I'm gonna tell you a story about a thing that happened to me now..

There probably comes a time like this for every uterus owner. The same fear that defies all the logic and knowledge takes over and you can't get over it until you do that one thing. That one, simple thing. You pee on the stick.

Yes, I am talking of that moment when you think you might be pregnant even if you couldn't be. Even if you don't want to. And even if you're on the pills and/or have used some other contraception, you still think that you're most probably pregnant. And why? Well, because you have ALL the symptoms (which you actually don't, since it's individual for everyone and you are probably lying to yourself).

The whole thing goes like this:

First you start getting hungrier and seem to be more tired. It could all be because of your new medication, but it could not, okay?
Then one day you feel sick for no reason, and even if you don't throw up, you still think that there has to be SOMETHING.
And then your boyfriend/girlfriend/someone accidentally touches your boobs a bit too hard, and it hurts like it's never hurt before.
Periods? Well, you either get them TOO soon or you don't get them on That Day (aka they're late). Whichever, the point is that suddenly your periods are SOMEHOW ABNORMAL.
Oh gosh, let us not forget the peeing. You are going for a pee all the time. No, it can't be because you've been drinking more than usual.

So conclusion? You are pregnant. You have the bun in the oven. No, it doesn't matter whether the last time you had sex was over 3 months ago and/or you are using somekind of birth control. You. Are. Most. Likely. Pregnant.

Now, you panic. You try to tell yourself that you can not be pregnant, you tell the reasons why not, you try to be logical with yourself but still... the panic takes over.

So now you are anxious, because, against all odds, you are pregnant... but you still want to 100% sure, so what do you do?

You go to the store or drugstore, and get a freaking pregnancy test (which never are 100% sure so I don't know why you even bother...) while acting all awkward at the counter.
You get home, you lock yourself into the toilet. In there you quickly open the package, read the instructions (which you already knew thanks to oh-so-many movies where the same thing happens), and then you pee on that motherfucking stick.

And then you wait.

And after few minutes that line that yells "NEGATIVE" appears.
And you let out the most freaking loudest, relieved sigh.
Because congrats fucker, you are not pregnant and you just overreacted.

Unless that test is positive and you freak out... But this is another story for someone who's actually experienced this to tell.

I am glad that I got to share this story with you all.
Stay human and blog ya later~

Living with hypothyroidism.

Someone might remember my post about living with anxiety and depression. Well since that's not the only illness I actually battle with daily, I thought I'd write about something else that affects my life quite a lot. And to "celebrate" the fact that I had to go for blood tests once again :D

Long post once again, so read more under the cut!

Whoa, okay.

My cousin reminded me the other day that I haven't posted anything here for a LONG time. So this is an "I'm okay and this is what has happened since the last time"-post. This might get long, so bear with me.

Last time (aka last two posts before this one) I wrote about wanting to cosplay again and that I was getting an apartment.

So yeah...

Well first of all last year was kind of a clusterfuck for me. In the beginning of the year I lost my mummi (grandma from mother's side in this case), was super heartbroken about it for a long time, since she was really important to me. I applied to Theatre Academy, but didn't even get invited to the entrance examination, since I "didn't have enough work experiene in theatre". Mind you, I had graduated at the end of the previous year. I had a hard time getting an apartment and generally a big amount of people were making my life harder one way or another. Different parties (not political ones) wanted money from me all the time and I just had none.

Then magic happened. I was informed I was getting an apartment, and I also decided to adopt a dog from Kulkurit Ry (a group that rescues dogs from the streets in Romania and Estonia). She is the most adorable thing ever, even she is a bit... special sometimes.

Her name is Aurica and she saves my life every day. She is mixed with who know how many breeds and is approximately 1,5 years now. Since she's a rescue, we don't know what her real age is. Nor what breeds she has in her. She arrived to Finland from Romania on the night between 27th and 28th of June. That's also when we celebrate her birthday :D

In the beginning of June I went to Desucon, which revived my urge to cosplay. Soon enough I had my own cosplay page on FB x) But we'll get back to that later.

Quite soon after Desucon I started dating... well "dating". Okay, I got myself a boy. By the end of June we were "officially dating". We're still together, which is surprising since I usually last for only 5 months in a relationship...

