Whinging...

Naturally what goes up must come down. The rule of physics that I consistently think I can defy.
Some people get colds, but I get upper respitory viral infections that I can't even take drugs for! You'd think I would get more sympathy for this from my friends, but no.
I am a pathetic sick person. I hate to be sick and I get frustrated "resting". I have had a couple of very good nurses looking after me and today I am feeling a lot better. But I'm not quite well enough to go out dancing yet so I've had to think of "restive" activities. It's really hard! I'm sick of watching movies and tv and even though I'm not on medication, I'm trying not to drink that much. Only the medicinal whiskey I thought was essential.
Last night I found myself playing charades and creating exquisite corpes. Although this sounds very restful, my charades partner was so hilarious in his acting skills that I nearly died laughing. However, it is nice to know I can have an entertaining evening with no money and very little alcohol.

I'm pretty uninspired to blog right now. Everything is lovely and happy and all that shit... except my best friend is leaving the country (again!) and although she's giving me lots of her stuff I am sad... very sad that she's leaving. I know we'll remain close and I know she will be happier as soon as she bids farewell to this land of ice, fir trees and fucked up men, but I'll still miss her lots.

My computer is still broken and due to all my jet setting and wild party lifestyle, I can't afford to fix it yet. If you're reading this and have a couple of hundred euros you were unsure of what to do with... I can send you my account number!!

Anyway, must go and recline on the couch some more.
Love to you all!
xxx

Living the life like I´m supposed to.

You know those times where life just feels right? Well, I´m having one. It´s not one thing in particular... but everything seems to be coming together right now.

I was walking on the sea today in the sun with a lovely friend, humming "My Girl", tummy full of tasty food, talking about countries I´ve been to and would love to see and for a minute I felt like I was going to burst. These are the moments when life feels just like it should. It´s like you can see the energy buzzing around in the air and you just want to throw yourself on the ground and sink into the earth.

I have these moments sometimes. I´m not necessarily doing anything special or amazing... usually it´s when I´m doing something spectacularly ordinary like drinking coffee in Lygon street before work and watching people dodge the rain. Or walking through Shinjuku at dusk trying to dodge the bustle while gazing at the neon lights above me. Or walking around the yard at work with one of the students talking about dragons and how to make the perfect snowball.

This is exactly where I want to be. This is exactly how I want to be. It´ll fuck up again soon, but for now... I´m happy. Totally happy.

Life rushing by...

I am way too busy at the moment. Something has to give... perhaps I should stop sleeping?
Last weekend I only got 8 hours anyway so it wouldn´t be too hard to give up!
It all started Wednesday two weeks ago...

We began rehearsals (and costume tryouts) for our up coming gig at Tiki Forever night. K and I spent hours over the last couple of weeks transcribing tight three part harmonies and sqeezing into tight 50s style dresses for a Tiki extravaganza!
So alot of my spare time was filled with learning words and harmonies and practicing hairstyles.
I also had to fit in time to have drinks with various friends, study Finnish (rather unproductively), go out on unsuccessful dates and go to gym class.
By the time the weekend of Tiki night came around I was exhausted... and then I had to go to Tallin!
my housemate and I caught the boat (ferry?) straight after work and I´ve got to say... it was an interesting experience.
Imagine the sleaziest, most juvenile night club you´ve been to, times it by 12, add duty free alcohol and no way to get off and you´re pretty close to describing Romantika!
It was fun hanging out and dancing with H... but next time I think I´d prefer to do it somewhere without having to cross a body of water first.
A few of H´s friends made the most of it and hooked up with young Finnish lads, only to stay in their cabins the entire next day and missing Estonia entirely. To be honest they didn´t miss much and when one of them burst into our cabin at 2pm as we were trying to catch up on sleep, somewhere under the rage of interrupted sleep was something like envy at her freshness!
I dragged H around Tallin in search for gym pants that weren´t going to require a second mortgage but my mission was unsuccessful and I was forced to spend my kroons on duty free alcohol and lipstick from the gift shop.

We arrived back to Helsinki somewhat worse for wear at 4.45pm, giving me exactly 15 minutes to get home, eat dinner, have a shower, get my stuff together for the gig and get back to town. Of course it took an hour and a half and most things had to be omitted.
I arrived at the soundcheck late and was greeted cooly. However, after a good run quick rehearsal and peace offering of a sandwich all was forgiven and I was allowed to borrow K´s costume to wear.
The gig was great. We had a little problem at the beginning... well, a little diabolical problem... but the show went on and we swung our arses off! And we looked goddamn cute while we did so!
Our program featured classics such as Rum and Coca Cola, Lollipop, Manana and some lovely French songs that I still can´t remember the names of. I will post photos as soon as I can manage to download them... stay tuned.
High on the sweet smell of a successful gig and three glasses of French cider, I went for a quick drink at a quiet bar... turned out to be a rather long quick drink, but by that stage I was considering abandoning the idea of sleep anyway.
The rest of that night and the following day will have to be told another day... I´ll just say a nice time was had by all involved.

With the hope of a quiet week, I relaxed on Monday instead of cleaning my room and various other important things like buying food and attending Finnish class. Unfortunately, last night I had to go out again to see The Darkness in concert. Thanks to A for giving me a ticket in return for dinner!
It was lots of fun, but I was so exhausted I only managed to head bang and shake my booty to the songs I knew.
The rest of my week is looking busy but lovely.
Question for the week:
How long is it possible to survive on only 5 hours sleep a night and when will sleep deprivation kick in?