Oh. We're still here, and I'm still watching Buffy (though now I'm in the sixth season already). Life here is boring, the people are totally depressing, and that's why I spend most of my time either sleeping, watching Buffy or sleeping.
I really have nothing interesting to say, I just want to wait for a while to give the episode(s, always two of them open, so that- whatever, you're not that interested) a little time to download (not the right word. Hmmm. Buffer? Buffer? Uhh...) so that I can watch them without those extremely annoying interruptions (did I get thet right?).
I bought a necklace. or, like, a stone-amulet-kind-of-thingy. You know what I'm talking about (you better). I'm tired. Thrice today I was woken up in the middle of a nice dream. That's three times! First, in the 'morning' when mum had to come to our room to find her mobile phone, and then as she made a call the didn't even bother to leave the room, and for some reason she saw it necessary (get that right too? I don't think so.) to speak as loud as she could. Then, after I'd been awake for a little while, and then gone back to bed I'm woken up 'cause the food is ready, so I go and eat, and get back downstairs andgo to bed, and then - as I'm almost asleep, mum says 'Should you get up?' I said no, and she left, and I thought of trying to sleep again, but then I figured it must be a sign from a higher level to be woken up three times already, and even if I'd gotten back to bed and fell asleep, I'm sure someone would've woken me up again, and that's something I could've not cope with. Blah blah blah, I really wonder if. . . yeah.

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.

Oh well. Tomorrow I'll be going to school, and great blah. I was awake all night last nigh, went to sleep around seven o'clock, and uhhhh..
Yesterday (or was it the day before?) mum brought two seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs for me to watch, while I was ill and unable to do anything, so I've been just watching them here, and I then today I had to take them back, 'cause for some reason they had to be returned before seven o'clock. *déjà vu* So I actually kinda missed the two last episodes of the fourth season (the seasons I watched were 3 and 4) and now I'm sort of waiting for the episodes to download pissed.

And tomorrow, our school would end at twelve o'clock, but at half past the 'elders', or whatever, are dancing, so I suppose we have to stay in school for that.
And then at four o'clock (what's it with the times today?) our train for Alavus leaves, and I'll have to pack and all before that. And then I have to spend the whole week there - though it might be okay-ish. I suppose I'll be reading quite a lot, as I do when I'm there.

You know, the funny thing about being ill, tied to a bed and nothing to do but watching movies and eating is that a) you get fat from all the eating (not my point actually, but it kinda fits here) b) (good lord don't say I forgot what I had to write, no, please - Ha! I remember!) you can't really speak, and you're so bloody tired all the time, and feverish, that you get bored even more easily (easilier, huh?) than you usually would, and it's awful. So, my point was a simple revelation I had the day before yesterday (wait - was it yesterday? I'm terribly confused!) was that you start to get healthier when you start talking to yourself again [sure, this is like, physically healthier, if you take my meaning] and it that's the case (which I think it is) I feel a lot better now.

Oh man. Look at all the brackets. My thoughts are kinda disoriented today. As in, more than usually. And these words too, what fourteen-year-old Finnish girl uses the word 'brackets' anyway? Or 'disoriented'. Oh man, I'm tired.
It's like, I'm tired, I get a cold, I stay in bed for four days, I get a little better, and I'm tired again. Well, actually, as I now think about that, I actually can come up with a few explanations for that, but hey! Blah, it's nothing.

HEY! there was this überly awesome episode of Buffy, nmed 'Hush', and it was really cool, I mean, the bad guys, 'the Gentlemen', they were kinda cool and scary with those freaky smiles and all. And the other thing about the episode - the almost complete silentness (wait, not a word, am I correct? sileceness? silency?) of the poeple. It was cool.

Yeah.

//edit. Hey man, the downloading finished! Now I'm off to watch more Buffy (till I got demons comin' from my ears)!

Ooooh.

It's new year's eve.

We went to see this 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' movie, me and mum. She hadn't been to the cinema in three years, and the last time she did she went to seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - also with me.
The film was okay - the plot was rather poor, but the special effects were cool.
AND JOHN CLEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11oneonetwoseven
Holy shit, for real, I didn't have the faintest idea he was in the movie and I missed his name in the opening titles and GOOD LORD I almost had a heart attack as he entered the screen and, yeah, his role was very small, but ahhhhhh his GREATNESSSSSSS! I'm totally using the Good morning? icon now!
...
After the movie a group of young people, mainly girls, talked something about the movie, comparing it to The Day After Tomorrow, which just happens to be our New Year movie. Mum of course then had to go and mention this to the girls.
I think it should be a tradition to watch other end-of-the-world movies before (and immediately after) New Year. It's good time for that, don't you think?

. . .
Right now it's still possible to listen to music - it's about eight o'clock, but as we draw closer to midnight it'll be quite impossible. That doesn't bother me though, as Ill be at my cousins'. We'll watch the fireworks and then watch the movie. We've done that for some two-three years now.

