Tomorrow is the take-off, finally. The place is close to Barcelona, if I understood right. A smaller place called Castelldefels or something like that -- which suits me fine, you know I'm so *not* a big-huge-large city-person. I'm sure I'll manage to get lost even there, honestly.

So far I'm not feeling any intense excitment (or then I'm just in denial), but that's probably because I'm still extremely sore and tired from the moving and I only got to sleep like two, three hours - I think I was stressing all night, my mind listing things I need to remember today and since my muscles (shoulders mainly) are really, really sore I couldn't find a comfy position to sleep in. So yeah, not nice. I spent the night mostly listening to Tiiu's whining and breathing, heh. Yeah, I'm at mom's... thank gods for inbuilt-wireless. I can use my own laptop to surf :D It's gonna be horrid to return home after two weeks since all my stuff in the new place is on the floor. The renovation isn't completely done yet so I can't empty the boxes so this vacation is only a little break from all that. I really wish we'd been able to get it all done before the trip so that I could come back to a neat, tidy and clean flat. No such luck.

I'm waiting for the washing machine to finish up so that I can empty the sucker and be on my way. Need to go back at the old place to box last of the plates and such.

But yeah, when I get back I won't have internet unless I'm staying at Mom's. I'll get that sorted out as soon as I can :)

You know what happens when I obsess. It's hours and hours wasted on youtube, especially when I really don't have the time. Oh well, here we go again;

THIS ONE made me laugh SO hard. David and Catherine rock, seriously -- it's only because I like Catherine so much that I've been able to overcome my "nooooooooo, he's betraying Rose!" reflex and learned to view Donna as the Doctor's best friend instead of something else. Also, I find it somehow funny that I went through this same youtube-phase before, only with the other guy (remember my Daniel-phase, do you?) from the lovely HP movies, heh. But be it mentioned... ah, Barty-something-jr, I'll never ignore you again!

the weakest link; 01 -- I was disappointed by the lack of Billie and Catherine but OH WELL, can't always get everything. Still, funny... especially since there was K9 being so... K9. I actually like Noel a lot though I didn't like Mickey/Ricky the idiot in the beginning. But yeah, Noel's funny and the whole tin dog comment cracked me up. the weakest link; 02 -- John singing the Doctor Who Theme (here) and Nick with his Dalek voice just.... again, cracked me up again. These people amuse me and, my gods, David just stands there looking all hot. I dunno how he does that. I wish I'd get to ruffle his hair like that one chick did on Friday Night Project. I'm jealous now, GRR! I do like Andrew. the weakest link; 03 & the weakest link; 04 "and Jack finds it sexy" -- MWUAHAHAHAH! The last one isn't even worth checking out for obvious reasons *pouts* or rather, for A obvious reason.

Moving on. The more I watch these interviews and stuff, the more amazed I am, though. Tennant is not only good, but hilarious. David on Graham Norton ... that sounds wrong. ANYWAY. Then again, there is the whole "hello, I'm David and I'm taking you from behind" SO. Yeah.

Okay, one more thing, just one I swear! Doctor Who Outtakes -- the part with the cyberman going "I'M FREE" --- his voice reminded me of F. I found that weird.. though amazingly funny as well.

NOW. Off to bed. Gotta get up before 8... moving sucks *so* bad.

Ah, yes, decided. I swear I know what I want for christmas and/or my birthday (yes, I'm fully aware of the fact my birthay is still four months away. OMG! In four months I'll be 22! WHAT?!)

Anyway, yes, smart, intelligent, useful, lasting gifts be damned, I say - who would want matching plates and glasses and mugs or stuff like that, eh? Not me. Me wants Doctor Who. Um, as in, the DVD boxes. Though I totally wouldn't mind if you got me my very own Doctor but then I'd probably feel really bad for Rose. But wait! She's got her own Doctor now. So actually, it'd work out pretty nicely then. He is, after all, all alone again, is he not?

Um, yeah, anyway. The point is or was that after the trip and everything, I think I'll be hunting down those damn DVD sets. I *need* to have them. Having them on my computer just isn't enough -- it's like that feeling I had with Alias. It was the very first show ever that I felt the need to own on DVD, not just one season here and there, but the whole damn series from the beginning to the end. Same with Gilmore Girls, though. Anyway.

Me wants and what I want, I shall get. One way or another. I'll go and sell some kids if I have to (I hope the FBI knows I'm just kidding).

Though why on Earth would FBI keep track of my entries, I don't know but then, logical reasoning and weird stuff like that has always been pretty difficult for me.

And a cookie: youtube.link --- I could die happy right now.

You know I'm the kind of girl who always, no matter what, takes tv series and movies way too seriously. The kind of girl who views the characters as if they were real instead of fiction. I mean, even OTH manages to make me cry nearly every single time which could be catalogued as pathetic, right? But it's only because I relate. I always find a way to relate to the character's situation somehow, especially if it's a sad/bad situation and most of the time it's driving me insane. I keep wondering if I feed off on sadness. I do cry in happy scenes too, though, so... I've no clue, damnit. I'm just babbling.

I've noticed these series come and go (though yeah, I do have my ultimate favorites that I don't think will ever change, really) - no matter what show, one thing stays the same; they take over my world, consume me and all my time, even when they really shouldn't... or especially then, I suppose. It's always kind of been my way of escaping the stress, whatever.

And well, let me tell you, there's been a few shows and fandoms that I've always thought I'll never get into. A few that I'll never even wanna hear about, little less see. Now, Doctor Who was one of those series for the longest bit and I'm not even sure why. I would blame it on the simple fact that I never knew what it was about and didn't feel like finding out, either. Something about the whole thing just pushed me away.

