So, on the way home on the bus:

1. Guy enters and sits down.

2. Pops his bubblegum.

3. Woman suddenly starts raging,  yelling and insulting the guy. See above.

4. Guy ignores woman. (Which I think was completely right.)

5. Woman stops.

6. The bus stops.

7. Woman tries gets out, bus driver accidentally closes the doors too soon. (I think she deserved it.)

8. Woman yells and rages some more before leaving.

I have never, ever seen an event like this from so close. And the insults, seriously…

She just randomly started picking on a stranger. I wonder if she really had everything at home up there.

Mom said it might’ve been Tourette’s or something, but I think she should have apologised to the guy at least before leaving.

Please, people raging in buses on random people, take your anger elsewhere. That wasn’t fun at all.

I was walking home from the bus stop, and well… this happened.  Some boys were playing something with their pants down.

Kids’ games these days…

They were doing this before I even appeared at the scene, so no, I don’t think I was meant to see that. x’D

Oh kids, you so random.

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I also overheard a conversation on the bus today.

Girl: I was asking my friend for that title of that one song and if he could tell me what it was and he said “No” so I started to write that down to remember it and then he was like, what, are you blond?

I found that so strangely amusing.

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Oh, and we continued watching “Super Size Me” at school, which contained a part with Sodexo and how they fed their students with fast food during lunch. Funny thing was… Sodexo owns the building I go to school to and they feed us to boot. I found that so ironic to be shown at our school.

That is all, hopefully I managed to cut down on the ranting a whole lot.

The school is nice… except for the four sets of stairs you have to take to get up to your own classroom. And for the fact that not much is functional. They promised us our own computers and card (which are needed everywhere in the building, when going to eat, entering a room) but they haven’t turned up yet. Why couldn’t they prepare for that? Our classroom doesn’t even have a clock yet. And then we have to wait horrendous amounts of time waiting to get a movie to show up on a screen. This is the school of the future? I think not. But it is a lot better than the old one. But the exterior… it looks even worse. There’s plates of some metal everywhere in random patterns and they’ve all rusted. Either they wanted that look or they made the wrong choice when picking which metal to use.

Also, one thing I was very deeply disappointed in was that all the meals for today weren’t gluten free. So, practically I just ate corn. (There was no pesto. I would have liked to try that.)

The reason for my disappointment isn’t the fact that there weren’t any meals that day. It’s the fact that one of the workers said that they’d have at least one meal gluten free every day. Well, that day there was salmon, but I don’t like fish, and she said it was probably fine for me to take some of the potatoes. Which looked like they had a lot of spices and what not on them, making me unsure of what had been used on them == making me insecure about even tasting them. I just took salad.

Next day I asked if they had anything gluten free, and the worker there said that it said on the papers on the entrance. There are always three meals every day, but there was two papers there and both meals had gluten in them. The gluten free dish was placed elsewhere with it’s paper, but it was some noodle-bean-hybrid. It looked disgusting… I took salad once again.

Three days of eating just salad and corn at school has made me very, very grumpy. I have myself to blame for not liking certain foods, but today just took the cake.

There were three papers as usual, 2 at one place and one at another. I checked all of them, gluten, gluten, gluten. The other one, which said goulash had the cross really crossed out, filling out the whole box. Usually they contain crosses if they contain lactose etc. but was this supposed to be a correction? I didn’t bother asking, as they’d surely return with “oh, sorry, there isn’t anything gluten free, too bad, lolol”. I felt hurt when I chewed down that cold corn. (Gosh, I can’t write anything that can be taken seriously.) Like they didn’t care. I wonder if they even received the papers I submitted? Is there really no one else in the school with gluten allergy? If it’s so, I now understand why.

This was a horrible rant, but I felt the need to vent out. Tomorrow’s the last day for the week, which was supposed to be a trip, but was canceled. Instead we’ll be playing some “games” and watching a movie. If the movie system then works, that is.

