You know, my mom always used to say that she had never seen another kid so hungry for everything in life. Since I was a little kid, I was hungry for new people, new experiences, new ideas, new places to go to and so forth. Not so much hungry for material things, but experiences of all sorts.

I feel like my apetite for all things living has only reached its peak during the past year or two. I want to conquer this and that in life, achieve those and these and so forth. My will to do things far outweights my time to do things - and that has become a problem of sorts. It always results in me stuffing my calendar so full that I have barely time to eat or sleep. I get things done and wickedly, I enjoy my time most when I'm under a relatively large amount of stress. Makes me feel truly alive!

Anyone else ever felt like this?

Last but not least, some of you may notice that I deleted some posts from the last year, mainly the ones concerning that epic mess with men I was in about a year ago. It's just something I felt I had to do. I've gone through those things so many times that I simply don't want to think about them anymore. Reading those posts didn't really give me any constructive insight about my own self or anything else either, for that matter - not that journal posts should do that, but you know... I just felt really uncomfortable with those things. I carefully read all your guys' comments and supporting words, simply to make sure I won't forget how many of you were there to back me up when I truly needed all those words of wisdom.
Thank you, every one of you. I have been blessed with the best of friends, online and offline!

Quite a weekend. I was sick and somewhat stressed over a bunch of things, so... I watched 20 eps of Heroes with a friend. By the end I actually started warming to Peter despite his obvious lack of manliness in the beginning of the show. As soon as he grew himself some... spine, however, things started to change. Fast.

I haven't really gotten as attached to any characters as I am with Prison Break charries, but I still rather like the show. This time, I guess, it's really just the plot that has kept me interested all the way through.

This post is really random and I'm really tired. It's way too early in the morning for me and I'm supposed to get dressed, put on some make-up and go to work. Oh the misery!

Sooo... the new PB episode was...

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ADDED LATER: I knew I forgot something when I was writing this entry earlier. I always leave something out when I'm updating in a hurry...

I'm so sorry for all you M/S shippers. Seriously, I really am. I loved the plot twist, but it still shocked me like heck, I honestly don't even want to imagine what's going on in your heads. I'm sorry, try to hang on in there and write a bunch of fics as a creative coping mechanism.

I've been a devout dog person whole my life. When I was a kid, I was so allergic to dogs I couldn't be around them for longer than 2 minutes at a time - but I just refused to 'be an big girl and get over it'. Stubbornly I spent as much time as possible with dogs anyway - and eventually, allergies started getting better, my reactions became almost nonexistent.

( Long story of me, dogs and a possible family-member-to-be )

You guys don't happen to have any experience of skye terriers? Anyone?

As a response to domfangirl and happywriter06:

Oh. My. God. YES. Oh YES. YES YES YES YES. Are you sure wonderful is strong enough a word to describe the amazingness of yesterday (US time)/today's (Finland time) episode?

As for Linc being hot... girls, I honestly don't think I should even get to describing that. I'm still week in the knees and I watched the episode like... 6 hours ago! I guess I have to just quote a random person from a random IRC channel about Lincoln:
tweeetie says: Seriously, how the heck can be anyone be so hot?
tweeetie says: If I had a guy that handsome I'd pee pure honey.

I won't go into speculating about the plot now, because I'm kinda in a hurry, but I loooooveeeeeed this episode. I have such high expectations for this season and it's looking like I won't be disappointed.

Oh, The Love.

So tell me already, all my american PB fangirls, tell me, tell me, tell me! How is it?! How was it? How did you feel?

You don't have to worry about spoiling the happenings for me; by the time I get around to reading your responses in the morning, I will have seen the episode already. I won't be too many hours behind you guys. ;)

Why, oh why, does this always happen?

As soon as uni kicks going, I get so very buried in all sorts of practicalities such as studying and running our student organization (I'm the president of Verba, the largest humanistic student organization in The University of Oulu, representing something like 400 students of foreign languages) that I just drop out of everything that's going on in internet. It's really not like I do it on purpose, and I keep feeling terribly guilty for it, because I'd really love to keep my wonderful online friends close.

