damn, how did i manage to forget how awesome the first season of dexter is? ...well, i never forgot the amount of awesome but i forgot how much i like it personally. the characters! the humor! the plot!

hum hum hummm exam next monday.

1. i'm quarantined at home with an annoying case of tonsillitis. annoying in the sense that i shouldn't even complain about it since i have no flu symptoms, no fever or even a proper sore throat. my tonsils are just inhabited by an alien race and i can't go out so as not to infect anyone. i went to get a culture from the uni nurse this morning, even though i have no intention of taking an antibiotic for ten days because hellooo, midsummer this weekend. and i'm gonna spend it in lahti with mates, even if i have to michael jackson it and go boozing wearing a surgical mask.

2. i just got the books for my neuropsychology exam. it isn't until the 29th of august but i'm already freaking out a little bit. ex-art school nerd vs. one thousand pages of neuroscience! book your tickets NOW.

3. having a hairy bloke is hilarious, cleaning-wise. it's like owning a cat! ..or three.

4. back to the tonsils. anyone here had them removed? i know tonsils are part of the body's defence system in the sense that they are there to catch bacteria and stuff but i'd really like to get rid of mine. do you get sick easier if you have them removed? mine just kind of hang about in there are are huge and annoying and get infected too often anyway. i want the buggers gone.

5. lol nurses and the anti-smoking propaganda. since i've gotten tonsillitis so many times, i can tell the nurse everything that's relevant about my symptoms in under a minute, but we spent nearly twenty just talking about smoking and how it kills. i did try to get it across that i love smoking possibly more than anyone else in the entire goddamn universe does but noooo. i couldn't get going before i gave a solemn vow to think about quitting. but it wasn't nearly as annoying a lecture as some i've gotten in the past. she was a very sweet lady. good sense of humor.

6. LAHTI SOUTHSIDE WHAAZAAAAA this friday okay? we drinkin or wha?? i'm coming down on thursday. my folks are possibly maybe probably going north for midsummer's, so i'll be colonizing their flat. thus, no need pull out any extra beds, not for me anyway.

7. hilariously, lj spell check rejects 'neuropsychology' and proposes 'parapsychology' instead. lol accidental biased commentary, LOL.

eh, those of you who have met me in real life, help me out here. can you tell me why drunken blokes a certain demographic seems to favor the opinion that i'm russian or estonian? i can't say whether it's more to do with looks or speech, since i get it both from guys i've spoken to and guys who've only seen me and not heard me.

traveling in england i got 'french' as the typical guess. are these veiled insults? i don't get how my 5'3" and 120 pounds point towards two nationalities that both come with the stereotype of tall, slim ladies. do i speak weird finnish/english? is my face somehow particularly non-finnish?

what is this faggotry?

...aaaand it's time to PARTY 'TIL YOU DIE!! \o/ \o/

unless you've done so already, i recommend grabbing a few beers, getting your friends together and watching trapped in the closet. that's what i'd do right now except that it's 4 am but man, just watching it by myself i am DYING from laughing so hard. dear god this shit is genius.

ahahaha omg our sauna!parties are so awesome! like last night when, at our arrival, our hostess announced that the ice has finally cleared the beach yaye!! i looked out to the water and saw that indeed there was an ice-free slice of open water about the shore and thought yeah right, as if i'm ever swimming in that.

obviously a couple of hours and a few more beers later i'm running into the water, butt-naked, screaming my head off like everyone else. and then i'm doing it again a few hours later when it's even less fucking warm out. the jacuzzi made up for it though. these people are so COOL.

neverthelessss i miss lahti folk so bad. the regulars and the peeps i haven't seen since i dunno, fucking christmas??. i'm just trying to work my way through this spring with some honour&dignity and finish with some good grades for a change so it might well be that i won't be there before mid-may or so. i still have at least basic latin III, east-germany and 20th century europe to do before this year's over with and done. not to mention there's still big parties to do. i mean, we're just getting started with MAY DAY celebrations! it's gonna get crazy.

and oh, oh! mum's so modern. she's getting plastic surgery! how awesome is that? she's getting her eyelids done. doesn't like the way they've started drooping, says it makes her look all old and tired. and she hates the way she can't get her make-up on properly. :D

KELA will even cover some of the cost since mister plastic surgeon says they do affect her field of vision so the whole thing's greenlit now. obviously it still isn't exactly cheap but it's good timing since they've been sitting on a pile of cash ever since the flat sold before christmas.

what the fuck? what the fuck?? when i went for a nap, it was SPRING outside. what is this shit??

next time i wake up it had better be fucking summer out there.

yeah. i ran out of words to describe my insomnia so i thought i'd show you instead. now, TO THE EXAM!

i'm gonna chip in with my theory that driving was the internets before there was an internets. come on, it's obvious - no face-to-face or physical contact, safe in a little metal room, free to do as you please. it's basically a moving basement. and suddenly everyone and their mum is a dickbitchasshole, intentionally or unintentionally. people really should just chill a bit before they get behind the wheel.

scratch alcohol/finland=OTP next week, i'm gonna go and do that one tomorrow. i didn't sleep last night, but i think i passed today's exam and if i study for this thing for just a few hours more, go to sleep then wake up early, i just might be able to string enough words together tomorrow morning to earn myself an exam-free week. \o/

still, latin on saturday. eek!