So things were going okay. I went to Birmingham for a Teen Wolf event, met my friends there, had fun, got told I look like Natalie Dormer, came back. Went to Ropecon, had an amazing time as usual. Went to Tubecon and met some really cool people and made new friends. Went to Mikkeli with Rafiki, had a blast.
In September I went to Tracon where I was a judge in a cosplay skit competition, had fun and made new friends. Still wanted to cosplay, but had no money. But then I got a job as a youth leader!?!?

Okay, at this point things were going a bit too well for me, so something had to come and mess up my life, right?

And it did. I was supposed to start working in the beginning of November, but got informed that it wasn't possible. For a week or two I was angry and disappointed, but somehowe I got a message saying that hey, I can start working in December! I was to become a youth leader with children's theatre group. And everything was good again. I even decided to do Sailor Pluto for a convention and started the cosplay page I mentioned earlier.
So things are going well, I have an apartment, I have a god, I have a job, I have a boyfriend, and I have hobbies that I like (parapara, cosplay and games)... so what could possibly go wrong?
Well, since you've probably noticed, I can't do well or be happy for a long time without something shitty happening. Well, in the beginning of December I lost my mummu (grandma from father's side in this case). And of course I got sad and a lot of random things started making me anxious (especially people).

I did continue my life and kept doing things I liked. I liked my work (still do!), got into cosplay and making Sailor Pluto and one day in late December as I was on a walk with Aurica, I realised that it's completely okay to let go of the "shitty" people in my life. If they are not good for me, if they always make me feel more bad than good, I can just leave them behind and say no to them.

Since the beginning of this year, things have been quite okay. I do get depressed every now and then, but that's how the illness works, and I'm doing my best on those days.
I went to Yukicon in January, where I wore my Sailor Pluto costume on stage, as I hosted Nordic Cosplay Championship preliminaries and the photoshoot contest.We even held a panel about cosplay skit making with Elina and Miro.

Photo by Santtu Pajukanta.

Once again I met some really cool people, made new friends and had a blast.

I've been working a lot, but good thing is that it's fun and I get to do a lot of different stuff. I also found out that I kinda own land in Pelkosenniemi x) Though I am going to sell it as soon as I get all the papers sorted out, since I don't really do anything with it, and don't have money to keep it in the long run.

Anyway, that's pretty much the past... eight (?) months. I actually have to work tomorrow (TODAY), so I gotta go to bed now. 

I'll try to be more active here, but I don't have much time or energy after work so I'll see what I can do x)

Stay human! Blog ya later~

Hey there!

Once again I haven't written in ages and I have no reasons or excuses. I just haven't felt like writing anything here. But, I'll try to explain shortly what's happened.

Quite soon after returning from England my life started going down. Like... DOWN.
I was able to do various stuff for a while, but then I started losing that as well. I've had so much trouble and anxiety over various things these past 7 months it's ridiculous.

My medication (anti-depressant and anxiety one) got raised. I managed to get some appointments with a psychiatric nurse, but she wasn't that helpful so when I (completely accidentally) missed one appointment and she didn't call me back (at all), I just decided that I'd rather not see her again.
Then I got diagnosed with anaemia as well.
So pretty much from the beginning of this year, I've been taking 3 kinds of meds. For my mental health problems, hypothyroidism, and anaemia.
SO FUN. (Not.)
The best part? I still don't have an apartment (for NO good reason), no job (I've applied to various), and I'm just... in the point of giving up.

Then yesterday something heartbreaking happened. And in a way it kinda... while it was world-stopping, at the same time I kinda realised that I got to keep trying.
Right now I'm still hurting (mentally and physically) so much, but... I guess I'll survive.

Anywhoo, in order to NOT make this a post about how I dislike life and people, I'll just show you what I bought today to cheer me up from all of what's happened lately. Hehe.

TADAH!

Okay, so in truth I just went to Sokos to get a hair treatment, but ended up getting all that. Whoops.

Lumene: Radiant Touch cleanser and toner

These have been my favourite face products lately. I just really like how they make my skin feel and look like. ( I also have the Radiant Touch face scrub. The whole family! ) And then I saw these two bottles, with +50% extra, and on discount... well... Whoops. I'm hoarding these.

