Oh man, this just isn't funny anymore. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with the luck of my family. How can this be coincidence. HOW. I can't ...

Fucking hell. No, she didn't break a leg. She did, however, catch a virus that caused her to spend the weekend in hospital, has obviously not fully recovered yet and tried to call me at my old number to cancel so that I didn't find out about it until just now. D:

I can't handle this.

Huh, I am suddenly extremely ... er, fidgety? That's not a word, is it? But I can't think of the word I originally meant, so it's staying.

Anyway, I feel about as excited as if I were planning to leave tomorrow. Except I'm not even sure it's in any way related to the hospital thing; it just attacked me out of nowhere! "Here, have some random feelings! Like them??" NO.

I guess this is another one of those adrenaline rushes then. The slightly less evil version of a panic attack. I'm just really impatient! About nothing in particular! Somebody, make something happen! Brain, have an idea! People, post more interesting stuff on the internet! Concentration issues, go away so I can actually read the text that's in front of me! IDEK. @___@

Also I'm simultaneously very tired hahaha. WORST. COMBINATION. EVER.

I mean, I was going to make a list of all the things that I need or want to do within the next two weeks, but so far I haven't been able to make myself focus on it for long enough to even start. I can only stare dumbly at Tumblr because I'm too tired for anything else. AND YET.

I'm awake I'm awake I'm awake. This is such a relief.

I also think I may have spotted our trash containers back in the parking lot, which ... I'm not even going to comment on how very little sense that would make, buy hey. Once it's bright enough to actually see anything outside, I'll take another look.

I forgot to mention that I invented another way to make an Origami box the other day. Remember when that was sort of my thing? My quest for the perfect paper box?? (I haven't given up on my quest to find the perfect ketchup recipe, either. It's just on hold. XD) All I wanted was the ability to quickly make a simple, relatively stable, square box out of a single sheet of paper, and I thought it wouldn't be that hard to find instructions for one. I was wrong. I disliked the typical result that a search for "square origami box" would get you because it wasn't symmetrical and there were these pointless lose flaps covering the bottom of it. I don't like pointless lose flaps, okay? :P

So I went on to fold box after box, both simple and fancy, sturdy and decorative, square and not square ... until I eventually came up with a design of my own almost my accident. It was definitely a step up from anything I'd done before, but still not perfect. This new one isn't perfect, either ... but I like that it came to me so suddenly and that it's basically an inside-out version of the other one although I wasn't aiming for that and got the idea from a completely different kind of box. Now I've got two versions to choose from depending on what I want to put in them! You know, should I ever actually need a paper box. Which, uhm ... I am sure is going to happen one day. XD

I'd post a picture, but it's still a bit dark for that (though writing this certainly took a while) and I only have a neatly folded example of the one type at the moment. Maybe I'll do some more folding later.

Ehehe. I said I was going to put my trash into another building's container, but then I went outside and saw a different opportunity present itself to me ...

So, the containers themselves are mobile and made of plastic. However, they are usually inside of this stone-and-metal construction with little doors in it through which you can throw the trash. Right? Now when they moved the plastic containers away, they "locked" those doors with cable ties and attached a note that said where they you could find the containers. They remained locked this entire time.

Until yesterday, apparently? Because when I got outside, I noticed that someone had cut the cable ties. At first I assumed that this meant I'd been worrying for nothing and the containers were finally back, but of course I had no such luck. I opened a door and there was nothing in there.

So what I did was, I decided to pretend that I hadn't noticed the lack of containers inside and simply threw my bags in anyway. =_=;

I hope nobody saw me. This is ridiculous.

Uh. Did I mention my hairdryer here? The one that I bought a few weeks ago because I figured I could use one, and which then stopped working while I was trying it out? I just turned it on once again to see if it was truly broken, and then ... it kind of went up in flames. O_O Fortunately it stopped burning almost immediately after I quickly turned it off, so nothing really happened. I seem to have accidentally thrown away the receipt though, which is rather annoying. It was cheap, but I'm somewhat less inclined to pay for another one now, and besides there are things I need more urgently, so I fear I will end up just not having a hairdryer. Although I bought one. Which is decidedly unfair. *pouts*

... Seriously though, it went up in flames. WHY.

