My necklace broke & Randomities.

My nails are bright red, I wamt to buy a new make-up pencil sharpener, I need to do a heck of a lot of school work and I haven't had a crush in one point seven years. And for some reason I always get the urge to write during nights when I'm supposed to - tattadadaa - sleep, so that's a whole other clash of interests right there.

My best buy perhaps ever has been my cute little Nintendo DS Lite and Pokèmon HeartGold I got for it. I'm shamelessly playing whenever possible, including breaks at school when I could be socializing (took me four times to spell that right) with my awesome classmates. They actually are awesome, don't get me wrong.

My hair grows too slow because my eating habits are worse than a raccoon's. Vitamins? What are those? My tummy grumbles with hunger every time I get out of school because GOSH DANGIT I can't survive eight hours with just one meal in between, no way sir.

I'm very good at breaking my own promises, which reminds me not to make promises at all anyway.

I'm hungry now but it's 10:30pm and I don't want to get out of bed cause I brushed my teeth already.

Besides my first world problems, I'm very much happy with life and I'm doing my best to enjoy it to its fullest.

I tried sketching

I wrote two paragraphs that included whining and then decided naw. I'm just going to leave these here.

So how are you guys doing?

Ow ow ow.

I have an awful headache but I FEEL like writing and write I shall.

I've been at my family's summer house - no electricity, gas refrigerator and a pathetic little puddle with murky water (and a sauna, obviously) that my mother claims is perfect for swimming: it even has little fishies ! Needless to say, me being far to used to living in the city didn't stick a toe in it once but I did manage to enjoy being in the middle of nowhere, minding my own business and being clueless about anything. (I played Pokémon. There.)

I stumbled upon a little intriguing thing called the Enneagram of Personality. I'm not going to spoil your joy of googling it for yourself and filling your head with a wikipedia article (go ahead, be my guest.) and I am going to acknowledge that I'm a sucker for any kind of self evaluation, analysing one's personality and going "hmm. That's kinda me!" with a giggly amusement. I don't do daily horoscopes but... you catch my drift.  Anyway, I thought it would be fun and important (ha ha ha) to tell you that I am a perfectly flegmatic type 9, 'a peacemaker'. Now you can find out all of my flaws without me telling you anything!

... Shut up, I'm tired and I don't know what I'm typing. Toodlepip.

Shut up, it's Summer.

So I decided that 10:30pm is a great time to start an inventory on my closet.
Big mistake.
It's now 12:25am and I've given up for the day. I have well over a half of my clothes still thrown on my chair (and partially on the floor. Guess who's going to have to do extra laundry tomorrow?) and I'm starting to grow a little worried.
How is it possible that I have so many clothes yet nothing to wear, ever? I've counted 14 skirts and 8 pairs of jeans so far. I'm not allowed to buy any clothes ever again, okay. Good. We know I'm going to break that promise but ANNYYWAAAY.
Hi !

So a quick catch-up:
1. I graduated. Thank you.
2. I got a new laptop as a graduation present. Yes, I'm very happy.
3. I also got to go to London. Yes, it was nice. No, I did not spot any of my English hotties (Ed Westwick, Ash Stymest, Jude Law, etc etc.)
4. I got into School to study travel management and leadership stuff. Thank you, I'm excited.

Oh and also,
5. I need a new apartment ASAP. :I

When I'm bored I outline my veins.

I've heard a saying that goes somewhat along these lines: to find yourself you have to first lose yourself. Well I'm currently losing myself..... in the awesome world of animated movies like Pinocchio and How To Train Your Dragon. 'scuse moi. 

That's nothing new though. I don't think I've had a phase in my life where I would have shunned away from Disney classics (and I went through the typical "I hate everything the masses like" - phase at 12, don't worry) and I have no shame declaring that I rummage through sales almost every week trying to find Disney DVDs for cheap. They're an INVESTMENT, shut up. 

