Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼 (kattidya) wrote,
Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼
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I had a dream where I was in some sort of a refugee camp for all kinds of teenagers and young adults who had been treated badly. It was a run- down brick fortress in the middle of a beautiful forest that was probably Finnish, judging from the moss and spruces and birches and firs.
The corridors were twisted like from some sort of a funhouse from an amusement park. There were lots of televisions and PlayStations, and in one room people could have concerts, there was always music blaring and people pogoing and rocking out and moshing.
There were stands that sold lace gloves and semi- precious gems, and in the dream I befriended a typical Jewish American valley girl, and despite that zie was a bit vain, zie was a kind and friendly person. Zie worried zie couldn't afford a pair of pink lace gloves with a purple gem button, and I decided to buy them and give them for hir, and zie was happy.
It was a nice dream.

I was having one really annoying dream; I was in Myyrmanni shopping center and I was bothered by two kids who looked like Zim and Dib from the cartoon Invader Zim. Dib gave me a walking cane and told me to beat hir with it, and I started beating hir but it only made hir grin stupidly. I was just having a dream where a punk rocker who looked like Joey Ramone told me to punch hir as hard as I can, and then my alarm clock rang.

It was half past eight o'clock in the morning, and I didn't mind getting up because the dreams were a bit silly, and I had been awake between the dreams and gone to the bathroom to change my pad; for some reason, this month I have had more menstrual flow than usual.

I took my morning medicine, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and dressed into the Paranoid baseball shirt and a pair of red Minnie Mouse pajama pants.

I forgot to mention that I was supposed to go to the parish in the Louhela church, because I was promised I would receive grocery coupons as a compensation since I had to buy the Museum card with my grocery money.

I went to an ATM machine in Myyrmanni shopping center (there are many ATM machines nearby outside the mall, but then again, I think it's safer to use one inside the mall where there are security cameras and guards, and outside the mall there could be pickpockets, robbers, drunkards and junkies who could mess with me) and printed my account statement.

I took a train to Louhela and went to the parish. The parish worker J.P. is a very nice and sociable person, zie always asks how am I doing and we talk about things like punk rock.

I took a train back to Myyrmäki, and went to S- Market to buy food with the coupons. I also bought a small bottle of sun protection lotion.

Once back home, I put the stuffs to their rightful places and applied the lotion into the nape of my neck.

I decided to change my clothes, so I put on a sunflower yellow blouse and a lemon- yellow dress.

It wasn't even noon yet, and I had planned to go hang out in Myöhätuuli, a hang out place for mentally ill people of all ages. I have been there before, I went to a hobby group for young adults. It's starting again next week.

I took a bus to Pähkinärinne and went to Myöhätuuli. I sat around writing into my diary and talking to people, but I didn't feel like staying long because one of the councelors was a bit nasty and an old man, who wasn't actually a creep, just a bit silly, kept on bothering me with hir questions.

I took a bus back to Myyrmäki, once home I washed a load of laundry, and ironed my hand towels, some clothes, and a Hello Kitty pillowcase. I also rolled up the carpet and took it to the balcony.

Later the day I went to hang out in Myyrmanni, and ran into a friend who was having ice cream with hir child. I greeted and hugged hir.

I took a bus to Helsinki, me and Suavecita were going to a free concert. We met in our favorite shop which has become our meeting place. We took a few selfies in the fitting room, went to a burger joint where zie had a tortilla meal and I had fries and a coffee frappé.

We walked to Arkadia, I noticed an art museum named Taidehalli. I decided to go there tomorrow.

The concert was held in a book shop named Arkadia. One of the musicians was a long time friend of Suavecita, a trans man named Roki. We hugged each other, took photos, paid compliments to other people (I told a girl with long black hair with emerald green tips that hir hair made hir look like a mermaid), petted a dog who shook paws with us.

The book shop was an amazing place, they sold all kinds of books, old and new, used and new, and also DVDs and LPs.

The concert was held in a small room about the size of my apartment. There was vegan pizza, licorice, and chocolate.

Roki's band sang about environmentalism. The next performer was a rap duo of two women, they sang about anti- sexism and women's rights and stuff like that. I really enjoyed my time.

After the concert, we took more photos, drank coffee, talked and laughed, and the dog we had been petting started barking at us, and its owner told us that it was an old and ill dog and it probably had had enough excitement.

Me and Suavecita went to Alko to buy tequila for hir, and once in the train back to Vantaa we talked about going to Joensuu to visit Roki.
We also talked about roller derby, Suavecita said hir roller derby name could be “Molly Poppins”. I could be “Minna Cunt”, named after the famous Finnish author and suffragette Minna Canth.

Once in Vantaankoski, I hugged Suavecita and zie patted me on my head. Zie drove back home in hir car, and I decided to take a train home because in the nearest bus stop there were stoned fuckboys.
After waiting for the train, I heard an announcement that the train has been delayed. I walked to Martinlaakso bus station and took a bus to Myyrmäki.

Once home, I took my meds, washed my hair with a rose- scented shampoo, blogged, and then went to bed. I felt tired, but happy.
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