I just don't seem to find time to sit on my computer - hell, I don't seem to find time to be home. I wake up in the morning, get refreshed, go to uni, might stop at home at some point to take our dog out, back to uni, and then by the time I really come home, I'm so wasted that I just lie on the couch staring idly at whatever random happens to be on tv. I can't even watch Prison Break for goodness' sake, because I'm too hammered to concentrate on it properly.

As if 14-hour days weren't bad enough on their own, I had this nasty flu that turned into bronchitis, and seeing that nobody else could represent Verba the way I do, I had such a pile of PR-happenings with new students this week that I couldn't just stay home and rest. So I lost my voice almost completely and feel even worse now. :D

So, I'm feeling bad for not having enough time for online friends - but I really want all of you to know that you are very much in my thoughts everyday. I'm also feeling guilty for Jaakko and Romeo. Jaakko has been taking care of Romeo all week because I've always been away somewhere, and even when I've stayed home, I've been forced to take all the time I can to just sleep, rest and try to get better. Oh, and did I mention he's done all the housework too? Way to make a woman feel loved - but also guilty.

Sorry about ranting, really.

As for happier things - 11 days, people. 11-frigging-days! Oh man, I'm so very excited. 11 days! It was like 59 days when I started counting ages ago, and time has passed so quickly! Now it's just 11 days. Prison Break season 3 is so close I can almost see it already. The love.

The tiny dots of light brown, the ones that painted her silky cheeks and climbed the length of her small nose up to the skin between the lines of her dark eyebrows, were something she hated profoundly. Nowadays she always covered them with a thick layer of make up, in a determined attempt to deny their very existence. Out of sight, out of mind.

Lincoln just couldn’t take his eyes off of her sweet freckles.


Uhm...

Yeah. That's about... 1/20 of what I've written tonight. I had to post something of it before I get cowardly and destroy all the proof of me ever even considering writing fanfiction.

I blame a lot of people. On the long run I blame for example noneko, but I think antoine_baros and especially domfangirl were the two people that finished the job and pushed me over the edge, so to speak. ;D This particular idea that I was writing about stemmed from a discussion I had with domfangirl about Lincoln, Veronica and Robin Tunney's freckles.

I guess this is also me saying a huge thank you to all of you wonderful PB fangirls - you've been so welcoming that I really have to at least try to contribute something to this fandom.

Phew. I honestly don't know what else to say. :D

I sort of volunteered to be tagged by domfangirl, because I barely ever do this kind of memes and now that I've got some gorgeous new people on my flist, I thought it would be appropriate to post a bit about me, too.

1) I'm hopeless when it comes to going to bed early. I have such a bad habit of taking my own, private, creative alone-time at night that I often end up sleep deprived and groggy. However, I feel that I'm in a phase in my life where this kind of reckless behaviour is still allowed.

2) I graduated from lukio (Finnish equivalent for high school, pretty much) with grades that were among the top 3% in Finland. Needless to say, getting into university wasn't much of a problem after that. (This was the obligatory bragging part, glad it's over...)

3) I've been together with my fiancée Jaakko since the 5th of October 2001, which means we're looking at our 6 year anniversary this fall. We've lived under the same roof for three years now, and we've been engaged for two years. Some of you might be doing the math already, but I'm just gonna break it out to you - I had just turned 15 when we started dating. I still love him like crazy, he's my everything and I still admire him every day, miss him, want the best for him and think about him constantly. I'm fortunate enough to know he feels the same way about me, which is insane, because I don't think I deserve him.

4) I have a 35-year-old big brother and a 34-year-old big sister. They're both married with children. I'm, obviously, the youngest sibling.

