My childhood educator

A few days ago I desided to make a new desktop picture, for I've had the present for 2-3 weeks, and it's not made by me! So I wrote to google "period drama", and started to look at the pictures. When this one popped up, ( I don't remember which one of these)















the first thought in my mind was 'Oh my God it's me!'. That was really weird, for I don't look at all like her. But that was my initial reaction.

I've been thinking about my inability to be with people, you know, thinking that people come to me, and the worse I behave the more others like me. I mean Gilbert came back to Anne. Why don't my boys come back to me after I've asked them to disappear?
What I think is the reason is, that maybe my mom made a mistake to introduce me with this kind of literature. Of course the alternative would've been forest work with my gloomy dad, but at least he's a real person, not an invented caracter from a hundred years old Scottish children's book. Apparently my alter ego Anne of Green Gables has taken over even my perseption of my body. No wonder I all but throw up when in the mirror there's a person with fat face, achne, deep setted small pig eyes and the most bushiest of eye brows. There, that's who I am. Or am I, if I don't feel like it?

In the end, God did Anne have a wonderful life?! I mean look at it!

Hurricane Katia's prisonnier

I'm booored. No, I'm just sort of flowing. I haven't written in a long time. Frist reason was that at work, week before end, happenesd the worst accident, my greatest nightmare, and not to me, I was just there, it was pure accident, awful, awful... I'll never go there again. It was so horrible I couldn't write.

Then school started, and in 10 days I'll be going to Italy. Busy, busy... And once more, my friend stood me up. Luckily the new exchange student from Croatia seems nice. So I'm not as depressed as last year. I mean she hasn't gone out with me, but at least she wanted, before it started raining...
And the Italy, I really yelled to my mother today, and the week before, and before, because I'm really stressed. It messes out everything! We have one holiday week, and it's the week after I come back, so no help. And my computer is shit as always, today I finally ordered a shitty new one, I hope my logic of waiting worse, result better is still on...

And final breaking point was when they reminded today, remember to take your ISIC cards with almoust a smily face at the end. FUCK OFF! You order us to go to museums, it sure is your job to get us discounts. Why the fuck couldn't they've told that like 2 weeks before?... Cunts. So, it's not even a big problem, I've never needed it, but for some reason I went completely crazy. Like my whole life broke down because I don't have international student card. Oh my god, wow!



Now I'm supposed to write a letter in French. I was listening to Jacques Dutroc's Les Playboys and wrote a letter in that sense, but now I have a hard time to sent it to my teacher... God I'm an idiot.

Yesterday we went, my and my sister, to watch Midnight in Paris. It almoust didn't happen, we had again a fight about sematics, entertaining for the bookstore audience. But I had waited it for 5 hours and she ovbiously wanted to see something so we went. Oh my wet knickers! I fell in love with the trailer but it tells you nothing of the movie. The movie was straight from my heart, (except the dating of Pari's Golden Age...). It was full of cliché, but so fucking what? And the whole theatre almost shared my view, it was brilliant, Adrian Brody is a vision!
Go see it if you love Paris, go see it if you just want to see something, go see it even if you hate Woody Allen, like I do, but like Vicky Christine Barcelona, which was also amaizing. Only thing bad about it was the once more american view and american accent, but luckily it was so full of surprises that I forgot it. And of course the Golden age is Belle Époque, thank you.



Now I'm listening Angel in the Night on repeat, thank you and good night, except pictures I have to add here...

Permanent smile

Now I feel really not happy but intoxicated. For today I went to town quite far away; had to wake up at 5.30 am; because I had a job interview. Well, got there and it wasn't an interview. First thing they asked was how long do I want to work there?!!! So I finally have a job!!! At last! So if you happen to visit Rauma museum and the italian lace exhibition, I'll be there Bat news, they only took me bot an interpretew for the italians... Now I have to learn italian. But work!!! Main thing is july and august, but if they find money, they give me 2 extra months. Not well for the money, the buss fares will be 400€ a month, so I should find another appartment. Which is a shame for I've only lived here for one month. Hopefully the pay is high. For you who don't know, like I, again I played tourist and took photos from everywhere, Rauma is UNESCO world heritage site for its well preserved wooden old town, and it was really pretty.



