End of May.

It is now the last day of May. Weird, is it not? I can't even seem to figure out when May started! Right now I'm watching Scrubs. It's one of the episodes with Carlas brother Marco. He rocks by the by. He makes me laugh, alot. Soon How I Met Your Mother will be on, yaay. Man I'm obsessed.


I've been listening to Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphy's alot lately. I don't really know what it is about those two bands. Maybe it's the irish accents and influences. Maybe it's the punk-ish music. Either way I love it.
One of my favorite songs is; Selfish Man, so that's why I've decided to post it here. Enjoy.

Whining. I'm sorry, really I am.

I think my lungs are trying to escape my ribcage through my throat and mouth. Just so they can see what the floor looks like. Selfish little buggers.

I honestly feel like I'm coughing up a lung. During the last...what...15 minutes(?) I must have had atleast 5 major cough-attacks (salutes and mutters; major cough-attacks) (I really need to tune down on the HIMYM re-runs...).

I'm whining. Man, I hate whining and yet I do it. Why? Who cares? I've been in a pissy mood all day I guess. Crap. But I'll stop poisoning the world with my negativity now.
And instead I'll give you a treat; Sean Patrick Flanery.
Old enough to be my dad? Yes.
Hotter than hell. Well, duh.
Have I watched The Boondock Saints again? Of Course.

Peace Out.

Stand and Deliver.

 Adam and the Ants. Absolutely strange, hilarious, odd and awesome. I am in-love with this band right now and I love their unique (totally 80's) look.
This song especially does remind my of PIL (Public Image Limited), John Lydon's band that he had after the Sex Pistols. Anyway,the point is that this is pure brilliance, I just had to post it.

And seriously how can you not adore that look? And that stare...Adam Ant was and still is wicked awesome. Sincerely.

Peace Out.

I Love Food. True Story.

You know, I've never understood those who check how much carbs, calories, fat and what-not they put into their mouths. Okay, yes it's good to know what you eat, eat healthy and all that shazz. But counting carbs? Making lists on how much you can and/or should eat each day? Come on. No. Never.
I wouldn't be able to stand that. I admit, I do check for some really bad substances, and etc. But I'm never going to count how much fat or whatevs I can and/or should eat. Never ever.

I just love food too much for that. Sincerely. I am not a master-chef, and probably never will be. And to be honest I've only recently begun to have any sort of interest in making the food instead of just...well...eating it.
Because I can't understand how some girls (and guys too I guess...but it is mostly girls...right?) can stand to refuse to eat some goodness just because it contains too much fat/carbs/whatever you're supposed to avoid.
I mean this weekend we barbequed. I helped to make some delicious goodness that I know some Carb-Nazi wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. It's (field)mushrooms filled with blue cheese and wrapped in bacon (Mmmm-Bacon....). Who could resist this? I mean the mushrooms are deli-ish, the cheese actually melts on your tounge, that's just how creamy and good it is, and Bacon. Come on, bacon. 

My love for food hasn't always been there, I'm embarrased to say that once upon a time I was very fastidious when it came to food. Yeah I know, terrible that is. But that was then and now I am a lover of food. Now I just have to practice making it. Perhaps I should start posting my attempts at making any sorts of food here? I'll think about it. The reason food is the topic today is actually the fact that I've begun reading alot of Food Blogs. Awesomeness.

On another note...sometimes I just look at alot of my Facebook Friends when they all put up "Just got home from the Gym", "Time for a Walk" or something like that. And what have I done? Well, on tha particular day I had; sat inside, watched a good movie and ate this delicious meringue-cream-banana-cake. Goodness. Absolute goodness.

 This is not it. But it looked something like that.

So I felt kind of...lazy and weird. But I shrugged it off pretty quickly. Then I helped myself to another piece of cake. I couldn't resist. But that's all for now.

Peace Out.

Half-way to 40.

So this is it then. I am now 20 years old. So my birthday was yesterday, but I didn't have time to update on the actual B-day.

I'm not obsessing  over age, having an age-crisis or anything...I think.
It's just the fact that I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I've excisted on the ball filled with water and earthly masses we call planet earth. 20 years is a pretty long time. Okay, so maybe not that long of a time but to me that seems unfathomable.
So do I feel any different? Having entered my early twenties? No. Not one bit.