Happy New Year! yeah as if

Oh dear. I almost forgot. (edit at 20.53)
Before the movie they of course showed commercials. Well I'd heard of them making this film, but it hadn't quite struck me that way until I saw the teaser piece.
I actually got into the fandom via that trailer.
Star Trek.
For real. I'm gonna go, watch all the episodes and the movies ever made and then, then at last I can call myself a proper-educated nerd. I mean, like, yeah! I've given some thoughts for it before, like: 'Hmm. I should get myself watching some Star Trek' (and I actually have, like two episodes of the original series some two years past) and now, this new movie, the mere trailer, has made me do something so that I can achieve this goal. YEAH!

Oh dear oh dear oh dear.

I have not updated in what feels like months. It's quite remarkable, actually, as I've spent very little time using the computer during this period of silence. It first began with the computer crashing, but that was easily cured after some one-and-a-half week by my dear father. Alas, as he came he brought with him his Nintendo DS Lite and an FF game with it. That particular little object has been the biggest reason for why I haven't been using the computer.

Christmas came and went. Many a great film I have watched, and many a fine book I am in the middle of reading. And I have not written a word of all this for you.
I somehow feel compelled to write everything as well as I can. A reason for that might be that I've not written anything in ages, as well as that I've been listening and reading the beautiful British English for quite some time now, in the forms of Oscar Wilde's and Arthur Conan Doyle's stories and some films and TV programmes, such as some of the newer Hercule Poirot filmations and Pride and Prejudice (of which I must have a word. It just so happens that I am no great friend of romantic dramas, or romantic comedies, but this is a story that has caught my attention, and I must admit that I actually very much like it.).

Before the holiday in school we started a new period and in English this whole period is dedicated to America and to America only. I can not say that I am in any way thrilled about this, but I am interested in the differences between the American and British ways of speaking and writing, and I have recieved some valuable information already.


Oh. My grades were brilliant.


Well well well. Oh well.

I am so tired. Again. Ahh.

We only had one lesson of Health Education (we watched a video) and two lessons of History, and during the second I had to go to some sort of a health check. I'm as healthy as a . . . fish, for heaven's sake. No, I'm healthy I have no depression (we had to fill a form for this and my friend had told that if I cross the first or second answers to every question, it'll be 'Not depressed'. So I did. And I was ever so cheerful)

It's 5th of December, which means tomorrow is the Finnish independence day. Yay for that.
I'm going over to dad's. *notsoyayforthat*

I'm so friggin' tired all the time. The woman at the health examination-thingy said, that a cure for it was that I go out every day, have some outdoor exercise. Now, I know the consequence of writing this thing here, everyone brainless little worm my family will be overly happy to try and make me do this. Jogging and stuff, every day.
Now, if you recognise you as a brainless little worm, I am telling you: I am not fucking doing that. *smiley face*
I'd rather be tired all the time than go fucking jogging every day.
And this lady said that at maximum a person(of my age, I suppose) should only use the computer for two hours in the evening. WELL FUCK YOU.

Tired. Tired. Tired.

'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.

I woke up at half past one.  I would've slept longer, but my stupid speak-too-loud grandmother and cousin were discussing some completely needelss-to-discuss matter upstairs.  And my throat hurts.

On the other hand, I'm reading a nice piece on fanfiction and listening to perhaps the best song ever to be heard in terms of music, structure and lyrics. Empty Spaces/What Shall We Do Now by Pink Floyd. Written by Roger Waters, can be heard in the Wall the film(released '82), but not on the album, due to it's length. On the album we hear 'Empty Spaces', a shorter version of the song, with slightly diffirent lyrics. Empty Spaces is known for it's backwards message. The famous animation of the two flowers making love was made by Gerald Scarfe.  Beacuse I know these things.
Go and see the video. Unless. . . whatever, go and see it anyway.

Hah. This is what  I call the summer holiday. Seriously. I've been up all night, I'm a bit hyper, I ate properly around five o'clock (or so I assume). I 've watched two movies today (Moomintroll and the Comet and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which was great, if fact. Loved the depressed robot, [voiced by Alan Rickman]) a couple of episodes of the Simpsons and several episodes of House due to the fact that this computer supports things like Youtube and such (I'm not in youtube, I'm at someplace elce, but it's similiar) unlike the old one I have at home.

I think I should go and get some sleep.


No, no, that can't be right.

Oh! I bought new earphones - - Ear phones? Earphones, right? Is that the word? Yes, I bought earphones today, cost 15 euros. O h my god it's light outside already! Last time I looked out it was DARK~~ whoo-ooo I'm a ghost.

Forgive me.

I'm at my grandparents. I'm bored. But it's fine as I can use the computer much as I like.

I woke up at half past two today. I would have slept longer, but the telephone rang upstairs and nobody was there to anwer. 

I got a new CD player today ('I' as in my mom bought it).

It's raining. I'm here with mom, her 'boyfriend' and my cousin. 

In fact I have nothing to tell you. Life is boring. I'm just waiting for something.