Good night!

Antoni Cepi, in Elisa di Rivombrosa. Performing a role of mysterious English captain Christian Grey. Couldn't find a picture with the pretty uniform... But found out he's actually Canadian, with italian parentage. First thought when he shoved hinself in camera was, that he looks more like Sicilian than English, he's so dark, oh god he's dark.........
The funniest thing about him is that when he looks surprised or smiles (or over acts) he looks exactly like, dare I say it, Russell Brand. That's a guy that really doesn't do it for me...



...What more can I say...

First week of museuming

Now I've been working for a week, (or 6 days). Every day I've messed something up, except today, scares to think what's happened there... At the moment my work is just to sit there and wait for people to come in, and say what it'll cost and what they can do there. I must say, boring as hell! I would rather have made profit account or what ever my senior was doing in her cave. I got no problem when there re people there, it's quite cool when they don't dismiss my authority and take me seriously. I can even use the card paying machine! But when the people are gone, I get absolute panic! Oh my god I can't do this, I have never been as bored as I am now! ou can't read, or listen to music, or do anything else because for me I think it is soo disrespectful for the clients- At least I don't like when somebody does it to me. It is little better when I'm alone, first of all, I am trusted with the keys and security and stuff, secondly I can hover aroung and sing and stuff. I only wish that after the lace week when I'm supposed to do the work with somebody else they will think me a better job. Because there's no work for two. And it's boring.



There seems to be some kind of festival friday today. Balconies full of people, loud beating cars... I just had wednesday and thursday off so it's hard to remember it's friday. And the rock festival RuisRock started today. My friends (younger) are talking in FB how they don't bother going there any more, because they have grown into adults and have abandoned drunken orgies in isolated islands. Well, forgime me but I'm too old to go there only when I've been there so many times it've gotten bored to it. I might be 26 but I'm soo not too old yet! I tried to win a ticket, but failed... Darned!

I don't have much more to write. I could do some crying about a mean girl who just walked by, but that's been done to death. Final remarks, I could feel better, but at present I'm feeling ok, with real work and my own hammock in the balcony. I think I'll try to get new colours to this blog. I think it's really cute as white, but I think I'm bored with it now.

Summering

It's such a long time since I've written, that's because I haven't had anything to write. Nothing much has happened... I've just been here and studied, went home for 3 days and did nothing... Midsummer went quite nicely, no parties in my neighbourhood so no depression about being alone. Everything's pretty much dot dot dot...

But something begins tomorrow. Work! I'm absolutely horrified. Not the main work, I hope I can manage museum keeping, but the lace week. I'll be working in Rauma, one of Unesco's world heritage site, in which every year there's lace week the last week of july. This year they have italian lace from italian town Offerto. I've understood, that there will be coming mayors or really high people to Rauma and I must speak italian, because they can't speak English. I can't speak italian!!! I've studied 3 years intensively and some independent courses and I can deal erasmus students, but how the hell can I translate conversations?! I'm not an interpretor! I've watched programme called Elisa di Rivombrosa all summer, and I understand that, but I'm really good at reading pictures. Scared, scared, scared... Luckily it's only 5 days, still 3 weeks time to practise...



But tomorrow work. The payment is fantastic 900€ a month before taxes, with 400 to rent and 370 to bus. Greeat. But at least I'll get work experience.
Tomorrow I'll see, what's it like. But now I go to Medieval market, which is here in Turku every year. There's usually always same stuff, for me a bit boring, but now I know there's a friend of mine there and maybe I can boast with my Italian trip, she applied as well and didn't get in! I can't pay money from the exhibitions of food and fancy jewellerys and swords, but at least sometimes one can see little plays and even your friends performing!