When we got to the ferry port in Turku, Finland, and passed the ticket booth, suddenly one of the workers walked up to our car and said that we didn’t have the car booked. Our trip to Finland had a family and car booked, but the return trip missed the car. I think pretty much everyone in the car went in to shock. How were we going to get home now? It was hot and sunny outside, the sea glistened and the ferry was coming in to port.

We had to turn over with the car and dad walked over to the ticket booth to talk. He paid the fee for the car, but as it usually goes with ferry trips… you are not guaranteed a place if you haven’t booked. So we had to anxiously wait for over one hour if we were allowed on board. It felt like several hours passed and I was about to sink in to the car in irritation and fear. Mom tried to comfort me but it felt very bad to be next to the fence with the car while others driving in to the ferry stared at you. We were already scheming plans for the worst possible outcome.

Our ideas:

1. Check in to some random hotel and try to book new tickets with our laptop. During the time we would stay in Finland I suggested humorously that we should go to Moomin World in Naantali, which wasn’t very far from Turku.

2. Go to the Viking Line Terminal and book tickets in Helsinki, which was about 200km away. (NO MORE DRIVING PLEASE OH GOSH NOO I’M DYING WAAA) This was the most probable solution, as dad checked with the laptop (with a blanket over his head because the sun glared on the screen) there were places left there for that day.

3. Book with Silja Line. Dad directly threw that idea through the window and on to the hard concrete. He didn’t like their site and how you did the bookings there, or something like that. Aesthetically I think that Silja Line looks a lot better on the inside than what Viking Line does… the only thing that bothered me was that Tax Free was considerably smaller in Silja Line. (== hardly any candy, which reminds me, I hardly bought any candy from the ferry this time)

4. Dad said that we should take the train somewhere and he would stay in Turku with the car and come whenever possible. Mom was immediately displeased with the idea.

5. Stay for another week in Finland. (NOOPLEASENOTTHISDON’TJOKEWITHME)

Well, our hearts calmed down when the same worker came walking back after we overheard that 14 cars hadn’t come yet and that the three cars (us included) that were waiting would fit. Dad immediately asked the worker if we were getting on, almost begging to which the worker replied “Not if you ask it that way.”. Dad grabbed his hands and shook them through the car window and thanked him.

However, I felt the wait to be very stressing, so next time I want to check that the car is really booked for our next trip.

On the ferry we discussed that my brother and me would be home when mom and dad go to Finland in fall. I thought everything was all right with that, but when we arrived home dad called grandma and had a huge fight with her and blamed her for not us wanting to come. I felt really bad listening…

I wrote a letter to my dad (not because I’m mute, but as I’m very bad at speaking out everything in my thought) explaining the circumstances and that it wasn’t grandma’s fault at all. There had been some great misunderstandings and in the letter I asked my dad to apologize to grandma, otherwise I wouldn’t forgive him for lying to her about mine and my brother’s opinions. He did so, called her with his cellphone in my room so that I could hear everything said. I was very proud of my dad and how he handled the conflict. Everything went excellently.

I think that if I wouldn’t have wrote that letter, I would have still felt very bad after hearing the quarrel and that dad and grandma would still be angry at each other. (Perhaps they are, but… I see it in part solved.)

I wrote too much, didn’t I?

Damn, that song is so addicting, yet so wrong…

Gosh, by the amount of videos I’m posting, I should make this a video blog or something. But that wouldn’t be as personal or enjoyable unless anybody wanted to watch random videos which make me die of laughter. Humor is so different for everyone, I happened to be blessed with a really odd one. (With the curse of not sometimes understanding other peoples jokes. o____o)

Mom bought me some supplies to make the car rides easier, for example a blindfold. I don’t remember agreeing to be kidnapped… nor going to the dentist…

Meh, I hope it will go fine! And that I paint something during my stay… it will probably be something bunny related once again. And my camera batteries won’t last for long unless I buy new ones. :B

Happy summer holidays! See you in a month!

