I've got a huge problem. I reserved tickets to the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiere!!!! Haha!
But, the server had problems during the day and I didn't get the seats I wanted to, and now I ended up having five different reservations to both 2D and 3D-shows, and I can't choose between two different seats in the 2D-show or three different seats in the 3D-show: a big hall (or whatever it's called, can't be bothered thinking at this hour) or a small hall? How does 3D-look like in a small hall. I'd prefer a 2D-show though.
Anyhow, these are my big problems. The title: Midnight Oil - Beds Are Burning. It's supposed to explain how I'm excited and can't concentrate on anything. But it really doesn't. But who cares.
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.
I've been busy with school, having the last exams and summer holiday starting on Saturday. Can't wait.
I haven't really been up to much lately. Had this camp thing over the weekend, was pretty lame though. It's been raining quite a lot lately, but the weather's getting better now.
There's this one thing I've been meaning to post about for a long time, but for some reason never have. Have you people ever thought about "I love you" properly?
I've noticed, that it's much easier to say "I love you" in English than in Finnish. Even though I'd say my English is pretty fluent, things don't mean the same than they do with my mother tongue. Everything is so much less meaningful: swearing, expressing feelings. When speaking another language one easily exaggerates.
To me "I love you" is something really big and meaningful. I don't think I've ever said that to anyone. Maybe my mum when I was small. It's just not our thing to say it. In movies you hear people telling each other they love them all the time. The meaning has been lost. They say it to someone even though they don't even know the other person that well.
For me it'd take a long time before I'd have the courage to tell someone I loved them. I'd need to absolutely trust the other person and have a deep relationship before I'd be ready. "I love you" is not something to say to whoever. It's something really important, and I don't want it to lose its meaning.
There's one good example (or well, maybe not that good if you look at the whole story but let's just concentrate on this one detail) in Gossip Girl. You know on season two Chuck and Blair struggle saying "I love you" to each other. That's sort of the way it's supposed to be. "I love you" shouldn't be something you tell everyone. And I'm repeating myself.
But just think of it. Imagine saying "I love you" in English or whatever language you want and then in your mother tongue. There's a difference. At least to me. Your own language is much more meaningful. Try. I can repeat "I love you" much more easily than "Minä rakastan sinua". That's Finnish (for your information).
Anyhow, I gotta get going now. It's summer soon. Aloha!
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.
Hello everyone, I'm back from the dead. I've been crazy busy for the past few weeks, and, surprise surprise, now I'm sick. I had fever last night, but no fever today (?). Not feeling too great anyway. But, as I'm kinda tired and so, and I have absolutely no idea what to write about, I decided to continue my challenge.
Day 05 - A Moment
Okay, so I decided to bring up a moment which happened a couple of years ago, autumn 2008 to be exact. It was the national championships, and relay. I had hurt my knee the day before, and it was all swollen. I was very nervous.
Well my performance wasn't exactly the best, and I wasn't feeling good about it. I thought I had done a bad job. But when I got the exchange, I heard I was at the top with a bunch of other teams, not far behind the leading one. I went to the shower, and when I came back I heard we had changed third. Though the girl on second leg was almost crying because she wasn't happy with her performance either.
So we went to the finish line, very excited. We knew we stood a good chance to even second place. So there we were waiting. Then, all of a sudden we heard another team start screaming. We thought that alright, here come the winners. But, when she came around the curve, we saw our team a few steps ahead. It was absolutely surreal. We - the national champions. That moment is a definitely memorable one, and one of the greatest ever. I can't describe the feeling then.
Anyhow, I'm tired, and I going to see whether there are any good movies somewhere in the house. So the title: lostprophets - Rooftops.
P.S. It's holidays again, ha ha. A whole wonderful week of absolutely nothing to do.
Another "teen"-phenomenon I like is, big surprise, Twilight. But it's a different story this time. I remember a friend of mine telling about the books a few years ago, and I thought they sounded (to be honest) crap. Apart from Harry Potter I've never been really into fantasy. So I payed no attention to it.
Then, when the movie become such a hit, I thought that maybe I could go watch it. Besides, another friend of mine was desperate of seeing it so I promised that I'd go with her. After the movie I was dumbfounded. It was actually good. So I borrowed the books from the first friend I told you about and read them, also the last one which wasn't out in my language yet. It came out like almost a year after the first movie.
So, I like Twilight. But not because it's a teen sensation or the actors are good-looking - no way. I'm one of those who actually don't find Robert Pattinson attractive. Taylor Lautner is another story... I like the story, and prefer the books. The movies are good too, though.
I find it sort of problematic that I resist the mass-teen-phenomenon Twilight has become, but I actually like it. It seems that if you like it, you're straight classified as a blond-wannabe-teen wearing Team Jacob -T-shirts. No way. (And as you want to know, I'm on Jacob's side and always been, before Taylor Lautner became so good-looking. I think it's sad that so many Team Edward -teens changed to Team Jacob when the second movie came out. And I know this makes me sound like one of them and I'm furious because bimbo-teens stole my opinion, but that's not the case. I'm just saying. I've never really been a vampire-fan.)
So I tell you, that I like Twilight. I'm not going to lie just because it's considered lame liking it. But I also think it's lame that you won't see the movies or read the books just because of the phenomenon. I mean if the story sounds interesting you might as well check it out, not stick with the I'm-not-a-teen -attitude. So what if you are?
But one thing bothers me more than anything. The fact that many of the fans are like twelve or thirteen. The youngest one I've seen was ten. I mean, if you're that age there's no way you can understand the books that well and really like the story. Then it's more about the phenomenon. And the last book is definitely not for so young girls. (Why not guys too, but I know no guy who'd be reading Twilight.)
But enough about Twilight for now. I should be studying, so this was my excuse for staying out of it. But as i have to face it anyway, it could as well be sooner as it could be later. Harry Potter tomorrow!
And the title: Katy Perry - Teenage Dream. Hope you noticed the sarcasm there.
