There's stuff again.

Personal Life:
( Contains the words 'work', 'money', 'school' and 'future', and two pictures. )

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun


Awesomeness:
Movies:
Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland - Oh yes.
Last time I was expecting a movie as enthusiastically was before the Star Trek film came out.

I mean - It's Burton. (Guaranteed greatness.) and Alice in Wonderland (Scary shit on it's own, and with Burton who knows will happen?)
Burton has the holy trinity thing working for him here too. Danny Elfman's music (Can it be bad?) and Depp as the Mad Hatter (Look at the picture in the link!). Mind you, Stephen Fry and Alan Rickman , too.

And oh! Hey! Yeah! I remember! I'm waiting for another movie too - well, actually, waiting for them to announce that they're going to make it. The possible Doctor Who movie starring Tennant. (Comic-Con is not that far away!) I read about R. T. Davies moving overseas to America, though. But nothing prevents him writing scripts there.
You see, I have this mental image of him (Or Steven Moffatt, of course, but he's the main writer for the next TV series, he'll be busy) writing a 10!Doctor movie that has to do with that River Song and her relationship/adventures with the Doctor.
Now, don't get me wrong - I didn't particularly like her, I didn't particularly like any of the females in the series, except for Donna, who had attitude. I just mean that it is sort of like a story never happened 'cause Tennant leaves the series, but they could make it happen in the movie. If I were a writer and actually liked River Song, that's what I would do.

TV:
I'm also waiting very eagerly for the next Doctor Who episode to come out - and it's months away! Argh, the torture! We want the Master!

//edit at 00:17.
Okay. I'm. Out. Of. Words.

*makes a face. not necessarily a bad face. just a face.*

I'm *takes a deep breath* listening to some of John Barrowman's songs on Youtube. I'm completely in love with him. No, really.

//edited again at 00:39 between 'I might also want an iPod or something like that.' and 'I will also save some of the money for a potential UK trip in the future.'

Writer's Block:

1.What fictional character do you most identify with?

Let's start listin'!

The first and perhaps most accurate one might me:
Gandalf - old, wise, a leader, wise, uh... uber-cool pop culture icon?

I find Anakin's 'Ariesness' very close to that of mine - self-conscious, stubborn, loyal, drawn to the dark side - and the rest is history.
Same kind of decisiveness and boldness can be found in, none other than our lovely Capt. James. T. Kirk.
Also; Scarlett O'Hara.

That Basil guy in The Picture of Dorian Gray. The was artsy, and totally gay, and very 'beautiful things are to be kept secret, so that I can enjoy them just by myself'. Also, he got killed.

Dana Scully. Intelligent, scientific, woman?
Funny thing is, I also identify very much with Mulder. They're not that different, in the end, are they?

Ohh, hey! Scar from Lion King! 'I'm surrounded by idiots!' Only I can't bother to make those idiots follow me. And I wouldn't like to be a king.

Floyd Pinkerton. 'Pink', that is. 'Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel'. When life gets too difficult. People don't understand. And in the end you turn out to be the one thing you tried to fight - much like young Skywalker.

The compulsory Doctor Who bit - The cool-music-minded insane-since-childhood Time Lord the Master, I identify with him. He was intelligent, too.

Ellen Ripley - alongside with Scully, Ripley is the only female character I've ever really identified with. She's strong-willed, intelligent, and usually is made the boss against her own wishes. You also forget that she's a woman.

While I'm not the greatest Batman fan in the world, Dr. Jonathan Crane, aka the Scarecrow, who works at the asylum, and should more or less be an inmate, was, during 'Batman Begins' my favourite character. The intelligence. The eyeglasses.

Colonel 'This sketch is getting too silly' from the Flying Circus. I get that terrible urge to tell people they're talking stupid nonsense every now and then (nonsensical stuff isn't necessarily bad, only when it's stupid)

Snufkin, Moomins.'Nuff said, really. A loner, who occasionally enjoys people's company, eats fish, is philosophical, intelligent, wise, a restless soul.
While not being my favourite character, Hodgkinson (or however it was written) from the Moomin series by Tove Jansson has that inventor-drive on his side. He's not that adventurous, either. More of a thinker.

