From somewhere I got a boost of energy and thanks to that I've been scannincg some of my drawings. They'll all be up at deviantart, but one I wanted to share only with you folks. It's an oldish self-portrait of mine:
( here )

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.

Whell.
It's the time of the period when all the tests are kept. (huh? bad english?)
On Monday we had a Biology test (it went quite well, except for one part where I wrote about mushrooms that suck energy from people who come to forests to collect mushrooms. I didn't remember anything I could've written there, so I thought that maybe the teacher will give me pity points for creativity),
on Tuesday a History test (It wasn't too hard, only two 'essay' questions, then 'explain the following words'- ones and a 'name six of the turning points of the Second World War')
Today we had no tests, but tomorrow we'll have an English one (I usually don't read for these - or I do, but not our school books but something a tad more sophisticated, like LOTR, heh)
And on Friday it's Physics - easy one as well.

Today I'll be going to see Mozart's Magic Flute with dad and the folks of that family. Right now I'm sitting here, drinking coffee - to keep me awake. I have told you how I am oh so very tired, like, every day. So I'm drinking coffee so that I won't fall asleep in the Opera. I also have only a small idea of what I'm going to wear - something fancy, I think, as it's opera, you have to, and anyway, usually when I'm with dad I have quite casual clothes.

Today in Finnish we watched this Whale Rider move - the one I'd gotten as a Christmas present. On Friday we'll have to write an analysis of it, eek.

Hmm. What else? Oh.
In art we made these little clay things 'an usable item/object which includes a shape/detail from nature'. I totally hate clay, so I made a very simple bookend which featured a very simple mushroom. Now, I'm just a little anxious of this - we have a new teacher and I've already made two mushroom-themed works. One can but wonder what she thinks about it.

'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.