...an update.

Omg this thing is totally dead. And that's not my fault.

And actually it isn't my fault at all.

It's the Doctor's fault. Bloody man.

Okay. Tomorrow my summer holiday endds and I'm back to work - a thing I'm trying to cope right now with. Kind of pissed off 'cause of it. But what can you do.

Wednesday is the day the schools start. It's also the day I see the children again! I hope they missed me. I told them that I'm not coming back, but let's hope that when they see me walking through the yard they're actually happy.

And not angry or anything. Har.

NO ONE can be angry at me. I'm adorable.

Okay, what has happened?

I dunno. Apart from watching manically the Doctor, I've done pretty much nothing. Well, last weekend I was in Kuopio with my friends and we attented Kuopiorock 2009. It was quite nice, not having to ran around like an idiot because of the bands... Basically there was only metal bands and I don't listen to metal that much (or at all). But I saw the most of the bands and I don't think it was waste of money.

My summer job was funny, I wish I would have been there longer. Maybe next summer.

I dyed my hair pink/green blue. I look like a clown, but hey... maybe the kids like me more now?

My cat's pregnant again. She's like a balloon, bursting any time now.

And that thing with the album of the week... maybe I should update it. Whaddaya think?

Wanna hear a rant?

Here we go; I'm getting sick of my family more and more every day. And today's not an exception.

It's kind of funny - I know that I'm supposed to be all grown-up about this whole thing. But it's just so fucking hard, since people don't treat me like an adult.

My opinions are worthless, I've noticed. My mum says stuff to my face, but I hear her talking behind my back something entirely different. Literally talking behind my back. An hour ago I was in the loo and I heard her talking to her brother about me and about my STUPID opinions, saying things like 'She [meaning me] likes to think she has opinions', wtf. I do have opinions! She's the fucking opinionless one.

I'm very tolerant. But my family's full of probably the most untolerant people I've ever known. And that's why my family's driving me on the edge of immature behaviour.

mum: "I liked Queen, but when I heard that Mercury's gay, I stopped listening to them."

Nice one, mum. That's very mature.

Dad's even worse. He thinks he's so brilliant and funny with his gay-related jokes. He thinks that when I'm trying to defend the refugees and other foreigners I'm joking around. That I'm continuing his fucking jokes. Even when I'm screaming to his face to shut the hell up, he doesn't take me seriously.

I don't think none of them does.

And obviously my brothers inherited the racist attitude and left none of it for me. Oh how bitter I am.

Nah.

And I'm not acting maturely here, 'cause I'm just making the whole thing worse. I'm supporting EXTREMELY loudly anything different and when I see their faces turn into a grimace, I know that I've succeeded. Har har.

I'm such an adult.

Wanna trade families? Call...

PS. My mum's supposed to be at work by five, but she's still drinking in the living room with our relatives. She's so bloody drunk that she can't stand! I think her employer likes the fact that they have hired a fucking drunk.

PPS. My work starts at 7 a.m., but I haven't been able to sleep because of the noise. Nice way to start a summer job.

Been watching Doctor Who (2005) all night. It's a bloody addicting series. And David Tennant...

Well, actually the reason why I haven't got any sleep isn't the series. You got me. The REAL reason is my hyper active kitten, who obviously thinks that 2am is a good time to start running around my room after gnawing my ankles into mush - making me able to sleep ZERO hours tonight. Thank you very much.

So, because of my bloodthirsty cat I've been gawping different kinds of aliens for four hours now (technically that's three to five episodes, but we're not counting) and I'm feeling very much sleep deprivated.

Coffee isn't helping. It's just reminding me that I haven't slept.

I'm just ranting. Ignore me.

Anyhow. I tried to persuade my mom to let me cut her hair and dye it to brown. And the answer? "No." What does she mean by that? Hell, if I don't use the brown color soon, it's going to end up in my head. And I don't look that good with brown hair.

Maybe I'll dye my hair pink again. It'd be nice... Come to think of it, I've been blonde for the whole summer holiday now! Holy hell! I'm getting boring!

...I'm getting boring. A reality struck. I'm like an old lady with 25 cats and an awful hat.

And boring hair.

Poke me.

Last night my brother went fishing with his friend. When he came back, he told us that he had catched his biggest fish ever - one that weighted 68 kilos and was called Henri.

So, my brother's fishing hook got stuck on his friend's face. Thank god they had rowed to shore... There was someone's stag party and one of the men was a doctor - the boy got the hook off his face quite fast.

Random fact: My mum has a pillowcase which has SKULLS on it.

Um, Mössö (Pulp the cat) has a proper name also, for your information. He's the Emperor Lennon Moon a.k.a. Pulp (Mössö). It's like my other cat. Her real name is Luna Lulu Illusia von Lovecat, but we all call her Lupu (which it's basically Louie from Donald Duck).

Except for my dad. He calls all of our cats BASTARDS or SHITFACES. That's nice.

On the day before yesterday I watched a movie called The Fall. Lee Pace was so... convincing in his role. And the little girl! Oh my. It was so heartbreaking when she started crying at the end of the movie! I loved the whole thing with Charles Darwin in it. Everybody should see this one. Definately.

Have you seen a new Finnish horror movie called Skeleton Crew (out only on VSH/DVD)? No? GOOD. If you believe in horror films and like quality stuff, stay away from this one.

I myself watch almost any kind of horror movies and some of the flicks I LIKE haven't been that high-quality... but SC was just horrible. Bad script and awful acting. Not even Sarah Michelle Gellar could have made the movie any worse than it already was. And that's says a lot.

Let's continue.

My summer job starts on Thursday, I think. Kind of ready for that, since I've done nothing else than sat inside the house whole summer (and I'm not tanned, as you can imagine). But if you have no friends nor a place to hang out in, you stay home. Simple as that. Besides, I like spending time alone. That separates me from my peers.

I got my ticket to Kuopio RockCock 2009 yesterday. Gonna see Misfits, yay! Though it's not same without Danzig, but what can you do. I'm still excited!

Maybe I should make some tea to calm me down?

A superb idea.

I'm feeling rather nervous.

Dunno why.

I've been writing, so I haven't had the energy to write a journal on top of everything else.

But anyways! Felt like updating, so here I am.

Found a funny site, Flixster, where you can rate all the movies, actors and directors you like. In addition you can also make like a gallery of your favourite movie photos! It's entertaining.

...I got addicted.

There's also this super awesome never-ending quiz, in which you get like 10 points when answering correctly into one question. I kept playing it yesterday like a madman and I think I already have like ten thousand points...

Kinda lame, I know.

But what can you do? I don't have a life.

Or wait! I do have a life!

A lame one.

Har har. I'm hilarious.

Let's continue.

I think my old classmate is coming today (and today I mean Sunday) to get a kitten from us. I think she's getting Sylvi (or in English, Sylvie (and now you're thinking WTF)), 'cause she already has an older cat and I wasn't sure what would the spayed cat of hers say about a male kitten. So... she's most probably taking the Sylvi one.

Sylvi's a girl, if you didn't get that.

And then there's two to go, since one is going to stay with us.

I named him Mössö (roughly translated meaning Pulp, yes, that's what he looks like!) and he seriously thinks he's a parrot. He keeps climbing onto my shoulder! And once he's firmly in the crook of my neck, he falls asleep and stays there until I wake him up.

And how hard is it to write with a cat on your neck?!

Not that hard actually.

Maybe I'll post a picture of him later.