There was a fox in a book that my parents used to read to me - The Restless Fox, born in April, when the moon was at it's fullest. He received restless footprints as a gift from lady Moon, and ever since it has had to move from one place to another, and on those nights when the stars are close to earth, it can do nothing but to howl at the Moon.
That fox is me. For real. (In the end, the fox must be locked in a cage and kept under the boiling sun for a couple of days, so he can be set free. Hopefully my life goes easier on me.)

Would it be too much to say HAL-9000 here in the end?


*footnote: Question to readers: Which would be the defining word here?Hint, begins with 'I'

Okay so a short quick update:

- Too frickin long since the last update, but hey, I've just had a thousand things to do

- School ends in less than a week, and then I'll be rich and free, free, free!

- I have discovered several awesome websites, like that one comic, whatsitcalled. . . . xckd or something, and this 'Fear and Loathing' blog I totally love
If I have the strength of will I shall put linksd of them in the sidebar of this journal

- I also love Star Trek and lord, I haven't updated since I went to see that movie with dad all those weeks ago
and as internet is my friend and god in need I've been watching the Original Series (I also intend to watch the Next Generation, but I've always liked doing things like this in an as-chronological-as-possible-order.) and it's all quite wonderful. / this also makes me feel itsy-bitsy more like a geek, which, if not necessarily [and, once again, difficult word right on the first try] a bad thing, is somewhat [couldn't think of a good word. Disturbing? Uh.. fun? strange? WEIRD? (Oh dear. I'll always smile at this word.)]

- Then, some school stuff here:
I expect to get nine 10s in my [what the hell it's called] grade-paper-end-of-semester-thingy. One or two 8s and rest 9s.
Which means' it'll be very good indeed. The average (based on my earlier calculations) shopuld be approximately 9,44 of all subjects and 9,6 of the non-arts-and-crafts ones.
I'm not going to babble anything more specific, except that in Finnish we had to write a synopsis-type-sort of essay on either a real, existing ar an imaginary TV-series. i wrote mine on The X-files and scored a full 10
(which is a) thrilling, cause a full 10 is always a perfect thing, b) depressing, cause I don't know how I could make it better - and yes, I'm sure it could've been better. It always can. Everything can, not that I'm complaining.)

- Then - we get to the main point of this post, which is:

I've for some time now been able to proudly say that I don't watch television too much. Also, my favourite series have not all been in the Top most popular TV-series by Southern Finland's teenagers (girls) -list.
Now, earlier my favourite series were as follows (though not in any particular order):

Monty Python's Flying Circus
The X-Files
House, M.D.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

and now, since some weeks ago,
Star Trek (: TOS, if you wish)

and that's been it.

And now, since yesterday: Heroes.
And there's not that much to say about it, really.
I really like it, though I was kind of sceptical at first, but then I thought, what the heck, and went for it. And it's good. I'm about in the middle of the first season, and right now I'm in that kind of a state where one can't write down any deep, philosophical thoughts.
The one thing I have to say is that I've (and fully involuntarily too) fallen to totally in love with this Sylar character (who is, more or less accidentally, portrayed my Zachary Quinto). Which is sad 'cause he's like the bad guy (sorta) and if this isn't indeed the most uncommon-like programme, then the good guys win. Though it's not all like bad guys versus good guys. There's more to it, and this 'there being more to it' gives to me the permission to like Sylar and squeal -(quite uncharacteristically for me) whenever he's on screen.

