I Like To Call Myself An Artist

Yep, another week behind. This week had just few highlights. Kinda sad though.

#1 I read Otto Grundström's anthology Tähtiotsa. Maybe I expected too much from it 'cause it didn't give me such a kixes like Tehosekoitin's lyrics which are written by Otto Grundström. After that hard disappointment I began to read Jim Morrison's anthology The Lords And The New Creatures. That's the Finnish version so the poems lost much but I'll get the main point I think. Morrison's poetry is kinda deep but still bit strange in someway. Hope this anthology doesn't give me such a disappointment like Tähtiotsa did. My expectations are high again 'cause we're talkin' 'bout Jim Morrison here.

#2 My arts curse began again (yippee!!!). I've had three lessons now and in every lesson I've been singin or listening to Annihilator's Brain Dance. That song really tells about me and how schizophrenic I am really. And ofcourse my art. Why I haven't realized earlier how great band Annihilator is actully? I've missed so much of these musical orgasms again. Let's not talk about this more.

#3 Yeasterday we had a some kinda grand opening for summer after a long, long, long and too cold winter. We barbacued first time after summer, drank (water) and even sang karaoke. Old Finn Shits (read hits) from the 50's to the 80's <3 We had lots of fun ;)

#4 After the real party yeasterday we went to the sauna. If you want to go to our sauna you must go outside and then enter the bathroom. Yep, it's not connected to the other house. So me and my sister had a romantic sauna moment after the midnite after that when we were ready we tried to come back inside. Guess who had locked the door to inside and didn't have the key to unlock it. Yep, it was me. So we had to go round our back yard to the front door where we have a working door bell. The ground is still too cold for walking without shoes. Or it is just when it's pouring. Don't know. But thanks to some higher power and to those who hadn't closed our front door when they left the building.

#5 I finished my Swedish essey: En guidade åktur i Helsingfors.

Why anything never happens to me? You have 7 day in a week and there's nothing to happen but some studing. How poor your life can be?