Sunday, 24 October 2010

Changing


Friday morning was the first subzero one for me. When I walked to uni, the leaves on the ground were all frosty and gray, not tired and yellow like the ones in the above photo. In the afternoon, on the train, I watched rivers and ponds and lakes. The further up north I went, the more ice the lakes had. It was merely a very, very thin layer of ice, where the wind hadn't broken it, but ice nonetheless. And the water was blacker than I could've imagined. Yesterday I woke up to a good four-inch slush on the ground and a light snowfall. I was most definitely not prepared for a weather like this. Maybe my poor choice of shoes will give a decent excuse to stay indoors, where it's warm and cozy, most of my vacation week. Maybe I will finally have time to reply your messages and say hello to your lovely blogs.


(Thank you all who wished me luck. The phonetics exams went better than well.)


Monday, 18 October 2010

Matchbox Monday 12








(handmade paper by yours truly, tea-stained paper, linen thread, pencil)


a fragment from a fragmental poem I wrote earlier this year.


lessons of numbness


järjestän kämmenelleni riviin silmäripsiä
systemaattinen taittovirhe



(the Finnish part is something about eyelashes and astigmatism)

/laɪk/ & /li:k/

I like the sound of raking leaves with a steel rake (however, I do not like raking leaves). I like the maple leaves taking over streets even when there's not a single tree in sight. I like the wind messing up my once carefully combed hair. I like walking around with a leek sticking out from my handbag. I like people commenting on said leek. I like people commenting on my groceries-as-accessories (so far: milk, oranges, a leek).




I will be back later with a matchbox if humanely possible. (I have English phonetics exam first thing tomorrow morning, and phonemically speaking /aɪm ɪgˈzɔstəd/.)

Thursday, 14 October 2010

heartbeat





Thirty seconds of sunshine after the rain. Then it went back to feeling like my heart was very quickly making its way out my chest. Life's too fast for me.

Monday, 11 October 2010

Matchbox Monday 11









 (handmade papers, tissue paper, rusty nails, linen thread)

Still suffering from a sore wrist as well as ennui. I'm hoping for some more hours to my days, so I could spend more time wasting time. (I believe I'm a quite ordinary girl deep down inside.)

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Bossaliina


Too much of a good thing is wonderful. Good times amidst the worrying and ailing. Last weekend I finally visited the new cafe around the corner with two very special girls. Now they're gone away again, but the cafe is here to stay. Homework is so much more tolerable if you can have a brownie and a tall glass of perfect orange juice on the side.

Monday, 4 October 2010

Matchbox Monday 10





(vintage book page, paper, board)

She/He was trying to imagine the story behind the incident.

A bright, windy day. The fallen leaves were rustling, my heels were doing their click-click thing, my light silk wool dress was floating around me in the gusts as I walked to the university today. Everything was pretty much perfect apart from the fact that I kept worrying if my neat, sharp bangs were history because of the wind (they weren't, I've learned to use hairspray in generous amounts - but damn are these bangs feeding my already numerous neuroses). So, everything actually was perfect on the outside, but it only made it harder to bear that nothing felt right. I'm sick of my wrist hurting, my nose running and my skin itching. I'm now allergic to the treatment for my allergy, hence the itching. Today is the most beautiful day of all autumn and I just can't think of anything but how badly I want to be someone else, to have someone else's life, an easy life, preferably. A life with no allergies, a life without social anxiety, a life without most of the things I currently have to deal with. Somehow English grammar and phonetics are the only things that seem to be making any sense right now. I wish I'd fit into a category. (I'd be happy to be other fricatives or a prepositional phrase...)