Aussie: 3 Minute Miracle Colour Mate Deep Treatment.

That's a mouthful...

So I did get what I wanted as well. Good thing it was on discount too, because Aussie is ridiculously expensive in Finland. The same bottle is about £5 in England (~6,20€) where as in Finland this is 13-14€ normally. I paid 11,50€. I know, such a huge discount. Not.

You can all bet your asses that I'll be hoarding Aussie stuff when I go to England in July...

We Care Icon: Body Scrub - Love Story

These guys have 3 different body scrubs. Tropical Wind (which I've tried and it smells so good), Love Story (the one I got just now), and Fresh Spirit (which I'm gonna try after Love Story).

Right now I have a feeling that I will prefer Tropical Wind over Love Story, because of the smell, but we'll see. I doubt that they'll feel that different, and the Tropical Wind one was at least gentle, but good. I wasn't meant to get this one either but... discount. Whoops.

Shower cap!

Last but not least (?!) I got myself a shower cap. They weren't on discount, so I got myself the cheapest one. This actually smells like a beach balloon, so I assume it's made out of similar material. But this is gonna make my life so much easier. Yes.

Hmmm. That's about it.

I'll update again when I feel like it, but don't stay on your toes. It might take a while :(

Till then, stay human!

Back to Finland, but so lost

Time to get my blog (and life!?) in shape.

I just deleted a bunch of blogs I used to follow, since they haven't updated in AGES.
Next I'll start to envision a new look for my blog, which is something I was supposed to do AGES ago.

I really need to get a hold of my life blog, this is getting ridiculous :'D

Moving!

Hey you all beautiful and gorgeous people!

I am going to make a "Good Skin 101" post soon-ish, but definitely not this week, and probably not next week, since, as some of you know, I'm moving back to Finland this week, which means next week is pretty much me running around Helsinki, trying to sort stuff out and get some money, maybe apply for a job or two.

And not this week, because I'm supposed to be packing and cleaning, but my room looks like this at the moment:

Messy room is messy. Whoops?

Part of the kitchen 

I'm supposed to get those boxes to Finland somehow, and that's not even all the boxes! :'D
I might ask my friend, if I can leave everything that I can't fit at hers, and then just ask her to send stuff to me whenever I get some money.

I'm taking only two bags into the plane with me (plus hand baggage of course); the blue one you see in the lower photo and a smaller one, which is FULL of clothes at the moment (and still weighs only 11 kg or so, but can't fit much more).

The rest I'll hopefully be able to get when I come back for graduation.

But yeah, I'm gonna go melt now, because it's 28C outside, and at least 30C inside, and I am just NOT created for over 20C temperatures.

Stay human and blog ya later~

Phew.

I am not going to lie. My life has been a stressful mess lately and I've nearly given up a few times, but here I am!

In the past month and a bit more that I haven't updated, there's been two dance competitions that us Saints (to whom I'm the treasurer fot) participated, so organising costumes, buses etc. for those took some time, I found out that someone I know has leukaemia and of course my lectures started again so they take their time, on top of all the dance rehearsals, which I have Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays... Last two weeks I also spent campaigning in our Students' Union's elections, and I got quite sick and am still trying to get better. I've barely slept (until last night), and I've been eating SO badly it's ridiculous.

Of course now I'll be concentrating on my dissertation and coursework more than usual, so I can't promise any exciting, regular updates.
What I AM doing, is planning a new background etc for the blog so that's exciting I guess :'D

Anyway, I'll need to go and pretend to do some actual work now so I wish all you readers, who've stuck with me through all these breaks, the best!
Stay human and blog ya later~

Sad Sutina is sad.

Also, Saints' theme for a certain charity night-out was "Japanese" so that is what happened.

Airport blogging!

Yes, I am on my way back to Worcester.
Yes, I got bored in Amsterdam.

