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13th March 2011
I feel like I want to write, but I don't know what to write about. But I'll write anyway.
So, I booked the nutritionist, I will visit her in April 5th at 1 p.m. in Tikkurila. I guess I should already visit the health center next week, just to make sure I know where to go on that day so I don't have to skip the appointment when I wander around panicking because I can't find it.
Sooooo, I will have the surgery tomorrow. I hope it goes well and I also hope that my arm heals soon so I can do housework and have fun.
Things I need to buy soon; a counterpane, a new wallet, and a proper ceiling lamp with an energy- sufficient lightbulb. Luckily my welfare is increased this month, or that's how I think, I haven't received any kind of notification about it.
My arm still hurts, it feels as if the bones are trying to bulge through my skin. It feels hot and cold at the same time.
It's a shame I can't attend the work experience period in the library, but I cannot help it, my arm has to heal first.
I can do some some housework such as cook simple meals like porridge for breakfast, and wash laundry and hang them on the drying rack. I can also take out the garbage and visit grocery shops and libraries.
I have decided to take a better care of my hygiene with one arm, this morning I managed to brush my teeth, wash my face, wash my hair, anoint my skin (the Decubal body lotion I use smells pretty nifty) and dress up into a pair of sweatpants and a pink tank top; I have to wear the kind of clothing that is easy to dress into and take off with only using the left arm.
I'm still enjoying chocolate.
My parents promised to visit me today, despite they're still a bit groggy due to jet lag; they have just returned from the Canary Islands.
Only problem is, they repeated - without refutation or critical commentary - the claims that the girl brought the rape on herself because of the way she was dressed.
Choice Quotes (No cut b/c everyone needs to see this - DEAL.):
“It’s just destroyed our community,” said Sheila Harrison, 48, a hospital worker who says she knows several of the defendants. “These boys have to live with this the rest of their lives.” As opposed to the victim, who's gonna bounce back lickety-fucking-split, right?
Residents in the neighborhood where the abandoned trailer stands — known as the Quarters — said the victim had been visiting various friends there for months. They said she dressed older than her age, wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s. She would hang out with teenage boys at a playground, some said. TOTALLY BEGGING FOR IT.
THIS IS RAPE CULTURE, PEOPLE.
Now, what's being said and done in this community is bad enough, but the NY Times should be fucking ashamed of themselves right now.
I have decided not to dress my bed into clean linen, until my arm has healed. It's too much trouble to dress and undress it and wash the linen and hang it up to dry, with my right arm busted.
Yesterday evening I had to call the police as my neighbors kept on making noise; there are some people in this house who like to listen to music very loudly. It begins in the evening when they listen to some disco hits in a full volume. You can hear the music booming all the to your apartment, after a few moments it stops and then begins again. I don't know where it comes from and whether the music lovers are complete lunatics, but it's sure as hell that people need their night's sleep without a bunch of doped- up vandals blaring I'm blue da ba dee or something like that! The police came and invested, but I kept on hearing the music till four in the morning. I had to swallow four tranquillizers before I finally got sleep.
This morning I managed to brush my teeth, wash my face and take a shower, anoint my body and dress up into decent clothes. I have to wear baggy shirts, sweatpants and only one pair of socks (during winter, I wear ankle socks and woolly socks over them to keep my feet warm) as it's easier to dress up and take off while operating only on one arm.
Today I mostly stayed inside. I should have taken out the garbage, but I only went out to take the laundry downstairs to the tumble dryer; it's must easier to tumble it dry rather than hanging it up now that my arm is out of order.
My parents visited me today, they had just returned from the Canary Islands and they were both very tanned. They gave me a box of Kit Kat bars.
Mom washed the dishes for me, dad sat on the sofa with me and we talked about things and stuff. Soon mom joined us.
Oh god, I have actually based my existence on being like the characters I admire.
First of all, Susan "Stargirl" Caraway from the Jerry Spinelli book Stargirl and the sequel Love, Stargirl. She was too busy being herself and being nice to others, she didn't care what everyone else thought about her.
Little Myy from the Moomin series by Tove Jansson, I liked her because she had the kind of snarky rebellious spirit I adore.
Enid from Ghost World the movie. In the comic book she tended to be very whiny and impulsive, but in the movie she was more smarter, calmer and collected. And she had a riotous clothing style! If you pop to my apartment some day, you can see that I have got some of my furnishing ideas from her room in the movie; the mannequin heads, the stack of plastic cups with a fake gun.
Goddess, when do I learn to be myself, not the people I adore? Who is Miia?
Whatever I can find from the fridge, but usually I go for a more savory food such as buttered toast, rye bread with Lahti sandwich spread, tomatoes and carrots. For some reason, when I haven't eaten properly I get these weird cravings in the evenings. Usually, in the mornings my crave for chocolate is the worst.
I really don't know what to say about this soonamy thing that buttfucked Japan. All I can say is, I hope it gets better soon because where else I could get my tea, badass ninjas, horror movies, Studio Ghibli, lolita dresses, tentacle porn, sushi and hot Japanese dudes. Not to mention Transformers are originally from there!
I honor the sweet, sweet memory of Japan by having the Japanese flag at the crotch of my panties every time I have my period. Thank you for pwning in Pearl Harbor ♥