4 posts tagged “stress”

'lo peeps.

Back in my original hometown for one (1) day. I'm sorry I haven't called any of you, my darling friends who I sincerely miss, but I kinda have a lot on my plate. I'm gonna meet the florist (for suggestions on how the weddin-bouquet should look like, plz feel free to comment), pick up a few things, get a mani, go get an appointment to have a test-drive on the face-painting and the hair-doing etc etc. But after that, things are gonna be pretty much settled. After all the guests confimr that they will/won't attend, the seating arrangement is done, the chocolate-cake (yes. Cho-calorie-ocolate!) is ordered and blah blah with the blah blah is finished.

So!

I thought I'd share the details. For those of you worried about the dress: fear no more.

I will be wearing a pink miniskirt. He will be wearing a bow-tie and lots of baby-oil to show off his tattoos so that even the guests in the back row can see them.

We will be walkin down the aisle to the Star Wars theme, and back again to Holy Diver. The first dance at the reception (aka the wedding walz) will be I Wanna Sex You Up.

Unless anything spectacular comes up in suggestions, my bouquet will be made of poison ivy. Tough luck catching that one, huh?

Due to multiple eating handicaps food allergies guests are asked to bring their own lunch.

No alcohol will be served since we are both absolutists. People who try to smuggle in booze will be shot. In the face. With a nailgun.

Decorations will be in pink lace, and the band consists of all my cousins' children, ages between 3-5. We wanna support the arts, you know.

Dancing is prohibited because shakin' yer moneymaker is a sure way to reserve a spot in hell.

Welcome!

"How am I supposed to know how you're doing if you don't blog?!"

"Um... you could call me?"

"But that's not nearly as fun!"

So, due to something I never thought was possible; popular demand, I'll try to take a little time-out from my days. To blog. I would've  taken any excuse to get a chance to relieve my voxaholism, but that one was actually..hm. You know. I didn't have to make it up!

So, what's up?

I've noticed, as they say, that one can not live on love alone.
On coffee, one can. I swear to god, I've been drinking so much coffee lately I've started to pee espresso. I've spent more hours on the train than I have done sleeping, but it's all good, because I've noticed I can just subtract the sleep and add the coffee! And strikes bring good things, because I've always been able to perform my best while under pressure. In the last week, I've become a lean, mean, academic machine. I've written on the train, I've forced sami to copy my papers for me while I'm at my day-job, and I'm dragging my laptop around looking awfully matter-of-fact. But really, I've done a lot. One, typical day this past week included me waking up at 4.45, catching the train to Turku (writing on the train), studying german for a few hours, then taking the train back (writing again. Oh yeah), getting here at 13 working to 20, going home and pretending to study german or writing something.

And oh yeah, add lots of coffee into selected gaps of the day. Lots of gaps. Most gaps.

So you probably understand my thought of spending the rest of my spare-time with Sami. It's been working out quite well. He's been my maintenance unit. He's made food, cleaned up, done the washing and bought us a new bed ad done all the assembly-work. While I was at work. They just don't get closer to being knights in shining armor than that.

Santa Claus saw all that.
And vox, I know it's only been a week, but I missed you. And I noticed my brother has a really fun way of writing. Might be it's all sisterly love but I find his life wildly entertaining. It's almost as interesting as this action-drama that is mine.

I finally got a mail. I knew he'd be climbing Cotopaxi (yes, Cotopaxi, take a guess) during his first one-week-holiday form work at Paradise, but thank God for the mail. You see, Sami doesn't have the strongest of self-preservation instincts...

So I finally got a mail, and now I can breathe again. He told me they had a few near-death-experiences he's explain later, but I really don't want to know. Honey, if you're reading this, I'm serious, I don't EVER wanna know. You know I get hysterical, so please save me the experience.

But still. It was like a warm hug.I knew he'd be out of computer-reach for a week, but I still checked my mail every day, just to end up with nothing. Missing someone really makes you pathetic, doesn't it?