I haven't written anything in ages. Last Wednesday I got myself a laptop, which I now am happily using ( I'm sitting in the middle of the livingroom floor). School has been the same usual, today in art we printed these pictures on white bags (I made that Hammers logo from the Wall - instantly recognizable, but only to those who know what it is).
English is as depressing as usual. We're writing some stories about bullying, and yes, I love writing, and yes, the subject is so frickin' boring I want to tear my head off.
In Finnish we're going through some grammar, and we just read this Moomin story (the Last dragon or something) and it's really nice, 'cause we usually read boring stuff. AND the story features Snufkin very heavily, and after reading that story I can now say that ( well of course I'd read the story earlier but I now understood that) he's my all time favourite literature character. I haven't been able to specify who it would be earlier, but Snufkin's something so amazing that it's strange it's passed me before (huh?).
Then there's Snufkin's father of course, the Joxter who is even more of a . . . bum type sort of person. Born lazy, all he does is eat sleep and dream. Except when someone forbids something.
And I now understand why I'm not that fond of Moominpappa at sea - Snufkin hardly makes an appearance! My favourite Moomin book is Moominsummer Madness (I prefer the original name - Farlig midsommar, Dangerous Midsummer), very possibly because it's the first book in the series I read (very possibly also because it's got some nice chapters on Snufkin and the little children - OH and the park-keeper! Snufkin's an anarchist! :DD ).
I'm actually seriously thinking of getting one of the books in original Swedish, only I don't think I'd be able understand it all without a dictionary - or the same book in Finnish for comparing.

. . . I might write more on the subject.

So earlier today - wait, yesterday, I was totally depressed again, but now I've been here surfing and life's lookin' bright again, and I just try not to think about the depressing stuff (which proves to be kinda hard, especially while I write this).

Tomorrow we'll be swimming in PE - one of hte reasons for my depression earlier. I'm not even sure my swimsuit fits me (I'm not even sure I'd find the suit, good thing mum's there to do that for me)

So yeah, I've been listenin' to Uriah Heep, that Demons & Wizards album of theirs. 'Ts quite good, and all.

Also, rice crackers and milk chocolate is my new love.

Also also, I borrowed a fun book from the library today (in French our teacher explained to us how people become right or left-handed. And it appears I'm somehow strange 'cause both my parents are left-handed but I'm a rightie) that was about something called kokology (from the japanese word kokoro, which, if I'm right [which you'll never know] has omething ot do with heart and /or mind or something) that had scenario exercises [MIND GAMES] in it, and the last one was absolutely the best, and it went like this (this, again, is one of my ah-so-great translations, so feel free to laugh)

cut for length
( here )
I should be goin' now.

So it's the second day of the 'skiing holiday'. I didn't go to school on Friday after all.

We're at my grandparents'. It's me, mum, and the whole big cousin family.
There's nothing much to do here.
Tomorrow we'll propably go to the library, though I don't really see any need for books, as I've got the DS again, and a 'comic on comics'-book, which is very good indeed.

Funny thing - I told you how I'd been watching Buffy earlier this week. Then on Friday I see that someone on topicless had started a discussion on it. And I told you of this absolutely cool episode, yes? It appears that there are people who get nihgtmares of it. Well, I understand their fellings, really. It _was_ creepy.

Now this keyboard is very sucky again, so please don't mind the typos.

Today we watched a '76 filmation of A. Kivi's the Seven Brothers - It was absolutely a lot better than I expected it to be.

I can't wait to get to home. I kind of got hooked to Buffy dutring those two days of my watching it, and, uh, I want more. And, yeah. I don't know. I suppose I agree with quite a large percent of the Buffy fans when I admit that I'm totally and completely in love with Spike.
(I wonder who's reading this. - __ -' ) So there it is. Giles is absolutely amazing too.
It's different with X-Files, you know? It seems to be a little more adults-oriented series (just look at the people in it), and with just two _main_ characters it's, well, either easier or harder to pick your favourite. And sure, there are those freaks that like Skinner and whoever else. I myself find it easy to relate to both Mulder and Scully. (Scully - an INTJ, am I right? That'd be me, though I do believe in the exsistence of extra-terrestrials. Little green gray men[and strike the 'R', hah-hah].)
Maybe it's that both Spike and Giles speak British English, right? Though the actor who plays Spike is American, right? He sure sounds quite good. 
You know, I feel somehow strangely . . . weird writing this. Okay, it it period-time, but anyway, somehow uncharecterically (god, was that right?) fangirlish. ... I blame it on the periods. 

I's a little past twelve. I should be going to bed, but I've drank three cups of coffee today, and, uh, I feel slightly mad hyper. By the way, does any of you know the difference between hyper and super. I think I do, but I wouldn't could on it - it's something that hyper's from Greek, and super's from Latin.
Look, look, at what I'm writing! I'll be going to bed now.

