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Last week I had a special little visitor. She brought me Turkish coffee and bought me about 1,000 caramel macchiatos from Starbucks, and in turn, I let her sleep on my king size Aero Bed and touch my left boob.
(It was a fair deal. Both are soft and lovely.)
The special guest would be a certain Secret Agent's BFF4L, Nadia, and all I can say is that I love her to infinity. Nadia is a fancy schmancy Anthropologist and is about 1000x smarter than I am - but I am proud to say that she is not above fart jokes, and forgave Iain when he pushed her down a flight of stairs. (Just kidding! She fell! And it wasn't a flight! It was like 4! Really, our house is safe, come visit!)
Anyway, she was in London because Very Important People wanted to meet with her about Very Important Things and I was thrilled because not only would someone FINALLY be coming to stay with us, but I would have a friend to play with for three whole days.
We giggled and swapped sex secrets and learned all about 3-ways (according to Company Magazine). We drank copious amounts of coffee and oooooo-ed and aahhhhhhh-ed over random light installations in London, and the stencil art on Leake Street that's still up from the Cans Festival.
All in all, it was a kick ass three days and I am very thankful that I had another American to be loud and crass with in small, quiet, British public places.
This summer I have already caused three road kills...it makes me so sad, even though I don't need to blame myself, but still...it's never nice to hit an animal with your car. When I went to driving school my instructor told me that one should never dodge anything that is smaller than a dog, and I have followed that advice. According to my driving instructor one might cause more damage by dodging a small animal, than by simply hit it with your car...suppose that's true, as you might drive in a ditch if you dodge a squirrel.
Well, any way here are the three road kills I've caused so far this summer...
- A bird flew straight in my windshield and died (so practically there was nothing I could have done to avoid it...)
- Drove over a tiny bird, which didn't manage to fly away as the other birds that where sitting on the road...(I did slow down, but not enough I guess...)
- I hit a Raccoon Dog with the back tyre of my car...I noticed the raccoon dog playing at the roadside and slowed down. When I slowed down the raccoon dog started running towards the middle of the road an suddenly stopped when I was about at the same spot as it, so I thought everything was fine (thought that the raccoon dog was standing by the car) and hit the gas. Just half a second later I noticed a bump hitting the back tyre...and as I had a look in the rear-view window I saw a dead raccoon dog laying in the street...Tears fell from my eyes as I really didn't want to hit that cute looking raccoon dog...but what can one do, animals minds work in mysterious ways.
I've been feeling so sad since these incidents...and they've all happened within 10 days.
My sympathies go out to all the animals in the woods of Janakkala who have lost a friend or more during these 10 days I've hit animals with my car. You do not know how sorry I am, and I ensure you that I did everything in my power not to hit these poor little creatures.
Since my moving out has lately been gaining about as much momentum as a snowball going downhill ( which you realize, unfortunately too late, is coming straight at you), I've been busy not only trying to come up with a somewhat livable layout for the flat, but also, not intending to be beat by my sister's (soon to be inferior) mural, with the upcoming mural(-s) for the walls of the flat.
Luckily, legality isn't an issue, since it's more or less OK to do this kind of stuff, but there are of course a few problems:
- First of all, since the primary wall I'm intending to paint is 2,50m x5,00m, I'm pretty sure artistic megalomania will hit pretty quickly once I start making the actual stencil. Small things just won't do.
- Secondly, while I DO have quite a few ideas sketched out already ( and safely stowed away, mind you), most of what I actually draw nowadays is limited to A5-bits of paper next to the computer with a ball-point pen. In itself, tiny drawings aren't the problem, since blowing them up is one of the lesser problems in life, but their actual lifespan is the root of the problem - daddy having a habit of throwing most of them away before I get the chance to scavenge them for further planning. The fact that he crumples them up isn't exactly helping ( nor encouraging) either.
Luckily, the stencil in itself, as well as painting it, is a few days task, at best, so once I'v actually nurtured my roughs and sketches into something more production-friendly, it shouldn't be very long 'til it's up there.
Of course, actually living in the flat will speed things up even more. But for now it's back to the drawing board.
I'm not here to make friends! Mmmkay?
I'm here to win! This is a game, yo!
I'm not here for you; I'm here for Flav / Brad / Tila Tequila!
*Things I would say if I were on a Reality TV Show.
I have never won anything in any kind of competitions. With competitions I don't mean any kind of sports competitions or what so ever, but competitions where you give your own opinion on something and then like in a lottery might have the chance to win something.
This summer I have participated in a Finnish radio channel's (The Voice) competition where you can win tickets to a rock festival. The only thing one had to do, was to pick the rock festival to which you wanted to win tickets to and send your contact details via the website. There where several rock festivals (only the ones in Finland), which you could choose from. I chose Wanaja Festival, as it is near by my parents place, where I'm living at the moment.
Just after 11 am this morning my phone ringed. It was an unknown number for me so I answered with my whole name. And the lady at the other end said: "Hi Annika, it's Satu Järvinen from radio Voice. How's it going?" I froze at the very moment, and I can't even remember everything the lovely lady asked me, but one thing I do remember (and it's the most important part): I won tickets to the Wanaja Festival! :D
Wanaja Festival is arragened in Hämeenlinna on the 19th to 20th July, so in one weeks time. It will be so much fun, and I don't have to sleep in a tent as I live near by :D
The best thing is that I have never ever before attended a rock festival. So this will be my very first time.