But other than that I am going through a slight identity crisis at the moment. My social life is mostly shattered and I don't have anyone else to blame than myself, and I'm steadily getting to the point where I'm purchasing a white tank top and a black permanent marker and making a statement factual print shirt for myself. It's going to say "I'M BORING" and it's going to save me from ever having to explain myself ever ever again. 

It's kind of sad I guess but I haven't found it in me to frown about it yet. 

Now, the facts are that I really don't drink that much (I don't like the taste of alcohol), I don't smoke and I rarely party - mostly because I love sleeping and partly because I've become socially isolated and I'm not invited to that many parties. I strongly dislike horror movies and I'm shamelessly fond of shiny things - be they useless crap or girly accessories. I have a habit of being petty with details and I'm awfully picky about what I eat or don't eat.

My friends call me 'motherly'. People I've known for 20 minutes roll their eyes and go 'Ok, mom'. 

Gosh I really am boring. And today I couldn't even find anything to wear ! 

To enlighten my self conscious rant, here's a picture to enlighten the mood. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you, erm... us.

I look rather dashing in my mustache. 

Spring is awesome with Clazziquai.

My allergies are kicking in and if nothing else is good about them, they are an absolute way of telling the Spring is - finally - here. I have to resist the constant urge to rub my eyes because they are itching. I don't like this part. Just if you didn't know.

The Spring generally causes a few things in me, both physically and mentally. 

First, well, obviously, there are my allergies. I already said that.

Second...ly, I start rummaging through my wardrobe and can't find anything nice to wear, or find everything too 'not me', 'fit for winter' and 'when did I ever get this? Ew'. 

Thirdly - and this is not even necessarily my fault - clothing stores suddenly get awesome. I need this, I want that, I don't need them but gosh I want those so bad. If I were anymore vain than I already am I'd probably cry myself to sleep thinking of this very specific coat I saw in Zara. (I told you I should not be allowed there ever.) 

And finally - as if I haven't complained or talked about this enough - I become increasingly aware of my relationship status. Bla bla bla, being single is awesome and fun and shit, but - let's face it - I sort of have a problem of only finding cool guys from abroad. I don't even know what it is. 

I pretty much freaked out in a happy state yesterday after spotting THREE good looking guys during the day. In Helsinki. During a four hour time period!

And I don't know if you could actually say that it's because I'm too picky, etc., 'I'm sure there are tons of good looking guys in Helsinki but you're such a no life you never see them, foo' - I tend to drool after people my friends look at and go '... are you serious? HIM?'. So. Yah. Ok maybe I'm a little bit picky.

So I'm doomed for life. YAY.

Hahahahaha ok, maybe not. I think I'm going to take a nap.

Oh... hi!

He he hee...... Heh.
Did anyone notice my blog's been dead for... idk, two months? No? Thought so! Then it's alright.

Yeah.. I don't have much to say about that. I can't say I've been too busy; I haven't.
I got done with my matriculation examinations, some of which went well and some... not so well, I have my very first JOB ( ! ) as an event assistant, and that's only about once a month for approx. ten hours at a time. Whee!

Right now I'm in the middle of my busiest two weeks in ... probably years, because I have something everyday - which never happens anyway.
I thought I would've 'officially' given SC a little hiatus so I could gather my thoughts and such but then I realized I just didn't write anything for two months, I'm sure anyone realizes I'm on a hiatus.

BUT I'M NOT ANYMORE! So rejoice. Applause. Thank you. Or not, that's fine too.

I'm in a really hyper state of mind, but I figured I'd share a few things with you.

1. I think I'm back. I'm trying to be.
2. No one should EVER let me near Zara. I almost got a seizure because I wanted everything.
3. Ed Westwick is still freaking gorgeous.
4. Reading other people's blogs always reminds me I want to write something in my own.
5. I'm extremely lazy. I'm not even going to put pictures in this one. Then again, what was the last time I did?

Anyway, I missed my stupid blog! I want to squeeze it and give it a bear hug. And force it to eat a few biscuits.
Feels good, man.