'Kay.
The thing is this: last week our internet went down again. The reason for this was discovered today; it was the little metal piece splitter that shares the socket for modem and Tv that didn't work.
And between Sunday and Thursday I was in Tallinn, so I didn't get to use a computer.
But now I 'm back, feeling rather good, waiting for school to start (it's the autumn break right now) and uh.. feeling fine, yes.

New period has started in school. All three of my non-artistic favourite subjects (Finnish as a Native Language, History, English) are found in my timetable, and it's great.

I got good marks on the period-changes paper, only four subjects though, but it's okay, They Were
Biology . . . 9
Mathematics . . . 9
Swedish . . . 9
Chemistry . . . 10



In Tallinn it was nice, but still I'm kinda exhausted. Mainly because I had to be really social during the whole time - I was there with my mum, aunt, her husband and their three children.
Me, mother and the oldest of my cousins went to the Opera in there, we went to see Rigoletto, and it was _awesome_! The best opera I've been two in my life (well, that Salome was kind of strange anyway "I want to ki~ss his li~ps!" was like the main thing in it, but I suppose I was just too young for it at the time[and anyway, Salome had somethign to do with Wilde, hm? His original ply, I remember. Am I right?])
And I had no idea that that, uh *search* La Donna e Mobile was in Rigoletto! It came as a wonderful, pleasant surprise. The singers were good and the plot was great (compared, again, to Salome with no real plot at all) and we sat in the second row so I got to see the dresses and the expressions on the singers faces and the makeup and the musicians and everything.

In school everything is as usual - in Finnish we're reading Horror again, which is great, I love it, and I've read the Shining (in Finnish though) for it, and some EA Poe Stories as well and I'm going to read some Ambrose Bierce, haven't read anything from him earlier but mum said he was good, and uhh - I haven't really read in some time, so it's great to get into it again.

In Art we are making a (rough translation) loathe-self-portrait, we must just make a picture of something - I'm not quite sure how restricted we are with this, 'cause I'm not gonna make a boring old zombie-myself. We're drawing on black paper, and that's great
I've come up with two options:
A sort of landscape of soul - things that appear frequently in my art, things I think are important to me (not like an MP3-player, but like art and death and the hiding from the world, stuff like that)
or if the teacher does not approve of this (which would be a shame, I've been working on this thing for hours - and on free time, because it's such a fascinating idea) I have another, very much simplified option:
A white mask, one that would cover the wearer's left side of the face. A smile on the lips, red tear on the cheek.


THEN! As our Art teacher gave us a lecture type sort of thing before we got to start these things, and she showed us some cool pictures (Can't remember any of the artists, too bad, as I remember that one woman had quite impressive photographs) and she told us a very much shortened version - just, like, the main events - of the Picture of Dorian Gray </most>
and I _suppose_ (never be sure) that I was the only one fully familiar with the story - sure, other people after hearing the plot seemed to recognize it from somewhere, but [ahh I'm proud of meself again] I don't suppose anyone else would've known the writer or anything like that -
and then on ( Wednesday? Tuesday?) I went and bought a copy of it, 2,5 euros, cheap, cheap, and read it during the holiday (I was reading the Shinig as well, as said above) - and this one in English of course - and I've got to say that it was more than enough to give Oscar Wilde a permanent place in 'My Favourite Authors' -list.

And then there was something else too. . . Can't remember right now. Christmas is approaching (lots of long words in this post, hmm..), I would dearly need some money, I think I should start exercising, suppose that will happen when I see the flying sheep that live in trees, lots of music and movies and books to be bought - no money, really, and uhh.. the misery of a fairly good life.

. . .// What I failed to remember was that we coloured my hair. It's tat sort of dark brown with very few light stripes.

You have no freakin' idea how great I'm feeling right now! I haven't felt anything like this in ages! AGES!
I'm seriously feeling better than I've felt since... I can't remember when! I didn't even remember how good it feels like to be 'happy'!

