For my non-Finnish followers, here is the translation of my previous post courtesy of Google Translate:
Hangover Status: semipaha. I’ve had worse. But I did not sleep at all so it’s not really competent to another such lie on the sofa in the corner and cursing myself. Every five minutes, “fuck the devil, Satan,” etc. With friends replays badly. Someone dragged miut Rocks yesterday. Well, my goal was to be drunk, and it also was. So, so good. Or ainki point is such a mother’s soda shop.
I think this very much gets across the point I was making.
ugghh a 5 hour train journey without music or tv shows is really boring. why did I forget my headphones again? it’s like the 9th time. also the internet barely works.
on the plus side, you can now apparently use visa electron on the train, so I was actually able to purchase chips, tea, and chocolate. for once, well done VR.
I want to sign up for a Robots and Unicorns themed sitsit but the sign-up form requires me to decide which one I’m going to dress up as.
GUYS. I can’t decide. SHOULD I GO AS A ROBOT OR A UNICORN OR A HYBRID???
There’s a uni party happening right now and I thought I’d go but now I’m just feeling too lazy. Plus the tickets are three euros. Plus I don’t even know who’s going. Plus I’d rather just watch TV shows.
PLUS I’m going to my local pub in my local town on Thursday anyway. Ahhh Thursday Beer how I have missed thee!
- relatives’ place
- endless, free, delicious food
- and a glass of wine
- big TV screen
- sauna with a good old-fashioned wood-burning sauna stove
- being with people who care about you but who are not as uptight as your parents
- did I mention food
worst hangover ever
why did we go to that crappy nightclub after the party?? oh god why
I look like a bloody racing driver in these red overalls… except that racing drivers probably don’t have a picture of Shakespeare on their back.
Anyway, I’m off to the party. Maybe someone will take a picture of me so I can show you all how fancy I look.
My parents sneakily put 50 euros into my bank account earlier this month. I didn’t even realize until now. Wow.
I’m seriously considering sending it back. I mean sure, it’s a nice thing to do and I could really use an extra 50 euros, but I’ve told them I don’t want any money from them and in exchange I won’t have them meddling with my life or telling me what to do.
I wish I knew which of them actually gave me the money. They have a joint bank account so I have no way of telling. If it was my mum, then it’s OK because she doesn’t try to meddle too much anyway, but if it was my dad, he might have an agenda.
Ughh, maybe I’ll just consider it a gift. I mean, I’ve made very clear to them that I don’t want their financial support and that I want to be free, so they can’t really try to use the money to control me - or if they do, then I’ll give it back. Good. ~Guess I’ll be able to afford a few drinks at tonight’s overall party!~
Funny how a couple of days ago I was completely unable to open a wine bottle no matter how I tried so I opened another one, but now, after a couple of glasses and the bottle became empty and I wanted more, I got the apparently unopenable one open in one try.
That’s a completely valid sentence. You know what I mean so I don’t need to revise it. If you say it is incorrect then you are a prescriptivist pig and I have no scientific respect for you or your outdated methods.
You might not be surprised to learn that I usually spend my weekends alone in my room (my Friday night consisted of me dragging myself to the shop in pyjama bottoms and wellington boots and buying six packets of discount instant noodles and then watching anime).
Well given the circumstances I have, also unsurprisingly, been feeling a bit bored and lonely, so this weekend I decided to make an extra effort to socialize.
I have now texted three different people and am completely emotionally exhausted because all communication of every kind, even texting, gives me shitloads of anxiety.
Two of the people are out of town and the third hasn’t replied.
Why do I even try? I am DOOMED to a life of solitude
I haven’t taken my meds for a few days because I’ve run out and always forget to go and buy new ones. I’ve really noticed how much they (mirtazapine) help because I’ve had a harder time getting to sleep without them. I mean, sure, the melatonin helps a little bit but not quite enough. I considered for a long time whether I should take meds at all because sleeping pills (or the antidepressants I’m on now) aren’t the healthiest things and they can cause a lot of crap, but now I know I made the right choice because being able to sleep at night like a normal person is pretty great and liberating.
The feeling of going to bed and knowing you’ll probably be able to fall asleep instead of that stomach-turning worry/knowledge that you’ll probably lie awake in bed until morning… I can’t quite describe it. I suppose I’ll stop thinking about it after a while but for now I’m infinitely grateful for modern medicine.
Life hack: don’t watch all of your favourite TV shows with someone who claims to love you because then after they leave those shows are always going to remind you of them and it’s not very nice.