So I posted a short finnish-language rant on shittiness of life in here.
(And this: I bet you have never really given thought about the order of the adjectives in the English language? Because I have, and though they usually come out in the right order, but if you add something as an afterthought you have to think where you put it.)


And then to nice stuff.


I first saw the book in Suomalainen Kirjakauppa not long after it first was published. It was on a stand-sort of thing and it got my attention the moment I laid my eyes upon it. The red cover and the picture on it. I didn't buy it then though, the price of nearly twenty-five euros for something seemingly not that interesting was too much.

One day I was wandering around the net, doing those online tests made to determine my philosophical views. Surprisingly (or not) they all indicated that my way of thinking corresponds to that of existentialist writers, like Jean Paul Sartre.

Then yesterday I was in Suomalainen Kirjakauppa again, and it struck me. I wanted the book. That book which according to the back cover text drew from Tove Jansson's Moomin books and existentialist philosophers.
I bought the book. It's a 2009 release written by a Jukka Laajarinne, and I've gotten to around page 65. The things in it describe my thought processes and opinions on life and freedom very well. There even is a whole chapter for this feeling of distress and anxiety that is a big part of my personal life.

Makes one wonder, of course. Could it be that these assumed that if these kind of views were indeed delivered through the Moomin books, I might have absorbed them - at least partially - from them?


/awesome English, yes?

Yeah. And I'd love to have me put to some deep-freeze and then come back when everything has been figured out. 'Cause for me, right now, the purpose of life is finding the purpose of life, and the universe and everything else there as a sidedish too. So yeah, I have a need to believe. Kinda. Hard to explain.

Personal life:

I have two days of work left, then comes the weekend of pre-DOOM and then school starts.

Oh man. I'm an idealist - The glass is half full if you just poured the water/whatever it contains, and have done nothing else to it yet, but if you pour the glass full and drink/ empty some of it, it's half empty. Easy?

Well, there are things you know. You just know them. (And then you understand that actually you just tend to think that way, and it's a coincidence when you actually get it right) I could of course quote Yûko here, say 'There is no such thing as coincidence' but I don't. 


Me and my cousin went shopping today. I bought a poster. (Rocky Horror Picture Show. I didn't mean to buy anything, but thenn I saw it in the shop and thought 'Oh my god, I've got to buy this').

Uh. I don't know. 

I tend to get anxious at times like this.
...! But no more of that.

 The cousin told me that - [well actually I knew it already, and I questioned her as soon as we met] she had her first history lesson today. 
So the teacher had told them the exact same things he told to my class a year ago, and uh.
As the teacher called the pupils'  names and came tomy cousin my cousin told herthat she was the sister of a girl in class 9c, and that she was my cousin. As I understood it, the teached had seemed happily surprised, telling my cousin tnot to get distracked even if he called her by the name of her sister or either of my names (First of last, he calls me by the last, so..).

But blah. After she told me all this and more I got really sad because I don't have any history in this period. *sadface*

Soon off to bed. Going to movies tomorrow, and blah everything. Farewell, darling children.