I hated it when I attended the business college, I had to get up each morning at half past five o’clock, make my bed, take my medicine, brush my teeth, have a wash, pick up a clean and neat outfit, cook a healthy breakfast and eat it... especially when it was dark and murky and cold outside, not to mention if it rained, I simply couldn't get my brain to work .
It does me no good when I am woken up in the middle of my deepest dream cycle, and have to get up and start being productive and responsible. Just like many mentally challenged students and workers know, it simply does not work that way.
I had a nightmare where I somehow ended up in an airport right in the middle of nowhere in Lapland, and desperately tried to scrounge up enough cash for a ticket back home.
What made the dream even more unpleasant was that I realized it was a dream, but I still didn’t wake up. I kept on running from one place to another and actually tried to pinch my arm, but still wouldn’t wake up.
In another dream I was in Kangasala where my grandmother lives, I was walking peacefully along a lakeshore and someone was following me with bad intentions.
In another dream I was visiting Rautalampi, and the streets were running with blood- red lava.
Probably the nicest dream was the crossover between Doctor Who and Lord of the Rings where Gandalf the Grey gave me the One Ring and told me to take it to Trenzalore.
I got up and felt moody and grumpy. I took my morning medicine, dressed up and tried to make myself look fresh. Then I called my mom and told her I am coming over, and caught the bus 571 to Raappavuori.
Once in my parents’ home, mom had left me 20 euros. I grabbed the money, put it into my wallet and I was secretly pleased at how easy it is to pilfer money from my mom.
I made coffee, drank some orange juice and ate cinnamon buns and cherry tomatoes.
Mom had went to a hairdresser, when she came back I told her I am happy for having such a beautiful mother. Mom gave me a nasty glare and told me to stop being a sycophant, and also complained about the clothes I was wearing.
Mom complained about being tired, even if it wasn’t even three o’clock in the afternoon and she had only been at a hairdresser. I guess she is just weary due to old age, after all she turned 65 years old last June.
I went home so I wouldn't bother my dear old mom while she took a nap.
I caught the bus 571 to Myyrmäki and visited Myyrmanni shopping center to buy two boxes of tissues and a cute greeting card to Carol Anne.
Once back home, put the tissue boxes to the kitchen cupboard where I stash my hygiene products and wrote and stamped the card for Carol Anne. Later the day I headed to the youth group in Myöhätuuli.
I caught the bus 571 to Pähkinärinne, once in Myöhätuuli I just scribbled into my diary, ate gingerbread dough, and drank cocoa.
Later I headed back to Myyrmäki on the bus 571, once again, and went home. Later I noticed that I have been sitting in front of my laptop for almost an hour and half. I haven’t even made my bed, and the dirty dishes are still unwashed, and I still haven’t ironed the laundry. I should also wash my gym clothes.
In the evening I felt like my train of thought was going 1000 miles an hour, so I had to take my evening medicine at seven o’clock. I managed to brush my teeth and have a wash, so that's a plus.
Tomorrow I will receive money. The first thing to do is to renew my Netflix subscription, and then go withdraw the money and buy groceries.