Well hello, I am back for the weekend once again, you all know the deal by now. In other news, my day so far:

- eat a quick breakfast
- finish packing
- get on bus
- wait half an hour in place I can't stand
- get on train
- finally arrive home
- turn on washing machine and let dishes soak
- go shopping for some cheap clothes
- return home
- clean dishes
- put up laundry to dry
- make lunch
- look up bus schedule
- eat lunch VERY QUICKLY
- run to bus stop
- take bus to town where mother & siblings live
- watch youngest sister play the fanfare in marching band
- spontaneously accompany mum and other sister to someone's wedding*
- return to their home with them
- spend an hour talking to them in their garden
- be driven to train station by mum
- take train back home
- turn on washing machine a second time
- warm up leftovers from lunch and eat

... I'M NOT DONE YET. o.O

Next up is food shopping - in combination with a walk, perhaps even some running or inline-skating? I don't think you're allowed to enter supermarkets with skates on, so maybe not that. Definitely a walk though, and lately I have taken to spontaneously breaking into a run during those. Don't even ask.

Afterwards the washing machine should be done again, so there'll be yet more to do ...

Basically I've been hyperactive for three or four days, and apparently this is what happens when you unleash me upon a weekend in that state. My brain is still trying to catch up with what I was doing six hours ago. Okay then. I'll tell you more later ... or tomorrow, if I don't get a chance before either the meds or the physical exertion make me too tired. Heh.

*Or is it only a wedding when the church is involved? Do you say they eloped? Either way it was a surprisingly interesting experience.

There was going to be a different post here, but then I decided I was entirely too tired to be allowed to write anything of substance, so I scrapped it.

Instead, I need to link you to this Tumblr post I made earlier. It went on Tumblr because that's where I saw the thing I was reacting to, but it totally deserves to be reposted here.

I call this "I accidentally my body" because I kind of love that meme ok

So basically it looks like I accidentally raised the level of testosterone in my body to the point where it actually had noticeable effects. Seriously, THOSE SKIN PROBLEMS HAVE BEEN PUZZLING THE HELL OUT OF ME. I was all, "Puberty what are you doing, I thought I had escaped this effect of yours the first time around, why have you come back to haunt me, this is not fair ..."

I knew it must have something to do with what I was eating, but I couldn't figure out how. And I cannot believe that it is even possible to achieve this with food alone (okay, plus better sleep and ... more exercise ... oh), but it also seemed kind of suspicious that my menstrual cycle spontaneously lengthened by a week at the exact same time. I was even considering seeing a doctor about it, but otoh I was also quite happy to have another "free" week each month ...

Guise, this is pretty much the most hilarious thing that has ever happened to me. THE IRONY OMG. Because you know what? While I had no internet, I sort of sat here wondering if such a thing was possible, annoyed that I couldn't research it. Just out of curiosity, mind. But curiosity killed the cat yadda yadda; I am not a cat, only the kind of person who at the age of 25 still does spontaneous kitchen experiments that possibly resemble alchemy more than cooking.

... I will be entirely, perfectly unable to resist testing how far this can go.

M to Daniel: [The woman who fills in for A while she's on vacation] said that she'll buy carpeting with [faevii] later and we're supposed to measure the floors for them.
Daniel: Yeah. I know. We can do that. I'm just not sure if she'll be able to actually go, though.
M (laughing): What? Of course she can, it has to be bought.
Me: Oh right, because whenever something has to be done, you're always automatically capable of doing it.

THIS GUY'S IDEA OF LOGIC. IT IS KILLING ME. @_@

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, it seems that Daniel has landed us in financial trouble once again and this time it's kind of serious. I mean, not really serious, but there's a high probability that our telephone and internet connection will be turned off in the very near future and I can't think of any way to prevent it.

The problem is that he spent too much time talking to his father on the phone, landline to mobile. This resulted in a quite, uh, spectacular bill. And I thought we at least had a while left to pay it, but I just found out that apparently we've already failed to pay on time three times or so* and now we've been given FIVE DAYS. Five days that ... are already over, actually, so I don't even know why I can still tell you this. Chances are the line will go dead sometime tomorrow morning.