My hair's a mess D:

Talking about hair, as I went through the passport control the two guys there just went "You changed your hair!" and for a while I thought they remembered me from last time, but then they showed me my picture on the screen (which they had gotten because I went through the automatic machine-thingy that takes passports with chips) and it was my actual, colourful passport picture :D
Had I known they'd be comparing, I would've smiled more for the camera at the passport control x)

I also wish I would've been able to take the earlier flight which would be leaving about now... but nooooo... they gave me the later one which means that I might have to (most probably) spend my night Birmingham International. It wouldn't be the first time, but it's not nice either.
And if I do... well, I'll keep you all updated.

But I think I'm getting to my gate now so stay human and blog ya later~!

Happy birthday to me!

I'm at a lecture, but our lecturer's not here. YET. He's SUPER late, just FYI.

So what better way to spend time than snap some webcam pictures!

This is what I look like on this... fine day.

Oh yeah, I dyed my hair orange a few days ago, but it's faded a bit since... Gotta redye xD

...

Well, stay human and blog ya later!

(Personal rant) Slut shaming

Hello,
this will be one of those “Sushi rants about stuff, AGAIN”-posts , so you’re warned. This post also contains a great amount of swear words.

This time I’d like to talk about something that’s been a topic amongst with some people I know: slut shaming.

Let’s start with the Oxford Dictionary definition of slut:

Slut  Pronunciation: /slʌt/

Definition of slut

noun

derogatory

             1 a woman who has many casual sexual partners.

             2 dated a woman with low standards of cleanliness.

Derivatives

sluttish

adjective

sluttishness

noun

slutty

adjective

Don’t know what derogatory means? Well, let Oxford Dictionary define that for you too:

Definition of derogatory

adjective

•   showing a critical or disrespectful attitude:

Now, let me highlight the word DISRESPECTFUL. Because that’s what it is. Calling someone a slut is disrespectful. In other words it’s NOT a nice thing. Nor a good one.

Hmmm, now then... let me define the word slut shaming for you. This is a relatively new concept so it hasn’t been included in the Oxford Dictionary yet, so you’ll have to do with a general definition. And I’ll give you the short version:

Slut shaming or slut-bashing

•     shaming/attacking a female for being sexual, sexually active, having sexual feelings, or having multiple partners

Mind you, this also often includes attacking/shaming a female because of how they dress. Sometimes you can’t even hear the word SLUT, but you just know that it’s slut shaming.

As a young woman who is (kind of) a feminist, and who believes in equal rights and opportunities, slut shaming is something I detest. Unfortunately, it’s something I meet repeatedly and usually from a friend’s mouth.
For example I had a friend complaining about why he can’t get a girl (even for a one night), and when I asked what kind of girl he wanted, he happened to say (and this is an exact quote):
“A very attractive not slutty tall brunette?”
Of course I went on an immediate rant about how that just shows why he’s not getting any, and explained him the concept of slut shaming. And as he was basing his standards on a girl’s looks, he was obviously implying at the way a girl would dress
.

That does not make me happy.
I mean, what the fuck does it matter to you how someone dresses, especially to a nightclub? If you see a woman in revealing clothes, is she clearly a slut? NO. Does it mean that she most probably wants to have sex (desperately)? NO. Does it mean that she gives out to everyone? NO.
But that’s what most men (and even women) seem to think whenever they see a female dressed in short skirt or showy top.
Have you ever thought that they decided to wear that because they wanted to? That it made them feel and look good? No, you probably haven't.

Do you see now how RIDICULOUS it is? Guys can seemingly dress however the fuck they want, but “Ugh, she’s such a slut” the second she’s not covering herself completely. And I HATE, absolutely HATE the fact that guys seem to immediately think a girl wants them if they’re wearing barely any clothes.

JUST NO.

Secondly... WHY THE FUCK DO YOU TWIST YOUR PANTIES JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE, A FEMALE, HAS LOTS OF SEX OR MULTIPLE PARTNERS? What the heck does it matter to you?
Is it REALLY that bad that someone’s sexually active or has a high sex drive and ACTS on it?

Now to a hypothetical situation (which unfortunately I've found to have happened although this scenario is exaggerated):

James decided to sleep with the whole swimming team. “Oh, what a lad. What a legend!” says his friends.
Marie decided to sleep with the whole lacrosse team. “Oh, she’s such a slut. She sleeps around,” says the boys AND the girls.