5) I haven't written fanfiction in years, but I would love to get back to writing as a hobby again. I used to write all days long when I was younger, all the way through my teenage until sometime after I started dating Jaakko. I've received a bunch of diplomas for writing in the past, but that has been mostly from essays and columns - I don't know if I could write even half-decent fiction anymore. My self-confidence in writing seems to be completely lost.

6) My parents are divorced and I come from quite poor economical background. My dad's a complicated case - he drinks too much, curses like a pirate, has been known to get violent in the past and has ruined his economy for the rest of his life. So, I guess, he's one screwed up cupcake, but he's got that kind of a charming "Life gives me shit, I eat the shit" -attitude to him, which still earns him some respect in my book. That, and despite everything, he tries his best to be encouraging and supportive - who am I to really judge him. My mother lives next door from me and we get along really well. I want to live close to her, because she has a heart condition and a bunch of other problems, and I want to be able to help her as much as possible when it's necessary. I feel that now it's my turn to take care of her - and it's not just out of responsibility, but because I want to.

7) I'm a silly fangirl -person. I just have to always have something to fangirlishly obsess over, something to fuel my creativity, my imagination.

I can't believe I stayed up all night again. Now that I've been sick and slept all days, it's really mission impossible to try to sleep when normal people do... x)

Romeo is being so adorable. He's sleeping on my lap with all his paws up towards the ceiling, ears turned upside down - and he's snoring too, like only the cutest little puppy dog in the world can snore.

For the non-Prison Break -fans on my flist, skip this and I'm sorry. ;D You'll be hearing a lot about PB in the future.

I've been aware of this before, but there's this one opinion that has really surfaced again during the past days.

Fandoms are the best.

( More about the wonderful PB fandom and fangirls )

Moving on. I was planning to spend all day on the couch resting yesterday, so I'd finally get rid of this gawddamn flu - and conveniently, watch John Doe all day. However, that didn't exactly happen for no special reason. I just did this and that around the house and as a result, this flu just won't let go, because I haven't rested. But I did watch the first two episodes, and...

My dear goodness.

I know I've been going on and on about this lately, but seriously, Dom Purcell is gorgeous. So very gorgeous. Yeah, Candy, you were right - I did love every second of his non-Lincolness. Thank goodness there will be a bunch more seconds to love before I'm done with that show.

I'm kind of jumping from one thing to another here, but anwyay... I've been having some kickass dreams lately. Some of my friends have always envied me for the ability to see basically the exact dreams I want to see at night, and so that those dreams are so lively that I really believe in them and think they're real - so imagine the moments of confusion I often feel in the mornings. I'm so sorry darlings, I would definitely teach you to dream if I only knew how to do that.

( I've had some interesting dreams this week, rawr! ;D )

My birthday's coming up in a few weeks (september 1st) and people are bugging me for what kind of presents I want. I'm turning 21, yay! I'm still such a baby, yet I feel so old, because life has changed so much in just a few years. I've been a teenager like half of my life and all that is behind now, so I guess it's natural to feel... older. As for presents, anyone have any ideas what to tell people? What do I want? :D

My. Dear. God.

I just watched Blade Trinity, which sucked so bad as a movie. It was pretty visually and the action scenes were alright, but the plot - sorry, what plot? There was some sad, sad dialogue there, not to mention some good actors that were simply trying to save their reputations even though the script probably made it nigh impossible.

But geez, I didn't watch that movie for a good plot or for an overall great movie experience. I simply, fangirlishly watched it for Dominic Purcell.

Well, poor mr Purcell's role in this catastrophe-of-a-movie was Drake, formerly known as Dracula. Now, I don't think I need to point out to you guys how sexy vampires are - I mean, is there a living person on this planet who doesn't find vampires sexy? Anyone? I thought so.

So, all I was expecting the movie to offer me was my daily dosage of Purcell handsomeness and my god, I definitely got what I was gambling for. Dracula in leather pants, wearing a rather revealing shirt or no shirt at all, talking with a low, gruffy, incredibly tempting voice... please someone get my inhalator and some nitros to keep my heart going, because I think I might just overheat and explode here.