The reason why I'm laughing aloud still is that I watched a movie Count de Monte Cristo, the new 2002 version (OMG that's 9 years ago, god I'm old!). And it was fab! Well of course not as nice than Gerald Depardieu's version, this one ended quite suddenly... But the plot's not important but the casting. I got it because of Guy Pearce, when I saw that there was Jim Caviezel I was ecstatic, but when I saw a young boy strangely familiar, my pulse got higher... and higher... and then I checked it from imdb. HENRY CAVILL! Now he's really manly and handsome, really nice, but as a baby he was so cute! I saw him as a kiddie in I capture teh castle and even then I was like, wth, he's so cute!!! I like him now much better, now he's perfect, but it's just so funny that he was so cute! But he really growed up fast. He's only 2 years older than I, so maybe that's the reason...

newsflashnewsflash!!

I just found out that Rachel MacAdams is the girl from Mean Girls, which means that she wasn't the one I hate. I'm sorry! No wonder notebook, and in fact Sherlock Holmes, weren't such annoying films... Like my father likes to tell me, from a stupid head the whole body suffers. But who was it that I hate with the same reasons?...

recent movies for me

Sunday, that blessed resting day! What resting day? I've so much to do for next week, I had to deside to study some french today. Only it's past 8 pm already and I haven't begun!Sundays are always really strange for me, I never get much done, that is in the movie scheme. I mean today I had lots of movies to watch, but only got through 2! First I woke up 11:ish, showered, and started to watch Notebook, then made lunch, and wached Superbad, and spoke with my sister and mother on the phone and then it was 6 already! WTF?!!!

Some notes on the movies. I've understood that Notebook is really famous movie, they've even made a verd out of it in One tree hill. For me, well, the ending was lovely and Ryan Gosling is a-ma-zing (especially with the beard, quite a change of mind to my 15 year old self), but really for me the story was about the old couple and Ryan and Rachel MacAdams (whom I don't like, don't know why, mayde because she's quite ordinary with a dimple, quite like me but famous) were just some extras. I gotta be honest, I was waiting a little more passion and twists, maybe I have to watch it again. Anyway, I was watching and thought oh they must have started dating after the movie, Ryan was so gorgeous, and wikipedia told me that they did!



The other movie, Superbad, was supercute! The polices were fantastic! And the movie wasn't violent or disgusting like usual american comedies, can't think any example except Home Alone, and Not another teen movie (which is quite funny). Nobody got hurt, they got girlfriends or smth, and the movie was about the friendship of two guys, so cute! And I saw quite many Knocked Up actors in it, which was hilarious. Knocked Up wasn't such a good film, it was waaayyy too long.


One guy to check up I saw in Midsomer Murders. The man is mark Umbers whom I've seen in Good Woman, (which is a fantastic movie with Stephen Campbell Moore too) and in Mistresses and in some others. Only problem with him is that he's most handsome with serious face, and I hate people who don't smile! Really, it would be awful to have to make my husbant really angry in order to feel attracted to him...



Mark is better looking but 12 years older than me, whereas Ryan's only 5 years older... I'm allowed to think like this because I oppose the common thought that goodlooking people should date only each other and ugly people their own kind. One on my very good friends told me to lower my expectations, because there are less cute boys who like girls like me than ordinary ones. I'm sorry, but there has been cute boys liking me, besides people turn handsome if you like them. So fuck off!

A sort of a movie review

What a lovely day was last Friday! It was expected to be at least relieving for then was the second last exam this year, except for the summer exams of course. On Friday finally would year's hardship of trying to study, but always failing, end! My stupid bike broke leaving my leg and hip bruised and I had to walk. Any way, in the exam, which was general exam for all general and cultural history students, I saw even 4 friends! Usually there's no one I know. But now I was happy, they all said hi. But then, when it was supposed to be quiet, a friend came to me and asked whether I wanted to come to movies with her. And, of course I said YES!!! And then the exam started. And after the exam she actually waited for me an hour when I finished my exam (actually I thought she could wait and I hurried up, I usually do full 3 hours, now only 2,5...). And then we decided to go to movies then, she had free tickets. But the way she asked me, I had practiced it so many times in my head; if somebody, who you like, ever propose you, just say yes.