On the other hand I've had lots of time to occupy myself. So far I've come up with one of our friends being a drug addict. Just hear me out. He's been acting really weird for the last half year or so. First, he lost his pass to the military area, then he passed out on the train station just to get mugged. Only his cash-withdrawal card and mobile phone were not stolen. Now I don't know about you guys but if I was a thief, and found someone passed out at the central railway station, I would take a lot more than his keys. And had I taken his credit card, as in this case the supposed scenario was, I would use it for all it's worth at least during that night. But no. And now he claims he's had a water accident (by his upstairs neighbors) in his flat in Turku, which has lead to his computer and tv set being destroyed. However, when I asked him, he wasn't gonna file it to his insurance, claiming he "couldn't be bothered with an old computer and tv". Now, I might be ever the cynic, and I have only worked at pharmacies during the last half decade, but come-the-fuck-on! He might not be spiking it up his sleave, but I know a junkie when I see one. Change of behaviour, mysterious disappearances of stuff he doesn't care about, and I dare claim the keys he got mugged for (for the fucking defence of this goddamn country) may be worth something for some people. Not even mentioning his pass to the military areas he claims to have lost earlier this year. Just to get you all up to date with why I suspect drugs: He busted his foot about half a year ago, and they gave him shitloads of morphine for the pain. He even confessed to not answering his phone in three days just because he was so out of t because of a little too much morphine. Then he goes to Ecuador to work for a few months. The first thing he mentions about his stay is that drugs are easier to get a hold of than beer in that country. And then he starts acting all weird. Apart from all this.he's decided that this thing with personal hygiene and washing up doesn't concern him all that much. Cuz' apparently shit don't stick!

Why do I bother? First of all, he is my friend. Second, I'm so sure of my case (I'm posting it on the web, aren't I? And yes Mom, you got it all together before  did. I should've listened), and he is a co-worker of Sami's. These guys are jumping out of airplanes together, diving really deep and doing all kinds of hazardous things together. I just don't ever want to wake up tot he fact that something happened to Sami, or any of those boys for that matter, because of the fact that one of them was too spaced out of it to act. I just hope his addiction doesn't escalate, and if it does, I hope he isn't working anymore.

Anyhow, I'm still glad Sami mailed me, but I still miss him a lot. The week hasn't been a good one either way you put it: the car is broke again (something is dripping from somewhere), I lost the theme for my thesis, twice(!) (you guys at The Firm suck big time), and the daughter of a dear friend and a former co-worker of mine died.

I hope you had a better one.
Lots of luv.

What better way to spend a lovely friday, the last day of this summer's work, than moving. We had moveed all of our stuff from Sami's place during the week, and on friday we hit my place in Turku. We arrived at my flat at about 7-ish in the evening, and we were back to our new flat at about 1 in the morning. So we decided to carry all the stuff from the van the next morning. This was just the beginning. It's been a grueling 3 days of carrying, worrying, cursing and hurrying. We are both under a lot of pressure since we are leaving for Thailand on tuesday, and we should have everything done by then. After we get back from the trip we only have a few days until Sami leaves for Paradise, so therefore all the Manly Work has to be done by then. Otherwise I'm gonna have to seriously brush up on my flirting skills on the neighbours...

The flat is lovely. I love it to pieces, I really do. The garden is heaven even though no-one's taken care of it for about a year or so. Still, I can't wait to sit on a thai beach with a bundle of drinks so strong they melt the tiny umbrella in them. This vacation is a very anticipated one, but it has been difficult because we booked the trip over half a year ago, and by then we didn't know we were gonna have to move just days before it. I've always had the luxury of moving bit by bit before this time. This weekend, it's been touch and go with everything. Both of our nerves are really wrecked, and who better to snap at than the person right next to you. I'm sorry love, but you've been a real pain in the ass too. We've both been real princesses the last three days, but we've accomplished a lot too. And it's nice to know that even when all the nerves in one single human body are wound so tight they'd easily win over any Stradivarius, you can still approach and hug. Just make sure you have an ice-cold beer in your other hand. We've been using lots of those. Thank god for Juhani and Tapsa. They've really been bearded, hairy, beer-loving angels. And they've probably prevented a lot of murder-suicides during this weekend just by being The Sound Of Reason.

The blogging might not be so frequent for the next month or so, due to both our trip and his. My lectures are also starting again, I really can't wait to see everyone again! The sucky part is that I'll have a lot less money to spend, but then again, this is a really wonderful stage of life. Apart from the stress of moving, the stress of being apart for a few months and the fact that I will have to travel back and forth every week, I feel really content. I feel like I belong. And it's Wonderful.

And a late, but filled with love CONGRATULATION to Rubberduck