And some news of my love life. My sister has a friend who seems pretty awesome. He reads fantasy books from children's library, as do I! I've spied him in fb and dating site, and actually that's when I first got interested in him. There was a profile of a guy, who wanted a girl to have coffee, or tea, or chocolate milk with him. Chocolate!!! And only after that I heard that was the friend. He's quite nice looking, a bit boring like models usually are (he's not a model, but a law student). Aaanywhoo, my sister started to hint, that she had had discussions with her friends that I and some guy would be really good (or really annoying) together and that they would want to make us meet each other. She didn't say who she was talking, but, really it doesn't matter, I'm up to any guy and I so happy that people are talking about me, that I not entirely unpresentable. All in all, I've been waiting that meeting ever since, and it probably not even gonna happen, but I still wait for it. And that fucking Angelo from Elisa series... Lately I've had such a pleasant dreams!

Holiday thoughts

Just before bedtime I thought of telling how my strike went. Actually surprisingly well! It was quire easy to eat only a little chocolat per day (with help of chocolate milk...). And the no-masturbating thing was quite painless, with obvious help of no-romantics. Only one time, on Thurrsday I all but gave in, not happy. Totally my own fault.
This shows that I can do it again, and at least the chocolate thing will stay on.



Today I went to a hygieny exam to obtain so called hygieny passport so that I can work with food, for example as a waitress, which I hope to become. I think waitresses are very sexy with they white shirts and black short skirts... I'm quite humiliated to to get even an interview into a cleaning company, hopefully I can get a better job.



I really need money because I'm going to ROMEEE! I got my acceptance letter from Villa Lante and it's official, at least at this point, to Italy I go for 4 weeks in autumn! There's one special place I want to go, Cimitero degli Iglesi, the Protestant cemetery with the graves of Percy Bysshe Shelley and John Keats. I've tried to read their poems, but I'm just not a poetrical person. But that doesn't mean I don't want to be. And even if one can't do it, one can still have poetrical soul, right? I refuse to believe I'm a rationalist and scienticical person just because poems are boring. I think the key is for somebody to read them to me. Shakespeare's plays are wonderful, but bloody awful when you try to read them in your room.

VADO A ROMA!!!

Today, just before 8pm I thought to myself I'd best to shut the computer for a change to cool down. But before I should check my fb. And, maybe I'll check my email as well, all though all the offices have closed at 3-4 and no one'll write to me on email. But, why not.

WHY NOT INDEED! There was lost of emails, impotence and so on, but in the middle there was two letters from the same person, and they said The Course on Classical Antiquity! Already by then I started to suspect the good news. I and there it was, my name last on a list of accepted students to the course in Rome! The second letter said, Congratulations, you have been accepted...!!!



Just today I was in despair about my wasted life, I applied to a cleaning firm and I wasn't even invited to an interview (I didn't know you needed to be a notary to be a cleaner). I was chosen, and I wasn't even lying on my application! Now I have july and august in Rauma doing work of my education (museum assistant) and september in Rome! That's going to ruin my international tutoring this year, but I won't complain!
I wen't roung the flat in a semi-squating jump steps for a while, and then I called my mom and sister.



Only problem in this is the money. And I'll miss all the classes in september, also the historical gardening class, which would've been fun. But I have a good reason to translate that 4th book of Aeneid that's missing from my degree. And I can go to Italy! Then I've been in six capitals of the world, London for England, Edinbourgh for Scotland, St Andrews for Fife, Paris for France and Barcelona for Cataluña! I'll be happy.
And even more, I bought a while ago a travel guide to Rome, now I can use it!

First I was jumping from happiness, then I started to laugh evil laughter to all of those wankers in classical philology department. They kicked me out by spreating evil rumors about me, and none of them was even accepted! I have been found unwanting!
I will join the ranks of elite group. Only selected few have been allowed to enter the walls of Finnish Rome / Athens Cultural Institute (not true, my whole class went to Rome when I was in Scotland). But they weren't chosen! Best of all, that fucking insect who drove me out of the department has applied many times and always rejected. She also applied many times to museology studies, was rejected and stop talking when I was chosen on my first try. Now it's going little too negative, forget that last bit.

And by the way, my strike is going surprisingly well, apart from this bloated tummy. Where the hell did she come from?

