Beautiful Winter

Oh, until after Christmas, it mostly rained. The weather was gray.. I was so longing for winter, a proper one with everything nice included, like snow. Now I have it. Everything is covered with snow, and now that the Sun is showing itself a bit more everyday, it's so beautiful to wake up. The only thing I want to complain ('cause you always have to complain) is how cold it is. They predicted a nice -26 (centigrade), and I think it's a bit too much.. you can go outside only if you wear something that looks like you're trying to reach the South Pole. But I don't really mind. The view from our bedroom window is amazing: I can see kilometer after kilometer of tree line, hills and sky. It's amazing!

I heard one American exchange student complain why a snow day doesn't cancel school or close shops. It barely snowed fifteen centimeters that day! He said they close schools for that. That's nuts... I get it if snows for nine days, and fifteen centimeters each day - at least, but this? Or then us Finns have some bolts loose in our head. We consider walking to school knee deep in snow perfectly normal, and it only stops the old folks or people who commute by bike. Of course, the people in the southern part of the country suddenly forget they don't live in tropical environment when it snows a little. They also usually forget how to drive a car. But the rest of us, we manage quite well, despite of the "snow chaos!" -headlines the papers make after a bit of snow.

Oh, and I quit playing Sims 3. It's crazy how badly it's done. It requires so much resources from a computer. I already have a high-end computer, with fast hard drives in RAID, and still the game lags. And I also think that I have reached my limit of seeing useless stuff being sold for way too much money. And they STILL don't have weather in Sims 3, which sucks. I want snow, thunder, rain, hurricanes...

In Love

I woke up today, utterly smack smitten in love. It's been crazy this morning. I don't even know whom I'm in love with, but it feels like I've just met someone and fallen knee deep in love. I'm pretty sure this has something to do with a dream I had a few nights ago. I think I kissed someone in that dream. I knew him but I didn't know his name. It wasn't the man in my dreams, however. I usually know it's him when I wake up, but this was someone else.

The dream was weird anyway. It was a boarding school of some kind, and I was the house mother, and there was a man, maybe he was the house father then.. We were on a patrol in the corridor when he grabbed me by the waist, pulled closer and told me how he had wanted to kiss me forever. Then he started to kiss me, but pulled away just as it would have counted as a kiss. Then he started again, but our lips barely touched. Then again. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I woke up. :D

Or then I'm so entwined in my overgrown short story I'm mixing up life and reality. I was thinking about changing my character names to something less obvious, as I'm pretty sure everyone would recognize them. I have done such a good work in describing them, and I've used names connected to them.. Maybe I shouldn't have. People who are not connected to me, but are real is a bad choice. Just a tip to other scribblers.

But nevertheless, today I'm happy. Today is the best day for a long time... and I'm sure by the time I get home... Well, let's just say there hasn't been love for such a long time between us. Yes, he is still my best friend, but friendship isn't enough when I want to be in love, to be the center of the world for someone, for at least some time. I want to feel pretty, and kiss someone with feelings other than "let's get this over now, like every day..."

But, a reality check: love doesn't last for many years anyway. It's useless to leave someone just because you've reached a level of companionship rather then lovers. It's useless to leave someone because with the other one, you'll end up in friendship, sooner or later. Or then you start hating each other.

Another Writer's Block

I have been trying to write my short story, but what I mostly get is bullshit. The story is now over 100 pages though I have thrown out so much. I think I have written approximately 200 pages... and I'm happy with one page. And I desperately need someone to read it and give feedback, but there's no one I trust enough to read it, or no one who'd I want feedback from. It's mostly something that has happened to me and would reveal too much from myself. The setting, people and some events are of course different, but a person who'd read it would know some things I'd like to keep secret. So, the reader can't be anyone I know, or who knows my friends and family

Politics

So, the presidential election is on its way in Finland. I have already voted, and I hope my candidate doesn't win, because he's needed elsewhere. The person who's most likely to win is also not a bad choice, 'cause he already has years of experience and he's not a dumbass, like all the female candidates. Other, a deeply religious person is like Palin, and the other is like an escapee from a mental institute.. I would have voted for a woman if it was any other than those two... and of course the current president who is only interested in giving the immigrants, gays and lesbians everything they wish for at the expense of the rest of us.

So, I've tried to get people  voting. Not for my candidate of course, but  vote. Some of the young people in the country think that voting empty makes a statement. But it doesn't. They try to explain that there are no candidates for their liking, but I disagree. "It's always a choice between a douche and a turd sandwich". I think Stan said that.

I think only the people who do not have the right to vote or live in a country the elections are rigged, can appreciate the freedom to vote.

Well, if you are reading this, go vote. And if it's a choice between a douche and a turd sandwich, choose the one who is less a bother.

Apparently There Are Saints...

The only thing in Islam I can respect is something that came out of a woman's mouth:

"I want to put out the fires of Hell, and burn down the rewards of Paradise. They block the way to God. I do not want to worship from fear of punishment or for the promise of reward, but simply for the love of God!" - رابعة العدوية القيسية