Much to my fiancee Jaakko's amusement, I took my temperature after watching the movie and it was up over 2 celsius degrees signaling that I have high-ish fever at the moment. I'm pretty sure it's because of this nasty cold I've got, but Jaakko seems to believe it's just simply because I watched Dominic Purcell looking so gawddamn hot that I practically drooled all over the pillow I had to keep chewing on to keep all the winces of "Oh my god, that man is so hot he's gonna kill me" from coming out of my mouth.

I still keep wondering whether I'll ever grow over this insane fangirlishness that I have in my personality - it would be slightly less embarrasing to be me if I did, but my life would be so much more boring, so I really don't know if I ever want to grow over it.
And at least I can keep it in bay when I want to, unlike some anonymous others!

No, you Prison Breaky people, I'm not talking about THAT LJ. I'm actually really just talking about LiveJournal.

How the heck can any site be so difficult for me to figure out? :D It's not like I'm *that* stupid or somehow illiterate with computers. It's just getting silly... I use LJ so rarely, so that when I do, I'm always frowning of frustration trying to figure out how to do this and that. Luckily, I have some friends that can definitely be called LJ veterans, so there's always someone to run to.

I've been spending a lot of time reading PB fanfics and reviewing like a good reader. It's just amazing... if you want good fanfiction, you should definitely fall for PB. Believe me. There's just so much breathtakingly good fanfiction out there, it can make even me sit down, concentrate and just read. It's almost inspiring me to write, too. (God have mercy if that should happen...)

Did I already say that I'm head over heels in love with Prison Break?

Prison Break, anyone?

The only thing different this time when it comes to me fangirling, is that this time I actually went fangirlish at the same time with two IRL friends of mine. It's really silly. The other friend of mine has a summer job in her home town a few hundred kilometers away and we can't exactly fangirl all day long, we can't even really talk except through IMs - and lately, when we've been talking, the conversation has followed the lines:

Me: Hey! How are you doing, girl?
Her: Heya! I'm alright. I'm seeing Dominic Purcells everywhere. Even in people that don't look even distantly like him.
Me: !!
Her: Yeah, tell me about it...
Me: That's unfair, I keep trying to Dominic Purcells yet I'm not seeing them everywhere. Besides, shouldn't you be seeing Wentworths, or are have you finally realized the true nature of things and started turning to the Lincoln side of the Force?

I guess it's just a way of trying to divert ourselves from the boring everyday life... at least now we have something else to talk about than "I've been doing the laundry, going out with our dog, sorting our closets..." - "Yeah, I've been working on the graveyard, as you know. Such a great job..."

The other fangirl friend of mine has been practically living in our house for the past two weeks, because my fiancee has spent most of his time at work and I'd be home alone if she wasn't here. I started advertising fanfiction to her a few days back, trying to convince her that she really should try some PB fanfics, seeing that she was just as fangirlish as me, the only exception being that she didn't really know of any outlets for her obsession. ;) I think it was on monday when she finally sat on my comp and started reading some MiSa fics, and to be honest, she's sat there ever since. So, here we've been, sitting side by side on computers, silent, pretty much fully concentrated on reading fanfiction.

To be more specific about fanfics, I'm on a mission to R&R every fanfic by Foxriver Lady. I read a couple of her stories and that's all it took to get me hooked. That woman has a way with words, I tell you. (Check out her fics, if you know even something about PB - http://www.prisonbreakfic.net/viewuser.php?action=storiesby&uid=325 ) Hopefully the person in question doesn't mind me advertising her work here and think I'm some kind of a weirdo stalker, considering that I don't know the lady behind the nick at all. I'm just loving her fics.

So... life's been nice. We've spent it collectively in a pink fangirl haze and we'll try to stay that way as long as it lasts. Uni's gonna crash on us soon enough anyway.