Lysistrate, that is perseverance of mind

This habit of mine, crying in every occasion when something happy happens in a book/film, is really getting out of hands. That's why I desided to start a strike or a fast against all romantic, erotic and so on literature and films and especially thought. It's going to be really tough even if it's only one week. I was dying on Easter when I had to be 4 days without masturbating, and even tougher a week ago, when we figured out that the ice hockey team of which country's music I listened always won. Fucking Basshunter kept going on in my head all weekend... It's easier to not actually do something, but with music on one's head you have to actually stop your thoughts! Horrible... But I did it! I listened Finnish music for 3 days and we won!!!


Here's the book that inspired my stike. Tapestry of Fionavar, IloveitIloveitIloveit!

So it's going to be hard week for me. After I made the decision, I tried to think something else to think. What do people think? Gosh, they have to think something, it's not possible for all the world to think sex 24/7... I hope my fasting will help me in two ways. Maybe I learn not to connect every male into a possible lover, and maybe my stopping to be desperate will bring them to me! Anyway it'll help me not to get so upset not to have a boyfriend and spoil every happy moment with thinkig how much better it could be.


No more this for me; He Knew He Was Right will stay on shelf until Sunday...

Another problem. When I was walking I started to think what does my fast contain. Only movies and books, or also thoughts? And only erotic/romantic movies or all from which I have out of place thoughts? What about music which makes me euphoric? Basically do I deny everything that makes me feel good? Well, I looked at my tummy and decided to add to the list NO CHOCOLATE for one week, except one bar to last for one week (cold turkey doesn't work for me). And jogging so long until my feet give up, it feels good and I don't have energy to think rude thoughts.

Will be nice first holiday (unemployment) week!

The Great Shame

I was thinking, which one was better, Ice Hockey Championship 1995 or 2011... But now, thanks to the people of Finland, it is quite clear; 1995. For what has happened in Finland, and unfortunatelly also in Sweden, is a shame for the whole country. It is understantable to celebrate, and hard, because we don't usually win anything. But I don't know why, maybe it's because the right wing anti-foreigner party won the elections a month ago or the new generation (oh I feel old) is just missing a few brain cells. I wanted to go to streets at night and yell victory and how happy I am, but the celebration should be positive. However, it seems that Finns have been going around beating foreigners and Finnish-Swedish, who are Finnish (Swedish is with Finnish our official language). What is worse, it seems that some Finns went over the border to Sweden and started beating people and driving them over with cars and burning Swedish flags! I've been taught that a flag is sacred, and I just can't understand that kind of hatred. Come on, it was just ice hockey! I totally understand the Swedish who now swear they will come here next year to burn our flags. Luckily some people made an appeal to the hockey team to speak against racism and they spoke.


Picture in Swedish newspaper before the game...

There has always been a bit of a fight between Finland and Sweden. For me it has been like between sisters (or brothers). Like we argue and want to be better, but in the end it's better for Sweden to win if we can't. But, the sport matches between us two are always many times more agressive than against anyone else. For me I've thought it as funny thing, until now... You see above a picture in Swedish newspaper about their opinion of Finnish team before Sunday night, and below a picture on Monday. In Swedish newspapers they agree that losing to Finland is worse than losing to anyone else. The same thing happened in 1995, when we were in Stockholm Sweden, before their home audience, and they lost to us. We even stole their team song, sang by Swedish ice hockey team. That was the first swedish song I could sing... On the other hand, we have lost to Sweden soo many times... according to Wikipedia in finals 2 times. Next year the games are divided between Helsinki Finland and Stockholm, so it seems our nation has caused us a war in 2012. Thank you!


...and after.

Another thing which has been criticised has been the state of the players. They were so drunk they couldn't stand! I actually understand it, they are young men, but honestly speaking not very good role models for young kids, who are told to look up athletes for their healthy lifestyle...Actually the head of Finnish Ice Hockey was given a lecture from minister of sport! It was sooo amaizing to win the championship, and that's why it's sooo awful to say that we shouldn't have won. Unfortunate amount of people share this opinion. We Finns are famous of our bad self esteem and humbleness, but it seems that when we finally are better than anyone else, it's not pretty. We are not good winners (any more).


Celebration, Finnish style; pathetic