So this summer has started out in a lazy, loopy, languid way... much like honey actually. Imagine the way honey droops out of a jar and that's the way my summer has started. This is actually perfectly ideal. For the past two days I've woken up around twelve, and then played Kingdom Hearts for hours. This is ridiculously exciting because I've actually been beating random bosses. With my terrible hand eye coordination skills and and a patience fuse shorter than a baby's moustache has meant that my tolerance for competitive games... sports... such... is very, very low. Although I was recently introduced to the wonderful world of game guides so for once in my life I'm actually trying to use tactics instead of my usual button smasher ways- so far so good.

Last evening after the usual rowdy dinner with my family (pickeled herring and shots is such a heavenly combination), I ended up staying up late-ish into the night watching crime shows. It was a nice break from my usual Primeval ways. You see, I've been obsessed with Primeval these days. Dinosaurs hopping through sparkly anomalies while a group of misfit scientists try to figure out why... just my cup of tea. If I liked tea. In general I detest tea. BUT they were showing rerun of the Primeval on the other channel so I did end up watching that... again... I'm not pathetic whatsoever!

Also, unbelievably so, football has been a huge part of my life these days. This is the power of the World Cup- it unites people together in an untangible way, even people who've never cared two twigs about the football. But there I am cheering on North Korea like some sort of hooligan and grinning evily when any team that's supposedly good crashes and burns.

So I had an itty, bitty meltdown on the phone with M&M. No biggie. Crying is good. Let's out moisture. I already have waaay too much saliva in my mouth, so my body should find a better way to excrete water- like via crying.

I want to go to Greece, wear a sarong and see the magnificent temples. I also want to go to Norway and eat pancakes every morning. Does Norway have beaches? Probably. If Finland has beaches, Norway has beaches.

I should slip off to bed. Tomorrow I'm going to start making my salsa skirt, then M&M will visit, and we'll hide under a quilt and whisper secret dreams. I need him to come so much.

I emailed someone at Dundee about changing my single degree into a joint one. I got accepted, you see, to study English in Scotland, but I'd love to study European Studies with it. That would incorporate european politics, philosophy, culture and economics into one broad spanning subject. I'm excited about the thought of moving there and my studies, but sickeningly frightened of the actual reality of it. I'm a sheltered, goody-two-shoes, mummy's girl. I'm actually thoroughly surprised I'm not gonna live in my parents basement all my life.

Ah, also, My Life In Ruins has jumped up into my top five favourite movies ever. It probably bumped down a much more thoughtful, deep, intricately made movie, but.... who bloody cares. So I have crappy movie taste- bite me.

I feel better. Good night!

So life has been pretty hectic lately, but in a very excellent way! I started at the textile workshop and it. is. amazing. I've already learned to make eco notebooks and sew quilt-style bags! I'm not so much making friends there as of yet, but to be totally honest, I'm not overly bummed about that. I like independently working on my own stuff, reading the Donald Duck comics alone at a table at lunch, without the added stress of spewing small talk. I mean, I'm friendly, I smile at the other people there, but I have no great need to actually venture out of my shell and go through the arduous process of making friends. Besides, me and Berndadette the sewing machine are getting along great!!

Karate also started this week, and it's been a lot of fun! I is an empowered woman, rawr. Sure, everytime I laugh my ab muscles hurt, but I'm hoping that'll go away... sooner or later. I'm much more free there, too. I guess it's because most people there are guys... I always have inferiority complexes when it comes to girls. Although the four other girls who attend the course are awesome, and we always chat in the locker room.
Also, I bought my first sport bras! Big day for me, I know. Sure, they make me feel like my mammary fat is strapped to my chest as if I was a mule on my way to the market... but they are also mega comfortable. In fact, I like them a lot. It makes me feel.... invisible, in a nice way. I'm happy in my own little corner with my grape sized boobs. It's awesome.
How do boobs have such a big influence on a girl's identity?
Also, sidenote, I am beyoooooond glad I do not have big boobs that need shock-absorbent bras- those go for 60-70 euros a piece! WTF.

The only downside is that M&M's in the army at the moment. He has been gone for exactly a week. I miss him. It's just strange because he has been my... rock; the one person who has been CONSTANTLY there all fall, and now that he's gone it's taking a little bit of getting used to. It's also strange because all these life changes happened after he left (the workshop, karate), and he isn't here to... kind of... experience it with me. He's over there going through his own life changes. I mean, I feel radically more fulfilled than I have in a while... and he's becoming an Officer in the army. Maybe I'm just overthinking this, but... I hope going through all these individual changes so far away from each other isn't going to change "us". I am overthinking it, aren't I? I always do. Jesus...
He's already coming home next weekend! And after that every weekend, so, really, it's going to be fine. I guess this two week period is just the hardest. It's almost like being in a long distance relationship... and I really, really can't stand long distance relationships. I become a ticking time bomb of tightly rolled up need.
Five days! Five days! At least work and handicrafts keeps my mind off stuff most of the time.