I like dwarf fortress. And Estme and Storio.

And somebody is yelling like Tarzan outside. This place has gotten noisier and noisier with the years.

Great. .____.

My hair is all in braids so that it is easy to handle (no brushing etc.).

My essay must be sent in on Friday. I am scared of the result.

I haven’t been online chatting since the catastrophe in Japan.

Our bunny is sick again, and we are taking him to the vet tomorrow. I was presented with a hard choice, to end him or to instead try to cure him. I have no idea if he is in pain, so we will let the vet decide. This came as a shock to me. He is 4 years old and again seems to have problems with his teeth, he has lost his eyesight on his left eye and seems really tired.

Gods, Pumsi is too important… I will have to go with my mom there tomorrow. I hope it will go alright and that we’ll have good news. The sad thing is, I had planned on continuing writing my essay, but I guess I’ll just have to send it in a crappy state which I am finishing this night. We will be going straight there in the morning, and last time… it was plain hell. 5 hours of waiting in that tiny room with a sedated bunny… it was awful. He got better, but it was awful to hear him scream there. It’s like an opera singer mimicking a siren.

I think I’ll have to bring my DS, if that’s allowed… but that feels a little disrespectful. But so does having to  wait for vets because they went eating lunch.

And dad said we’ll never get any more pets as they are more harm than enjoyable when they ultimately die.

And my mom’s other lung isn’t functioning properly and I am very worried.

And the test I will do for this course I am sending my essay in to will take 5 hours. O-oh boy. That is going to be some brain cramming the night before. The whole effin course.

Why do new problems always arise…? Why do these changed plans concern me so much?

It feels like there is nothing that isn’t falling apart right now. I’m listening to the sound of rain, hoping that everything will be fixed.

What I enjoyed when I was young and what I enjoy now.

What I have and what I am missing.

What I enjoyed when I was younger:

• Hamburgers
• Listening
• The little dresses that dolls wore, they were so pretty.
• Cartoons
• Plushies
• Figures you could play with
• Drawing stick figures (Seriously, I wasted over 80 sheets of paper drawing the same exact stick figure, ugh. And I think I wrote “IITI” on each of them.)
• Candy
• The sun
• The rare moments I played on the Playstation
• Playing with other people

What I enjoy now:

• Drawing
• Painting
• Writing
• Music
• Tutorials
• Learning about things I like
• The computer
• Staying up really late
• Creating
• Thinking philosophical and meaningless thoughts
• Playing games
• Collecting stamps and games
• Enjoying life
• When everything feels complete
• Crocheting
• Finishing

What I have and I am very grateful about:

• Awesome friends
• Awesome family
• Awesome home
• Awesome pet
• Awesome computer
• I said five times awesome, so awesome.
• Many tools to express myself
• An awesome llama on my computer!
• So much paint I’ll never have a lack of it again!
• Great life

What I lack:

• Self esteem
• A bigger room (… some don’t even have any homes or rooms at all. I’m so selfish.)
• Power and motivation to finish
• Control of time
• Many languages
• Immunity to everything (I just made that up…)
• Normality
• Feeling of deserving anything of this

My dad sounds so funny when he talks in the adjacent room. Just felt like saying that… xD

Oh, and I got to drive on the computer with a racing wheel and… it was really hard! I found the pedals and the “gears” from 1-7 to be really hard to simultaneously be controlled. I crashed a lot and the car liked dying all of a sudden if I didn’t press a pedal when I was slowing down to a stop.

I think I’m never going to learn driving a car. (I thought driving a car was boring, but… I must say that it was quite enjoyable.) Thanks to Pikachu Killer for letting me test it! xD

Engrish is awesome. I hope I can someday speak engrish fluently.

Baww… I should be reading about NATO right now, and here I am, laughing at how awesome engrish sounds. I want to be an engrish mastar.