PS. 3 days until I get my John Doe season 1. Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait. I should probably prepare myself by drinking a lot of water, so I won't drool myself into a state of complete dehydration during the first 20 seconds of the first episode. Yes, ladies, wet and nekkid Doms do that to you.

I'm a terrible blogger, but we all knew that already. Just thought I'd drop in and say hi to everyone and let people know I'm still here.

Oh, and most importantly - goshdarngeez, darlings, I LOVE Prison Break.

;D

Since it's so fashionable to rant in your very own, very personal, very sekrit livejournals, I simply MUST join the trend.

I have a bad habit. I'm generally way too nice to people both in real life and online. Especially online. In real life, when someone acts like a jerk I just take my distance, or if someone comes to my territory (eg my home) and acts like a jerk, I tell them to f*ck off and practically kick them out the door (nicely). But online I tend to think that I don't lose anything by lending an ear, saying a few words, giving a minute (or an hour) of my time to people who feel bad or lost. They talk, I listen, say something encouraging, try to help somehow. And then the same thing always happens.
They backstab me and/or my friends.

They lie, throw tantrums of a f*cking 12 year old, talk shit behind my/our backs thinking that we won't find out because of some simple, stupid little tricks (hello, there might be friends that are loyal to people who have like, I dunno, sense in their heads?) and on top of that, dare to cry something like "Hlep, hlep, I'm being repressed!" (fine cultural reference there, if you don't get it, then you probably don't get this whole post cause you're not old and/or mature enough to understand) and "Sob, sob, I'm SO hurt by what you and/or this person and that person said to me!"

A f*cking newsflash for you kiddies (the sort of backstabbing people I mentioned earlier), you can't choose the way people treat you. You can certainly affect it by being honest, respective and making sense, but if your actions are based on nothing but insane emotional whims, then don't expect the people who used to think you as a friend keep thinking that way. Backstab a person or a group of people who never did anything to hurt you simply because you're so self conscious that you see nothing but the world you think revolves around you, and the rest of your 'friends' will find out. The rest of your friends will lose their respect and trust for you. The rest of your friends are going to run away before you get the chance to backstab them too. Trust me.

So if you have a snake in your paradise, a person with Oscar-worthy backstabber abilities, who can pretend to be someone's best friend one day, and the next day act like the complete opposite as soon as the person turns his/her back, a friendly piece of advice; run. Fast.

Makes me so sad to realize every now and then how incredibly destructive, immature attitudes people have. And it makes me sad to notice the change in myself, how bit by bit I'm losing my optimistic abilities I used to be so proud of. Eventually it just gets so hard to trust new people, make new friends when shit like this (new people backstabbing me and my friends) happens to me all the time. I mean, this is only the third time this year.

So, if anyone of you ever starts to feel the need (which I doubt will happen, but I still feel like saying this) to talk incredible crap about me and/or my friends behind our backs, why don't you just show some maturity and shut it, and get the f*ck out of our internet. And let us know so we can ban/ignore you with good conscience. Thank you, have a nice day!

Onto happier things! One week of uni left, and then it's time to work for a week or two, and then Christmas holiday <3. Lot of time with my darling online friends, darling rl friends and family.

Now I better get to spending some time with Jaakko, he's seemed kinda down today.

I know I'm a bad blogger. I never update. Maybe my life is just so goddamn boring that I never find anything to say about it, or maybe I'm just a private person, or maybe I'm just lazy. I'd definitely put my money on the last option.

But now I felt like updating just to show I'm still alive and reading everyone else's journals... that, and at least I can fangirl in my own journal as much as I want without the fear of causing any permanent brain damage to whoever is unfortunate enough to see/hear/read it. :P

So what have I been doing lately? I've been on a summer holiday, which consisted of... sleep, swimming, general relaxing, sleeping more, and Poets of the Fall, some more Poets of the Fall and did I mention Poets of the Fall?