Oh, and before I go. Something that simply can't go unmentioned. I watched the 100th episode of Bones earlier. Where (SPOILER ALERT) Booth finally wants to try and have a relationship with Brennan. And what does the woman do? She gives him some stupid crap about protecting him from herself and her incabability to have a relationship or big heart or whatevere it was. WTF? Why did she have to go and do that? I was squealing as soon as Booth started talking but at the end I was in tears! These two belong together. This is what all viewers have been waiting for since...well forever! It may sound stupid, to be so involved with a TV Show. But that's...well me. But how Brennan can say no to this face...

is beyond me.
I thought the picture was very nice and well, cute. But then again all pictures of David Boreanaz are cute. I mean he was cute way-back-when he played Angel on Buffy, and later on Angels own epynomical show, which by the way is AWESOME.

But enough drool...I mean rambling.

Peace Out.

Mothers Day.

Today is Mothers Day here in Finland(ia). We celebrate mothers, grandmothers, grand-grandmothers and so on.

My mom is awesome. But then again who doesn't think their mom is awesome? I am a Daddy's Girl that much have been established and I have more incommon with my dad but that doesn't mean that I don't love my mom just as much.
She's always been there. She's taken care of us ungrateful brats since forever and that is probably the hardest job of them all. My mom is like -supermom. She can do anything. There's no resturant food that tops my moms. She's always there.

So honour your moms today, they sure as hell deserve it. I mean just think about it, they've put up with our shit for years.

Love you Mom.
Happy Mothers Day.

I'm going Bohemian on Myself.

A couple of years ago (meaning more than 2 years ago) I would have considered myself a wannabe-poser-punk. Complete with the ripped jeans, security pin in ear, a fo-hawk and lips set in a sneer.
If someone would have approached me and talked about Karma for example I probably would have; scoffed, sneered and muttered something about; F-ing cunt. Do I look like I give a fuck about sodding karma? Sod off! ANARCHY!
...Okay so maybe I wouldn't have, but I would definitley have thought it, sneered and said sod off.

I wasn't a real punk. Because I know, I even knew this then, that punk is so much more than the look. It's a lifestyle. But the whole idea of punk appealed to me right then. I had a very cynical outlook on life(some of it is still left), but really what 16 year old doesn't? It was fuck the goverment, fuck this shitty music, fuck everyone, fuck the world! Everything sucks and they're just trying to push us down, ANARCHY! The whole violent rebellion fase, albeit in a calmer way.
I still listen to punk-rock, John Lydon is, after all, God and you're not. I'm never throwing away my ripped jeans. But the fo-hawk and the lack of faith in humanity just had to go.

In my line of work you stumble upon alot of different outlooks on life. And special treatments such as zone-therapy, light therapy and that kind of New Age-y stuff is something you can't avoid.
If you asked me about that when I was 16 I would have laughed you in the face and said; Bollocks! Now? I'm not so sure. Karma, Zen, Feng Shui etc. everything has become very interesting to me. I've started to believe in things like that, something that 16 year old me would tease me forever for. But when experience life your views change.

Wikipedia tells me that Bohemianism is; Bohemianism is the practice of an unconventional lifestyle, often in the company of like-minded people, involving musical, artistic or literary pursuits, with few permanent ties. Bohemians can be wanderers, adventurers, or vagabonds.
While the Urban Dictionary says; a Bohemian is somebody who leads an alternative lifestyle, they are not hippies because they can have an extremly wide range of different tastes in music, fashion, art, literature etc they are usually very creative people. they are above all optimists, even if they can be very cynical too(it does make sense...sort of). they like wearing a mixture of wierd clothes and mix different fashions together just for the heck of it. they like weed. genrally very laid back and relaxed.Someone who tries to live by the ideals of truth, freedom, love, and all those beautiful-sounding concepts. 

I really liked that last part, living by the ideals of truth, freedom and love. My faith in humanity is...well it's not great. But I can honestly say that it's better then it was before. I like to mix-and-matxh all kinds of fashions. I listen to almost everything Musical. And Art as a concept is something I admire and study every single day. So instead of telling the world to go fuck itslef, I embrace it.
It's strange reading some of my thoughts in old journals and comparing them to my thoughts on the same subjects now. They are by no means alike. Some of the cynism and sarcasm is still there, I doubt it'll ever leave but I've got a generally brighter outlook on life.



Don't worry though, I'm not going to start putting flowers in any barrels any time soon or fighting for World Peace. Neither will I try to tell you how un-zen you are. But I'm pretty sure you won't find me in a mosh-pit screaming -ANARCHY! anytime soon either...

I'm not a punk. I'm not a hippie. And I'm not quite a Bohemian either. I'm somewhere inbetween.