It's an amount that we could probably scrape together within a month if we really put our minds to it, but unfortunately there are other things that need to be paid off as well and on top of it Daniel happens to owe a friend money at the moment. @___@

I'm trying to come up with combinations of extremely cheap foods that still contain all the major nutrients and are also lactose-free. Riiight. SUGGESTIONS, ANYONE??

Staples one could make use of include rice, pasta and lentils. Potatoes are more expensive than those, I believe. What to get protein from if it's rice or pasta time, though? Eggs? The one type of cheese I can eat? Beans? Need to investigate which of those is the cheapest option and can therefore be eaten most often. And what to get fat from on lentil days? More cheese? Or can vegetable oil be enough? GAH.

I suspect there are actually some canned meals available that are cheaper than anything you could make on your own, but of course I can only eat about two of those.

Also, I guess this means I'll continue to wear sneakers in the snow. :|

*I just haven't been in any condition to keep up with these things lately, plus some of it is normally handled by Daniel's legal guardian and therefore invisible to me. Too bad even he can't pull money out of nowhere.

A few days ago I discovered that if I spend too much time staring at pictures of men, I get depressed. :|

Now that we've got this random fact out of the way, let me tell you about last night. Because it was evil. EVIL I TELL YA. Well, it started out evil and turned out alright, so at least there was a happy ending of sorts. The start though. D:

I'd offered to do some late grocery shopping because I wanted to get out and figured I could use the opportunity to also collect my copy of Nameless from the post office.

You see, that book has had some serious trouble getting to me. First it apparently arrived while nobody was home - or Daniel wasn't and I was asleep - as indicated by the notice in our mailbox. So Daniel tried to collect it, but they said it wasn't there at the time. How does that even make sense?? Where was it, on vacation? We thought maybe they were trying to deliver it a second time, but nothing came. Hence why I tried to pick it up yesterday. It was late when I left, but the notice specifically said that the office was open until 10 pm, which I was mildly skeptical of but eventually accepted as the truth because it's in the same building as a supermarket that's also open until 10 pm.

The first thing that went wrong was that my MP3 player refused to behave. Perhaps my fingers were too cold for the stupid touchscreen-like buttons, IDK. And as I found out then, my filenames were also too long to be displayed so that I basically had to guess which song was which. MP3 player, Y U NO display ID3 tags instead?! When I finally got it to work, I noticed that I couldn't breathe. Yay for cold-induced asthma attacks! That's new. I had my inhaler with me, but it still sucked.

Inside the first store, I experienced some spontaneous nausea. IDEK. Then I discovered that Daniel had been wrong when he'd assured me that everything on the shopping list would fit into our little grandma-style shopping trolley, only I didn't discover it until it was already too late to get a plastic bag, so I had to stuff two items into my tiny messenger bag that were decidedly too big for it.

In the next store I did buy a plastic bag, but of course it ended up being so heavy that I was seriously worried I wouldn't make it home. Then I went to the post office, which I had saved for last because I thought it was open until 10 pm, and guess what? It had just closed. Two hours earlier than expected, and I was told that it always closed at this time. Double-check what your notices are saying, yo. >:( If I can't get my hands on that package soon, it'll end up being sent back!!

Evidently I did make it home, but it certainly wasn't easy. My arms and my back started to hurt like hell when I wasn't even halfway there, I was sweating despite the cold and the nausea came back, too. At one point I nearly had a heart attack because I slipped and almost fell.

When I was finally back inside, I barely managed to change into something comfortable and go to the bathroom before I collapsed on Daniel's stupid armchair and refused to move a muscle for quite some time. I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I just sat there crying for ten solid minutes. Poor Timo found this rather confusing.

With the help of an aspirin and some chocolate, I finally managed to stop and went online to distract myself. Fortunately it worked quite well, too. I had a surprising amount of fun for two or three hours and went to bed feeling as good as was possible under the circumstances. Today I'm still a bit knackered, but it's bearable.

Now if only my dear roommate (hurr hurr) weren't being such an ass. I got so angry with him earlier that I may have sort of yelled at him to stop acting as if we were friends ...