I've been somewhat of a PotF-fan since Max Payne 2 came out and as we all know (if you don't, get educated, you n00b) Late Goodbye in the end of the game was PotF's first single. My bf played the game and introduced me to the song. I did like it, but I didn't pay that much attention to it. However, Jaakko (my bf, for those of you who didn't know it yet) was quite fanboyish and bought PotF's first album Signs of Life as soon as it came out and made me listen to it. In no time, I did end up liking it quite a lot myself. We listened to SoL in the car so much when Jaakko got his driver's license. That was an awesome summer, we just drove around the city with the car windows' open and turned the volume up. Lift, Don't mess with me, Overboard, Illusion & Dream... we always argued over which one was the better song, 3am or Shallow. Jaakko insisted 3am, while I kept adoring Shallow. I always closed my eyes and sang along to that one.

Summer passed, and PotF fell to background. We were both excited whenever we heard their songs, cause for maybe the first time ever, we agreed about music. I genuinely loved a band that he loved maybe even a bit more. I remember numerous occasions when a PotF song was on radio and I explained to whoever was around me "Ooh, turn the volume up, listen! This band is mine and Jaakko's big favorite!". At least I said that to both mine and Jaakko's parents a couple of times...

We were young, and we lived in Kokkola, the city where nothing happened. And this is not just me being "OMG I LYEK TOTALLY HATE THIS CITY I USED TO LIVE IN, LYEK NOTHING EVER HAPPENED THERE LOLZ!" - but really, Kokkola, 35000 people, is a dying city. Young people move out to study in bigger cities, and the unemployment rate is bigger than my clothes size. There were no concerts or live-gigs, and we were a bit too young and especially too poor to travel to bigger cities to see any band live. So I never saw PotF, just listened to them at home quite a bit.

So, 2006, and Jaakko and Anna grow up enough to move to Oulu. One of the best things to ever happen in my life, I swear. PotF release the first single from the soon-to-come-out new album. I remember hearing Carnival of Rust for the first time - I was at work, driving from place A to place B, and I just heard this incredibly beautiful song in radio and immediately turned the volume up. I knew instantly it had to be PotF, I wasn't A FanGirl back then, but Marko's voice... yeah, no mistaking about it.

I stalked the radio from that on, skipping from one channel to another to hear CoR again. I wanted to close my eyes and sing along again, just like with Shallow. Needless to say, as soon as the new album came out, I rushed to the store to buy it. I listened to CoR, but for some insanely weird reason, I didn't listen to the rest of the album that much. At all, really.

But my love for PotF was still obviously big enough to make me buy expensive tickets to Qstock rock festival. I didn't give a crap about the other bands, but they had PotF. So I bought the tickets and sealed my fate. XD

Poets of the Fall in Qstock 2006 was... I'd say it blew me away. To borrow RPD's words, I think I've been partly unconscious since then. My feet have stayed far from touching the ground. The gig was amazing. The feeling in the front row was amazing. The looks Marko gave us - the front row girls -, the way the whole band took the audience, seriously. Best. Live. Band. EVER. That's when I sold my soul, crucified my wallet and gave up being a sensible almost-20-year-old. All for fangirling. All the way for Poets, as they say on the forums.

After Qstock, I could have killed to see them again live! I joined their forums, stumbled upon a long lost childhood friend of mine (funny coincidence ö_Ö), and we decided to make trip to Ähtäri, where PotF was playing 2 weeks after Qstock. In those two weeks, my fangirlism grew from tolerable to unbearable, nearing some sort of sweet insanity. XD (Mind you, if I was really insane, I wouldn't be writing about it. I would take it seriously.)

Ähtäri was either a mistake, or the smartest idea ever. I met some people from the forums there, which was nice. Fellow fangirls. Love for fellow fangirls. Oh who am I kidding, let me get to the gig-part already. So unlike in Qstock, by now I was a full-grown fangirl, knowing most of the songs by heart. PotF opened the night with Locking up the sun, as always, and needless to say, when Marko finally arrived on stage my smile could have cured AIDS and my eyes outshone the sun.