EXCUSE ME? Double standards anyone? So once again it’s okay for men to sleep with whoever they want, however much they want, whenever they want, BUT the second, OH MY CHUCK,  a female does this, she’s a slut?!

As far as I know, pleasure is for everyone who wants it. Pleasure should be for all, not just for men.

Why has society (coughwhitemencough) set boundaries to how women should dress and behave sexually, while men seem to be able to do what they please, and express their desires AND tell about them? Women need to have a reason, like love of marriage, to have sex? Sorry, but not in my fucking vicinity. If you do slut shame when I’m there, you can go fuck yourself.

I mean honestly, you can get a complete virgin, asexual, WHOEVER, dressed provocatively and suddenly you’re allowed to call them a slut? NU-UH. Think again. Actually, do you even KNOW them? And even if you do know them, why the FUCK do you call them a slut just because they dress differently or have sex more than you and tell you about it?

Did you know that there are more different words for a woman who sleeps around than for a man who sleeps around? And whereas most of the words for women are often rude and belittling (such as slag, hussy, doll or wench), the words for men are not nearly as bad (Casanova, Romeo, ladies’ man, gigolo...)? Well, now you know.

Basically... ANY female is in danger of being slut shamed... and OH MY FUCKINGCHUCK DON’T LET ME START ON VICTIM BLAMING THAT FOLLOWS SLUT SHAMING...
“Well, she was obviously begging for it because the way she dressed.”

UGH. UGH. UGH.

And don’t even try to start the “But men get called sluts as well,” shit on me. BECAUSE it is NOT used as often OR in the same way people use it on women. When you call a man a slut, it’s most probably because of his habit, unlike with women where the word is mostly used to degrade them completely.

So I would like you to look into the mirror, or just go into your head and ask yourself “Do I slut shame?” and if the answer is “Yes”, then ask yourself “Why the fuck do I do it? Do I really need to do it? Am I insecure? Does bashing someone else make me feel better?” Have you ever thought HOW much it could harm someone?
Ask this. Especially if you’re a female yourself.
I get called a hussy and a slut just because I know lot of representatives of the male sex. I have friends, who are men. Yes, does that make me a slut? Well, as far as I know, I've never slept with them NOR charged them for sexual service so... you can be the judge. But still people like to call me those names.

If you are a woman, WHY do you do it? Aren’t we oppressed enough? Do you REALLY fucking need to oppress another woman just because of their sex drive or the way they dress? Have you ever realised, that it’s just a thing that men want... women fighting over their approval? I think the men have already too much power, we don’t need to give them this as well.

I think that it’s time to stop bashing other females and request equality from society (coughwhitemencough). We live in a rape culture where slut shaming and victim blaming happens constantly. And it is DISGUSTING. Let’s do something about it!'

This has been a rant, blog ya later!

Now go out, and be sluts.

Which task to tackle first..?

Who the heck thought it'd be a great idea to be a treasurer for Dance Society, an officer for International Committee, start dissertation early, do some extra dancing alongside of dance and all the coursework?!?
Oh yeah, I did.

In other words, I'm struck with a busy period, where I'm supposed to write a 2000 word report for Friday, apparently also make a big info packet/stall about Finland (for World Festival we're organising), organise a treasure hunt for Saturday (also for World Festival), sort out kit money for dance (which is going to be happening all over the week), start working on my practical for independent study, and so on...

SO. I'll be back to blogging as soon as I can, which will hopefully be after this weekend!

ERMAHGERD FRESHERS’ WEEK!

Hello once again.
This time I’ll shortly tell you about Freshers’ Week, when I volunteered for SU’s Freshers’ Crew once again, and spent a lot of time meeting new people and partying. I'll be back to "serious" blogging soon.

It started on 15^th and finished on 22^nd of September. During this time I went out every night, apart from that last Saturday. I also volunteered/worked on most of the days, so you can bet your sweet ass I was a tired, emotional mess by the end of that. But it was SO much fun.

The first night out that I actually have photo proof of, was on Sunday (16th) when there was an event called Circus Sunday.
Now, I had done a make-up design quite some time ago inspired by Kid Cudi’s The Ruler and the Killer.

Here’s the design in question.