So yesterday we had a test of chemistry. Most of it went quite well. Then after school I came home, did nothing, and then went to see a film. [is 'movie' a american-sort-of-word? 'Cause the spell checker in this is set to UK, and it doesn't like the word 'movie' With a capital M it does go though. Weird.]
(The film was Happy-go-Lucky, if you insist.) After that I had to go to dad's as my mom's in Stockholm on a business trip. And I'm going there back today, but I have to change schoolbooks, clothes, write this, and most importantly, play guitar.

So today we had music. We played Katie Whoeversheis's I kissed a girl. At first I had to play guitar (I'm listed down as plays guitar, which I actually don't [not that well anyway]) but the as our bass player so darn good singer, I took her place. The song was simpler than ANY and I felt so darn great to be able to play it well.
And if I didn't know better, I'd think Tiia, my dearest friend, has sold her soul to the lord of the underworld, because she is FREAKING AWESOME! She plays guitar so well, and she plays piano so well, and damn it when we're grown up and she's a star I wall just explode! I'm so proud of her already *tear* HAHAHA.

And my mood isn't affected at all because of the fact that I'm going at dad's today as well. (Usually I'd be feeling blue as the night sky.)

And our music teacher said that as we're so enthusiastic (BLEEP I got that right on the first try!) we can suggest some songs ourselves.
I'm of course instantly thinking 'What Pink Floyd song would be easy enough and likeable enough that it could be played?'
And then of course we could play The Beatles.

. . . But somehow I feel that the other people in the group aren't so into this as me [And Tiia, we had some great time between the actual playing, she played Another Brick with the guitar, and I played Money on bass |Did I tell you about last Friday? How she bought the Dark Side album? No? Well, she did. Ain't that just great? Spread the Magnificence known as Pink Floyd. | and heh it was fun.]

Yeah. 
I'm here at my grandparents. I haven't been on computer in a week. Whoah. My original plan was not to use the computer at all while i'm here, but it just so happened that today my aunt's family (I'm here with them) is away, in Vaasa, and the elders are going to see some play somewhere and I get the whole house to myself for all the day. 

Because my cousins are that kind of [inserst some proper word] little children that they don't do anything else but sit at the computer or watch TV. Well one of them reads books too, but that doesn't count. And gues what they do on the copmuter, hm? Well the oldest one reads fanfics (het, eww) the middle one (is not as muuch on computer as the other two) plays like Neopets or something. And the youngest one watches Digimon. Digimon. Yeah! Digimon!!!! Whee. And guess what. The oldest one [doesn't seem to have a life] watches it with him! But hey, everyone fifteen-years-old can decide for herself, right? So she watches Digimon. Okay. Fine with me.

So yeaah.
We were in a shop [the day before yesterday] some days ago. I bought the first season of the X-files. (I thought that then when I'm an adult I won't need a TV, I can watch all good shows on DVD on computer.) I'm gonna watch some of it today [in a blessed silece with no little children running around, a little older children arguing with their parents and the parents arguing with the elders]. Ahh.

I've been reading. But - I haven't beed reading the lotr. [Mainly because I finished it already] We went to the library on Thursday (we arrived here on Wednesday) and I borrowed two books written by John Dickson Carr. And they're good! Almost as good as Christie's stories! Yay for them!

What's the best day of the week? - Monday. (Not when there's school though.) Three of my (. . .) six favourite TV programmes are on TV in here on Monday. (And if you wish to know what they are, you can find out for yourself: the first one is shown on YLE1 at half past six, the second on Mtv3 at eight and the third on Sub at nine o'clock.)

I don't know. I've been relying on my mp3 player again, the CD player here broke. Very nice. 
And, you know how sometimes you're certain you have a song on your mp3 player od iPod, and then you can't find it? Last night I was sure I had PInk Floyd's Echoes on mine, and it wasn't. And I was all in the mood for listening to it. (You know - sometimes when your music player is on Shuffle it  just simply won't play any good songs. That's what's good in long songs, they last a long time and you don't need to be changing the song every three minutes.)

Oh! Another thing these people do here, in fact. They play Trivial pursuit. Hah.

Hmm. I shall come back - someday.

//I came back! It's 18:54.
Yeah. Fare you well..

Well. I was kinda bored, so I did some tests.