. That’s all.

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“you-thing” Wednesday, Apr 9 2008

According to BF there’s a mysterious something about me that he called “you-thing”. A me-thing. How he got there is actually fairly simple. He was telling me about this totally ridiculous story about one of his team mates and said:

“really, it was such a you-thing to say!”

A me-thing?

Apparently a me-thing is something totally out of place in normal grown-up context and more likely to appear in either a Marx Brothers movie, or in my life. Like…

- when I managed to set a book on fire while reading in bath. I was going for the relaxing romantic feel, I got a good book, a hot bath with some really nice bath salts, some candles, a chilled (big) class of Gewürztraminer and all the time in the world. It was just lovely… Until I reached for my glass without taking my eyes off the page, held out the book for balance and, accidentally showed the book to a candle. Book caught fire, I screamed, tried to wave the book around to make it stop burning, actually not realising that fast that I’m sitting in a tub-full of water when BF rushes in after hearing my scream and just starts laughing his butt off.

- when I was pulled over by police for a breathalyzer (they were pulling everyone over). The cop, a young guy, looks down at me as I roll down the window, stops, takes another look and looks closer. I’m slightly confused until I realise he’s reading the print on my t-shirt. He starts to laugh out loud, calls over his partner to get a look of my shirt too, and finally they, still laughing, just tell me to go. They never made me blow into that straw-thingy. Oh, and what did my t-shit say? “Occifer, I swear to drunk I’m not God!”

- when I redecorated BF’s flat while he was on an away-game trip. When he asked me why I did it, I said: “I couldn’t find your copy of Coelho’s Alchemist.” He never really got to the logic behing going from looking for a book to redecorating an entire apartment, but that was probably because I distracted him with some lingerie. But I think he liked it. At least he kept it. edit: the apartment, not the lingerie. Though he did seem to like the lingerie too, come to think of it.

- when I said I need to focus on my school work instead of chatting with BF and watching a movie, and went to change into a plaid skirt and a white dress shirt. (what??? I concentrate better in that, it’s the whole school uniform -thing!) I did add knee socks but that was just for fun.

- when I was introduced to someone with a name “Lydia” and had to ask if she had any tattoos.

- when I had a debate with myself over which movie I want to see.

There are plenty of other examples, but you’re already getting quite enough potential blackmailing material on me.

Anyways, that’s a “me-thing”. Saying “I hate early. Must kill early” when the alarm goes off in the morning. Summing up my busy schedule to “thesis to write, shoes to buy”. Wearing sky-high heels, mini leather skirt, a turtleneck cashmere sweater and glasses to a dinner with BF and his agent to look intelligent and business-like.

Exclaiming “I have a me-thing!” as the last thing before hanging up with BF.

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Yes or No? Should I kick him or kiss him? Monday, Mar 31 2008

The second question on the title is one I find myself thinking a lot when around BF. Let’s make few things clear first, though. He’s just about the nicest, kindest person ever walk this Earth. He’s happy and cheerful and considerate. Way too good for me. But he’s also smart and really good at giving crap back. Just look at these examples:

Evidence A

I figured I’d play it cute for a game and dressed up in jeans, platform ankle boots, cashmere hoodie and this really cute handmade hat with matching scarf. The hat and scarf had flowers on them! I braided my hair ’cause I hate it when my hair just buffs out from under a hat. Open hair and any hat is usually a big no-no for me. Anyways, after the game, I’m chatting with some people and BF, who sees me and my outfit for the first time since leaving for the game, walks over.

“Let’s go, Longstockings!”

Needless to say, my “call-sign” with the team was thereafter “Longstockings”. Thank you, honey!

Evidence B

I wake up one morning from a deliciously dirty dream only to realise it’s not a dream. I mention out loud how nice this is.

BF (jokingly): Yeah, think about it, if we were married, this could be every morning.

Me: If we were married you’d have to pay for my shoes.

BF: You’d let me pay for your shoes?

I think for a while, which is rather challenging considering the naughty things BF’s doing at the same time.

Me: No, I wouldn’t. But you’d claim we need to buy a house, wouldn’t you?

BF: Yes.

Me: So you’d end up paying for the closets to store my shoes in.

BF (from under the blanket where he continues to do deliciously dirty things): Good thing we’re not getting married.

Evidence C

I pick BF up from practice. As he’s in a new team that doesn’t know me, it’s perfectly logical for me to dress up in contradicting styles every time I meet his teammates. Or wouldn’t you agree? So it’s small and cute one day, cold and elegant the other, girly, curly and bubbly today. Also, what you need to know is that BF has a history of injuries, so there’s several scars on his body, and most recent ones on his face. So, upon him coming out of the locker room I greet him with

“hey there, Frankenstein.”

BF sights. Takes in my flowery dress and heels with little bows on them and my full head of curls. He gives me a kiss and says

“very funny. You look cute, though, Esmeralda.”

I’m confused. I usually get the references.

Me: “Esmeralda?”

BF: Wasn’t that the gypsy girl slash love interest in the movie?

Me (after a long hard thinking session): That was Hunchback of Notre Dame!

BF: oh well, close enough. I’m not good with the classics, you know that.

Me: It’s a Disney movie!

BF: Exactly! They ripped off all the good ones.

Me: You’re making my head hurt.

BF (pulls me closer and gives me a kiss at the top of my head): Welcome to my life, littleone.

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I stopped myself just on time… Sunday, Mar 9 2008

I had a (big) glass of nice Italian Chardonnay, and got an urge to write my thesis. Luckily I caught myself before I acted upon this clearly brilliant idea.

On a side note: I make really really really good cupcakes, even if I say so myself. These ones had gingerbread cookies in them. And no, I don’t drink and bake, I had the wine after the baking.

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