Planning is Futile
So taking the computer out of the office did not go as planned. I packed it, carried it, and left it at Tarja's apartment in order to run errands in town. While perusing the racks in Stockman, a department store, we were joined by Pekka. One thing led to another, and we headed directly to Naantali. So basically I've learned that taking the computer out of the office is a complete waste of time, as I never end up using the damn thing when I drag it home. Not that any of this is interesting, but I'm in a talkative mood, and there's no water cooler gang to torture.
Symbolism people. This is the story of my life. I can't plan too far in advance, as things have a tendency to deviate from shedule. The results of which aren't always such a bad thing. In fact, they're often fantastic. Ok, so last night was nothing special to write home about, but it was just plumb ole nice. We ate, talked, chit chatted, and did the Brady Bunch thing. I went to bed at a decent hour, and played with all of my new pharmacy purchases. Was that bad? No. Does my skin feel fabulous? Yes. Are my nails are tarted up? Yup. You get the picture. I'm spending my summer in Finland. And that's enough.
And now you know why it's taking me ages to write. But I'm working on it today, as my parents arrive Sunday.
21 days and counting down to my departure. Weird. As now I can comfortably discern the difference between hepo and heippa. As I learned from Viljam, who is wise at the age of 2, hepo means horse. He kept calling me that the last time I was in Espoo. Endearing only because he's sooooo cute (and that I do not look like Hillary Swank and that he was carrying around a picture of a horse), I realized I had been saying 'horse' instead of 'goodbye' for ages. The depths of my mispronunciation brings new meaning to off-key. Yowzer.
posted by irene @ 8/08/2002 02:51:00 AM
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