For some reason, I ended up going through my picture folders, and now I don’t know if I should laugh (because of how awful some of the pictures are), cry (because I haven’t got much better from some of those) - or post them somewhere so other people can both laugh and cry.
Eurovision 2013
- Finland: You have something I don't
- Sweden: What is it
- Finland: A loving and understanding neighbour who gives you points
Eurovision Song Contest: proof that Finland isn’t a part of Scandinavia (and that our other neighbours don’t really like us, either).
Congratulations to Denmark for winning, nevertheless - at least they gave us some points! I’m glad that Hungary got some good scores, too: their song was sympathetic and perhaps my favourite.
If I was omnipotent, one of the things I would quickly do was to make every language have at least near equivalents for every word that exists.
That way, I wouldn’t have to melt my brain while trying to think what a ‘kelly spinner’ is supposed to be in Finnish when Finland doesn’t even have any oil rigs.
I have trouble saying who Eric’s Song by Vienna Teng reminds me of the most, but it certainly reminds me of a few people. The majority of them are fictive, but there are also a few lines that make me think of myself.
It also gives me a strange feeling that mixes hope and peace into bittersweet dreams and slight sadness, probably due to the fact that I found myself wishing that I had someone I could sing it to.
I’m not sure why I did this but oh well.
…And now I’m really going to focus on working.
Supposed to be working.
Ends up looking for cheapest means of transportation for a friend from their home city to here.
Priorities, what are they? >__>’
(Source: youtube.com, via silvertonguetroglodyte)
Odd tendencies n:o 18732: when I feel downhearted, stressed or apathetic, I quite often deal with the emotion by imagining my characters go through similar emotions. Sometimes, I end up writing the thing on paper or computer, and I kind of feel like doing that now, too.
The problem is that I know I would feel an urge to post the finished text somewhere, yet I’m not sure if I want to embarrass myself by spreading my angsty drabbles (or if they make my own musings/troubles seem exaggerated and cause either worry or awkward/uncomfortable situations).
Reblog if you have a person you could wait for the whole day to come online
…And I sometimes feel guilty because of it.
(Source: nimrodbydawn, via p-3a)