And since it was a Circus Sunday, and my costume was darkly coloured anyway, I thought it’d be a perfect opportunity for me to try the design in question for the first time.

This is what it turned out like:

Eyes open.

Eyes (nearly) closed.

And here you can see my costume for the night:

I look... funny x)

The second night out was... A RAVE.
Well, an UV Party on Monday to which I boringly enough wore a white top, short orange shorts (these ones), and slapped yellow, orange and blue make-up accompanied with bright pink lips.
There is ONE picture of me from that night, but I look ridiculous in it so I’m NOT showing it to you x)

Tuesday was my day off from volunteering, but I still couldn’t stay away from the party, and so I joined my friends at the Bavariafest in the evening.
I don’t even drink alcohol, but singing drinking songs along the band and watching others taking part in drinking games was fun. The band was a Bavarian Oompah Band and they really got everyone going :D It was great fun, although I didn’t stay too long since I had a morning shift the next day.

On Wednesday we had the very first social night, where all the societies welcomed their new members. We (the dancers aka Saints) had a “scribble social” where everyone took an ordinary, blank, white t-shirt or top, some markers and asked people to write on them.
I gotta say that my t-shirt didn’t survive from the rude comments, and a lot of people were trying to claim their ownership over me on  my t-shirt... Someone wrote “Isaac was here 2012”, but I gotta admit that I don’t even know this Isaac.
But once again, I had fun and it was a great night with the new puppies of the dance society.

I wasn’t supposed to work on Thursday, BUT I somehow ended up going to the Uni and helping out by standing there in my Freshers’ Crew t-shirt.

Me with Louise, another Freshers’ Crewster that was ACTUALLY working that day x) Photo by Paul Beard, our awesome SU photographer.

That night I went to the Foam Party. I went to one last year as well, but this time I decided to take part in it. The foam was all the way to my knees, my friend Josie and I were SOAKED, our hairs were a mess, but we had fun. We even met two non-students and I named one of them Chin, because he looked part Hawaiian and refused to be called Kono or Keahu.

Josie and I BEFORE the foam attacked us. Photo by Donston Powell at Tramps.

Getting soaked and getting my ballerina flats horrendously smelly (they smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, soap and all kinds of things)? WORTH IT. Who knew foam parties could be so much fun!?

Friday... Friday, Friday, Friday.
I did not have a shift on Friday. But I spent the day getting ready for the night and Freshers’ Premier (which is always supposed to be a bit fancier with champagne etc. involved).
At this point, I have to back up a bit in time.

Mari-liis, the extremely kind person she is, had forced me to order this specific dress from Forever Unique. Fine, she didn’t FORCE me, but she did show it to me and I bet she KNEW I would feel the need to order it, so that’s the same as forcing, right?
Anyway, it was one of the most prettiest and cutest dresses I had ever seen and apparently “so me” that I couldn’t resist ordering it EVEN if the last size was 8 (I’m usually a 10 or a 12). And it was the last dress of that colour they had. So I ordered it, and waited for it to arrive so I could check if it actually fits.
The dress had actually arrived on Tuesday, and of course I opened the packet immediately to see if it was as beautiful live as it was in pictures.

I screamed when I saw the packet.

Then I screamed a bit more.

Then I actually opened it:

And screamed even more because OF THE COLOURS AND EVERYTHING.

Then I took it out and found these on the bottom:

Extra tulle and sparkles!!!

And then I FINALLY put it on (and screamed some more):

Front (duh?).

Back.

Because it fit me!!!

So that was my dress for Friday sorted.
When Friday arrived, I felt like a princess so I made myself look like one:

My boobs look small...

I think two pictures were taken of me at the Premier before I got just too emotional about stuff and started crying in the VIP area just before my friends dragged me into a photo with the Loveable Rogues.
Thankfully enough, in that photo there is this random, pink effect on my face and over one of the band members, so no one can see my red eyes.

Otherwise it was quite a good night and a great finish to the long week.
I slept like a baby on Saturday and Sunday, gathering my energy for the following week, which meant lecturers, dance rehearsals, and all kinds of exciting things.

Now, here’s the last nail polish sample!. Well, the last before I show you the NEW polishes I got:

Flormar Supershine Miracle Colors U09.