The place was small, surprisingly small for PotF, considering they're probably the biggest band in Finland atm, beating for example HIM, the Rasmus and Nightwish (go take a look at this Most Wanted Songs -list, for example http://www.yle.fi/ylex/index.php?id=1797 - YleX is a big Finnish radio station, probably the best in a sense when it comes to new music) so the stage was low, and even I really wasn't in the very first front row, I was still so close to Marko I could have touched him basically anytime. His hand did randomly touch mine 3 times during the gig, everytime feeling like another piece of my logical thinking was overwhelmed by fangirlism. That wasn't the best part though. Not even the second best. The second best was when during Carnival of Rust, he reached out for the audience and I reached back, and he grabbed my hand so omg-gently for a few seconds, singing the "Don't walk away, don't walk away, when the world is burning" -part of the song... I think I must have looked pretty much like this ´o______________o` and then, cause it's a sad-ish love song, he pulled back as if he was unable to reach me. I could have cried. Talk about fangirling.

But it was Don't mess with me that gave me the craziest "OMG WHO CARES ABOUT SANITY IM IN LOVE" -experience ever. I was singing along the song, duh, of course I was, and he, Marko, just happened to look at me and noticed me sing. I smiled, and he smiled back, climbed on this table/desk thing that was separating him from the audience, leaned over the front row to me, maybe 20 cm from my face, his eyes locked on mine, singing "Don't don't don't mess my hair, if all you do is fake it - don't don't don't say you care cos I could never shake it - don't don't don't mess with me" and I remember consciously thinking about the feeling I got, wondering if my heart was going to make it through that experience, my mind screaming something like "I AM SO MUCH IN LOVE, oh gawd I'm losing it so badly this time. LOSING IT. MAAAKOOOOAAAHHIIIH!" and after that, he bowed his head so I got to mess his hair. And stroke his stubble. Ssstubbleeee.... <333

See, even talking about this makes me all excited and giggly. And just to prove I was there, here are a few piccies http://irc-galleria.net/archive.php?nick=Cora&album_id=888878 Marko, Marko and this guy named Marko. <3

Maybe I left that place empty-minded (at least my brain was certainly empty of all rational thoughts), but certainly not empty hearted or empty handed. I got Marko's water bottle (ask nicely, that's the trick :P), bought two PotF shirts - a black one and a pink one. And since I felt lucky, I got lucky -> http://irc-galleria.net/view.php?nick=Cora&image_id=41797818 (the text says 'For Anna with gentle feelings'). Gentle feelings. <3

As soon as I got home I rushed to check PotF's tour calendar for more gigs. And it so happens, that my birthday is coming up as well, a lot of lucky coincidences happened, and it resulted in me getting the birthday trip of a lifetime. I'm going to Stockholm, Sweden with Jaakko on september 1st - and seeing PotF again. Check the happening out here http://www.bandit.se/ (I know, my Swedish is just as rusty as yours). We're coming back the next day, and omg guess what? We're going on yet another PotF gig in Harjavalta. XD So, my bd weekend will consist of a cruise to Sweden, meeting some awesome people, lot of traveling, Poets of the Fall and Poets of the Fall. Simply can't get better than that.

Is that enough of random blabbing to assure you all I'm still alive? ;D

I finally got started with the meme!

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/MidnightHawk1/Nineslineartsmall.jpg
Nines for Midnight Hawt the darling. x) I'd love to get this inked at some point but just a pencil sketch for now... (OMGSOWWYISUCK) <3
Whatever as long as Middeh likeys.

ADDED later: I guess I just felt too quilty for providing only a sketch, so here, I ended up coloring it too, trying something new again... x) http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/MidnightHawk1/Ninescolor.jpg

I'm still trying to find some technique with photoshop, something I could handle and something I'd be satisfied with... hopefully I'll stumble upong something like that at some point.