Oof. I just had the scare for the day. In getting ready to hit the 'post and publish' icon, I somehow hit a weird mac combination of keys which took me to another site (Mactopia). For about 3 minutes I was convinced that everything I just wrote had disappeared. Thankfully, no.
So writing in this blogger thing is weird. As much as I mocked Trisha and company (sorry guys;) it does kind of make sense. [I found it odd that people who see each other on a regular basis were expecting these same friends to regularly checkin to hear updates. Now I understand the immediate sharing component inherent to blogging (Dad: online diary).] Right now my connected time is significantly much more limited than it was in the states. Writing email to each of my friends seems like an incredibly daunting task when I'm so far behind. The coursework from *** is killing me, and it took me well over a week to ditch the jet lag. Waa waa waa. As my father recently said,"Cry me a river. Stop complaining about the keyboards, and for god's sake learn some Finnish." (Thanks Dad:)
What I do find weird is the public nature of it. Presumably you're reading this in response to an email I sent you notifying you of the URL. In order to receive the mail, you'd have to be in my close circle of friends. Most of you have some idea of what I'm up to, and are more or less familiar with my cast of characters. But not all of you. And now I'm just jumping into the middle of a million stories. I'll try and backtrackwhen I can, but if there's anything that's confusing, ask over mail, and I'll provide more detail. Somethings are better left unsaid. (Actually, a lot of things are, but my brain loses control of the edit function on a regular basis;)
I am in the most beautiful part of the world and very appreciative of the time outside of NYC. (Especially this morning when I watched the DW channel to learn about the dirty bomb plot Ashcroft intercepted. Whatever. It's all a plot to make the American population less angered at the madness and disorganization of our 'leaders'. If I have to see one more shot of Georgie smiling like a dumb ass and saying something stupid I'm going to scream. For my first few days in FIN, the news media kept running the same clip of G Bush, and then poking fun at his comment about 'oh, you have Blacks in your country too?'. What is wrong with the leader of the free world? Oh, psh. I'll be quiet now.)
After I've had a chance to catch up, I'll scoop some of the dirtier dirt where my parents won't be so horrified. Tee hee.
Funny / Interesting tidbit of news: Jukka and the Georgian guy are aware of my entry to FIN. A bit of background information if you will...
1) there was the sad attempt at an apology via email from Jukka. (For those of you who missed that, suffice it to say the boy made a complete ass of himself years ago and then sent a short email 4 years later to apologize. Right.)
2) in a drunken state, I responded via text messaging (never a good idea to drunk dial, but somehow I convinced myself 'it was the right thing to do'. kick me in the ass, and twist my rubber arm for drinking at a picnic in Mikkeli. Oh! That's another place I've been. And been overfed by Pekka's parents. Hmm. More on that later.)
3) David was the guy who ruined the remainder of my only trip to St. Petersburg...by getting into a fight with another guy in our travel group and somehow falling through an incredibly expensive double-paned window in our hotel. David was also forever trying to get into my pants. Handsome , but definitely a player. Once he slept with the ho-ish one from Seattle I wrote him off, and refused to even acknowledge him. He was uber annoying after ahile.
4) David is apparently in HEL with Jukka (D staying at a hotel for part of the week), but in cahoots with the BBA group.
(BBA is my reference to the exchange program I did in Mikkeli at the end of college.)
5) Jukka returned the text message by calling back the phone that sent the message. (Tarja's phone). Since Tarja is in HEL right now, she kindly informed me via a call last night of the message he wished to convey. I should call him, or else he's going to keep calling me until I answer. Allrighty. Lemme add that one to my priority list.
Henkka informed me of the BBA reunion that Jukka is organizing in HEL for Wednesday or Thursday. The whole thing is entirely too funny, because I have little inclination to forgive (ever), hang out with BBA 9's (when I primarily know BBA 8's and 7's), and meet whoever Jukka's new girlfriend is. Grrr. Whatever. (Although I do feel a tad bit guilty for having a laugh at Jukka's expense last week. Henkka and I guzzled whiskey, cider and beer in an unprecedented display of drunkeness and rowdy behavior. Tarja came home to find two very inebriated folk sharing sloppy stories. Abbreviating the story, a correlation was made between Jukka and wet mushy marshmellos. I am going to hell. Darn.)
Pause for coffee jolt.
posted by irene @ 6/11/2002 02:20:00 AM
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