Hey. Nothing much up here. The weather has been bad and I have nothing to do. So I've been watching TV. Season 3 of Gossip Girl started on Sunday, and the re-runs of O.C. on Tuesday. So that's pretty much it.
Yesterday I had an idea what to write about but now I don't remember it. So. A few pictures instead.
This is going to be, for a change, a post in which I actually have something to say. Nothing important, but anyhow.
There's this one thing that has been annoying me lately. You know when people girls upload photos of them in Facebook (or wherever) and everyone always has to comment "omg you look se pretty<3<3<3<3<33<3<3<3" and then they have to comment back "no i don't i look like shit you're the one who's pretty". That's actually two things.
Why do people always have to write the youaresopretty-comments to each other? I mean, yeah, when someone actually has a nice photo you can comment if you have something to say. But I'd think it'd get sort of annoying when someone gets like a hundred comments to their picture from their friends. It's just so pretentious. People comment when they want to pretend to be "good" friends. Maybe not always but generally that's the case.
But what annoys me even more is the people who answer back that "no i don't you're just saying i'm ugly". Oh yeah right. If you think you look ugly in the picture then why the hell did you upload it. It's just so hypocrite. All they want is more people commenting that they're pretty. And that's when you end up with dozens of comments. All it'd take is a simple "thank you".
It's random, yeah, I know.
But enough of this. I started working today, was fun. There was this other girl too who started to day and she was even more lost than I was. Quite an achievement. But it was good to have someone else to be lost too so I didn't feel so stupid repeating the same questions over and over and over again. Besides the guy who was instructing us (and will be for the whole week) was good-looking. A few (or more) years older than us, I'd say maybe twenty-two (EDIT: He actually is twenty-two, he said that today) or something and probably gay. I don't know but you know he seemed to talk only to girls and dresses well and sounds like gay. I don't exactly know how you can define someone sounds gay but, well, he just sounds.
I work so you can get your pretty letters. Haha.
That's all for now I guess. My grandparents are staying over cause my parents are visiting St Petersburg. It's really sort of frustrating. Grandma is just stressing about everything and I can't go anywhere cause I have to help her here and to stuff with them and blah. And it's only been one day. Well, three more and then I'm as free as a bird and will have that two months of freedom I've been waiting for.
Now I'll head to bed, continue my book and eat some chocolate. I missed the Gossip Girl -episode today. Sniff. But the third season is off next week. I also consider starting to watch O.C. which I've never watched but the re-runs begin next week too.
P.S. They've started selling Starbucks chilled coffees over here. I've only had time to taste Seattle Latte. And I don't like coffee, but I liked it. Maybe I'm growing up. Haha. EDIT: Now I've also tasted Aztlan Mocha Latte Chocolate Flavour. Not that good.
My other project over the summer is to taste all the Ben & Jerry's flavours we have here. The range is not nearly as big as on the other side but still. We have, what, 14 flavours according to the Finnish webpage, quite a bit smaller than your over 60 or so.
And can you believe we only got Vitaminwater here only this year? Not that I'm that interested on them. But still. Now I'm really going.
Recently I've occasionally felt really empty. One of the reasons is that everyone – and I mean everyone – is turning eighteen. And, well, guess twice who is not. I hate being born in the end of the year. Imagine being born between Christmas and New Year. Most people are born between New Year and Christmas. Well, I'm not.
I've been trying to prepare myself to this year for a long time. This is the year when everyone in my class, most of my friends, everyone is turning eighteen. It's not like I'm one of those people who like to get drunk and wasted, but still. I want to drive a car, don't want to read from every single job ad that we want our workers to be over eighteen. Screw regulations.
I just feel like I'm missing out of something. Everyone else is getting their driving licenses. I'm not. Everyone else is going to a club just enjoy and have fun because they're allowed to go there. I'm not. I mean, how am I different to the others? Why can't the regulations be like everyone born this year or something. That everyone born in 1993 would get the rights to do things at the same time. I'm just as mature as other people in my class. So why can't I drive?
It just really, really bugs me. It doesn't feel fair. I feel like a kid with everyone else. They don't have to ask for rides everywhere. They can go to the supermarket and buy a beer if they feel like it. It's just not fair.
Besides, I feel like my life is so lame anyways. I never do anything, don't go out with my friends. Maybe because I can't because I'm NOT eighteen. I still have to wait, what, eight months and five days. I feel like my life doesn't have a purpose right now. It's just basic school stuff. Graduation is next year, then I want to move to a place of my own and start living my own life. Right now I feel like my parents guard everything I do. On summer though I have at least a week that I can stay home alone, I want to do something wild. To feel alive.
Another thing might be the fact that I just watched the movie Never Been Kissed. It reminded me so much of myself. I've never had a boyfriend or a relationship and never kissed anyone. I'm not bullied or anything but still. I'm seventeen. Sometimes I feel like I want my life to change. Something new to happen.
But enough of angst now. It's spring and the weather's absolutely beautiful. It's all these stupid movies in which everything is possible and miracles happen and everything that make my life feel so worthless. Guess miracles don't happen in real life. Anyhow, this post sounds much more depressing than I mean. I just can't do anything without exaggeration.
So, to sum up, I am pretty happy with my life. And the title: Selena Gomez & The Scene - Who Says
I love it. The lyrics speak to me. Not in the way that someone's mean to me and bullies me, but in the way that you make your life perfect if you want it to be so. And I love the video.
I wouldn't want to be anybody else.
I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me.
You’ve got every right to a beautiful life.
Who says you’re not perfect, who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re not pretty, who says you’re not beautiful?
Here's a couple of pictures (weheartit.com) that I felt like sharing.