U09 with Flormar Matifying top-coat.

And that’s it about my extremely interesting life this time. Stay human, and blog ya later!

Oh! Here’s the song that inspired my eye make-up design:

PS. YOU SHOULD MOST PROBABLY VOTE FOR OBAMA IF YOU CAN.

Memories of one summer

So a bit more about my summer break, because I’m starting to get busy with third year and I’d like to remind myself about some of the cool/silly things that happened during the break...

Ropecon

Preeetty much the highlight of each year. One weekend of barely sleeping (and sleeping on hard floors), eating whatever, playing games, meeting new people, LARPing, hanging out... it’s just SO much fun and I love doing it.
This year I participated as a performer (for a second year in row)... well, only thing I did was some Bujinkan (Japanese martial art):
Once again we played games, swam, and ate a lot:

Granted, it was more of a... showy show than pure demonstration x)

Otherwise it was our little gang hanging, playing and enjoying the gala...:

Awesome costumes from a LARP at the gala~

And some other happenings. It was AWESOME.

Our same little group also spent a weekend at our friend Anna’s house in Mikkeli (the five of us have this nickname Rafiki).

This is not all the food we had...

We actually bought so much food that the four of us who had travelled to Mikkeli, ended up dragging some of the food back to Helsinki with us. But once again, it was one super awesome weekend~

I also went to meet my girls with Mari-liis at our friend Heini’s place. I missed them so, and it was really good to see them. They also enjoyed their presents:

Bella and Tara ♥

Don’t worry. Tara’s eyes are ALWAYS red. And Bella always looks like that. Shocked x)

They also got a cucumber from me, so I guess they were fat and content after my visit... I spoil them.

The day after I had been at Heini’s to see Bella and Tara, I went to get a tattoo:

The day after getting the tattoo done.

It’s from a photo my dad took YEARS ago. It was quite of an impromptu decision to take this tattoo, but I had been visiting my relatives earlier in the summer and had gotten a bunch of my dad’s photos he had taken when he was still alive, and for some reason this one just stuck with me:

This is not the full photo, but you see the bird and the clouds.

It was a family friend who did my tattoo, so I was in safe hands and felt relaxed and happy even though I was going through bad withdrawal symptoms from my depression/anxiety medication (NEVER again).

We also had a small photoshoot with Rafiki on that day, so I one of our pictures has all our legs, with my right ankle wrapped in cream and cling film :D

This is what the tattoo looks nowadays (healed):

Not as brutally red and bruised anymore :'D

Soon enough after that (and I had gotten emergency medication for my withdrawal) I had to leave Mari-liis’ comfortable couch behind me and head back to England to Danni’s spare room x)

And then it was just the matter of derping around and dressing like a wannabe-hipster-something:

Featuring Danni's living room.

Also, decorating my backpack for the coming university year:

Few inside jokes and then quotes from two TV shows. But which TV shows? ;D

And most importantly moving to our new flat and going out until Freshers’ Week started, and I was actually expected to do something...

So yeah, that’s my summer break in a nutshell... I guess it was more eventful than I remembered x)

Now, have another nail polish sample that I promised:

OPI Teal the Cows Come Home. 

Two layers of Teal the Cows Come Home alone. If I use only one layer, the colour's not deep enough for my liking.

Left hand.

With Silver Shatter. I accidentally used too much on my middle finger and pinkie and it didn't shatter as well as I would've liked :I

Right hand.

I managed to do this hand better... well, the two fingers x)

That’s it for this time, once again I ask you to stay human, and I’ll blog ya later! 

P.S.

If you are an American and CAN vote, I suggest you really vote for Obama. Just btw. Especially if you are an American woman. I could elaborate WHY, but that post would be too long.

Whoops.

Seriously. I have been TOO lazy to update my blog. And to be honest, not much has happened.
I spent two months in Finland, doing basically nothing but just nesting, watching TV and hanging out with people.

Now I have a small amount of things to show and tell, but for now, you just need to be happy with a little (though ultimately serious) preview:

So that, and way more (?) stuff coming up as soon as possible, so stay tuned, stay human and blog ya later~!