We went to see the new Robin Hood by Ridley Scott. First I wondered what new can it bring. But I think the new approach, mixing the relationships and good/bad roles was quite nice. I liked prince John especially. He was so boyish! "My first fight! I go first!" And I liked the scenes in France. Yesterday I watched Braveheart and my deduction was correct. In the movies made in 21st century the arrows are probably much more realistic than before. They used to be just sticks but now (maybe because sound effects) they really sound lethal.
Feelings were pretty positive on Friday, but now I'm not impressed much. It was okay film, but there are many annoying stuff. My friend was annoyed about the wrongly dated dresses and I about music coming out of instruments when fingers didn't touch. but mostly I felt annoyed about casting. Before I went to imdb I wouldn't have guessed Ridley Scott was English. There was maybe one English guy, Welsh had red hair and what was a Scot doing in English army? For me the best Robin Hood ever is the one with Uma Thurman as Marian. I thought it was really pretty film, of course this new one was similarly realistic, with dirty faces.



Up, an official poster. When you look it quickly, doesn't it look like he's speaking into a walkie-talkie?

What I started to think, when watching the movie, was that it seems that former British colonies have overrun mother country in filming national heroes. I was thinking of Russell Crowe and Kevin Costner as Robins, Mel Gibson as William Wallace, Kate Blanchett as Elisabeth, and so on. It's like Gary Elwes said in men in tights: "And why should the people listen to you? Because, unlike some other Robin Hoods, I can speak with an English accent." But of course I souldn't complain, every time some Finnish acotr gets into foreing programme or movie, he/she acts Swedish or Russian... Maybe I should learn more openness. I've just read history philosophy and even before I knew that everything is relative. The English Robin Hood tv-series has actors speaking nto Oxford English, very realistic, I doubt poor people spoke good English in the middle ages. But who's to say they spoke modern English at all? New English people spoke probably more British English than modern American, but one doesn't think it often. Actually it's quite funny in Finland to think how natural it sounds when watching Jane Austen films, but in historical films of Finland people sound really awkward. But on the other hand, higher classes coundn't speak Finnish until about hundred years ago, so if they spoke Finnish then it was bound to sound weird. Yes, it's really awful, I'm so old and still I have so much to learn. I need a mentor!!!

Amhrán na BhFiann

This night became, by an accident (like everything funny) an Ireland night! I have no idea why I wished to search from my favourite webside a American/Irish movie MatchMaker, which is really cliché, but ah so lovely! I laughed inapprovingly loud and often considering I was supposed to read for an exam... But maybe it would have remained unwatched, if it hadn't had a significant male lead. I watched very closely, lots of times, of David O'Hara, but he's just not that good-a-looking guy. Still, if he would smile and say hi at me, I would drop my clothes instantly. Guess it's that crooked smile and Irish accent (although he's Glaswegian). I have to say, I stopped watching the District after first season, because they blasted him off. EF U!



And the femail lead was Janeane Garofalo, small lady. I am a small lady, therefore ofcourse I liked the movie! Actually I watch most of tv-programmes only because I fancy one of the men. Quite sad... or like my mom dared to say to me, you only talk about the thing you want (sounds better in Finnish).

And Irish theme continued with Intermission and Cillian Murphy. This movie had quite lot of Scottish actresses, maybe it's easy for them to change accent?... What I like about this movie is that Cillian behaves exactly like Finnish guys would. Girlfriend wants him to say I love you, and he chooses to break up with her, because he's too scared. So sweet! Oh and in the previous movie Sean and his brother had fights all the time which is lovely. If men have an argument, they wrestle a little and it's ok. When women hane an argument they start to spread rumours behind the other's back. No companionship, no relieving of steam, only hatred that grows and grows...


What else about Ireland? Oh yes, I almoust had an Irishman once, I said no because I thought it would've been embarassing and slutty in the first night. Here's the life lesson for all: If you want something, and it is offered to you, DON'T SAY NO. No matter if you have work or exam tomorrow, or if a date is sittin opposide or your mom, or you think tomorrow's an other day, I still have time. NO YOU DON'T! This is the last time ever you can do this thing, so take your change, you don't have to be even brave, just go even with white nose. That regret will be thousands times smaller than the regret you feel years from now when the second change hasn't come along. Horatius said 2000 years ago, Seize the day, Carpe Diem, because tomorrow you will be dead.


And here's a last look of Irishmen. Not actually Irish but something like that. I prefere the young Indiana Jones on the right, Sean Patrick Flanery. Ay, gonna have sweet dreams!