Until the stress hit me again and I had no other series to watch, so yeah, I started watching both Doctor Who (and Torchwood)... I think it was only a few weeks ago, three perhaps, and since then I've been spending all my time glued to this damn screen just watching and waiting for the next episode. I didn't only fell in love with the worlds, the feel of the shows and most of the characters, but with the actors too.

I've never been a fan of Billie Piper (the whole pop-singer thing was a big no-no, I guess), but somehow this one made me change my mind. This one also proved how seriously I really can take these series -- I mean, Martha, Donna, every female that ever stepped into the TARDIS (or got too close to the Doctor, of course) had me pulling my hair out and screaming "noooooooo, you're supposed to be with Roooooose! Noooo, that's cheating! BETRAYL! BETRAYL!" --- you see, I hated Martha through season 3 with passion and then I suddenly started liking her later on. I wondered why, at first and then I realised it was because she'd got engaged and therefore, she wasn't posing a threat anymore. HAH! That amused me. I was turned into a Rose/Tenth Doctor fan! My gods! How the hell did that happen?! I don't know, but it did.

I'm just saying that now I know for a sure that I'd rock at shipperwars. I wonder why I never really took part in that whole Max/Alec vs Max/Logan War because my gods, I would've been amazing! Sometimes I do think it makes me kind of stupid because duh, these are tv series and the characters really aren't real... but... who the hell cares? They're real to me and I suppose that's what it's all about.

Also known as reality escape, eh? But damn good one, though.

Now, if I can only keep myself away from all sorts of fan fiction, that'd be great.

and prime agent of all human perception.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

It's been rather interesting day. A week, really. The kind that has forced me to wake up early pretty much every day and I dunno whether I should be grateful for that or, you know, exhausted. At the moment I think I'm a little bit of both.

Now, being afraid of doctors and dentists and needles is pretty common I guess and maybe it makes me somewhat average (which I am, heh), but usually just the thought of having to deal with any of those has caused me to panic (days before) to the point of nervous breakdown. Yeah. This time I didn't have time or energy to worry.

Today I had to wake up around 7.45 since both mom and I had to go see a dentist -- and as I've refused to see a dentist here in Joutsa, we always have to go to Jyväskylä. Anyway, the plan was they'd remove my upper wisdom tooth. They ended up pulling out both and discovered flammation which is why I'm again eating loads of painkillers and antiobiotics. Yay. The thing is, because of that damn thing, that whole local anaesthesia was a bitch to gain. The upper tooth came out pretty easy though I nearly cried when I heard them pulling it out. The other one, the lower one was the issue -- because that's where the inflammation was. So while they're drilling my damn tooth in two to get it out, I suddenly start feeling it (and it hurt, okay?) and I'm pretty much freaking out --- but then I told myself I would not cry, forced myself to think about Supernatural and Doctor Who and writing and stuff like that and I didn't even make a sound - I was somewhat sure that if I did make a noise, I'd get my tongue sliced in two or drilled or whatever. But apparently my face told enough cause then Elina (yes, that name seems to follow me everywhere) asked me if it hurt. I say, yeah, a little bit and after that they stick another needle and another and another and another --- over 10 times, that's for sure. It was kind of funny though, cause I wouldn't open my eyes not even for a second because I honestly felt I'd be sick or faint if I did, so I kept them closed and at some point, while thinking about those series and stuff, it actually occured to me how powerful imagination really can be. It was sorta blocking out the pain, if you get what I mean. Or in my case, it was more like blocking out the panic and the tears (that would have been caused by the knowledge of what was happening in my mouth, not by the actual pain, eh).

In the end -after all those needles- it didn't hurt, much, just felt a little nasty. Of course, afterwards, I looked like a drooling balloon-headed freak who couldn't even speak properly but hey, not my fault... I also wasn't very happy when they told me that the x-ray we'd taken before the whole damn thing (which is why I knew they'd take both of those teeth, not just the upper one... It was like damn! X-ray! Now they can see the whole situation and the other tooth, too and they're wanna take them both out right away! Noooooo!) showed my two other teeth and that after our Spain trip I'd have to make another trip there so that they can pull those ones out too. Really not happy. But! Even though it hurt a little and even though my jaw/chin is killing me right now, it wasn't as bad as it could've been. I really like that dentist and trust her in a way that I've never really been able to trust a dentist before and I guess that's pretty important. So at the moment I'm not freaking out about the fact I'm gonna have to go there again and go through all that - again! I do hate the fact I've been tasting and swallowing my own blood all day, though. It's beginning to irritate me.

It's mom's birthday tomorrow or technically today and I'm supposed to go at her place to hang out with her and some friends... too bad I can't drink my brains out. Though, from 8.30-17.00 I'm gonna be at work anyways. Which reminds me. I was supposed to be working just a few days next week and then Ritva calls me today and suddenly I'm working from monday to saturday (and on Wednesday from 9 to 13.40 at Rölli and then go to Touhula 17.30-21.45... She always manages to ruin my plans but hey, money is money. I'd planned to get some (a lot) paperwork and a few other stuff done during those day-offs but oh well, guess not. If I was smarter, I'd done them sooner, but you know me. Always putting off things till the very last possible minute.

Hopefully I'll get to move to the new place soonish and hopefully I'll be able to sort some stuff out before and after I do. Later babes.

Had a near heart attack today, seriously. Well no, but I was just getting off work around 9.30pm when Jukka calls and asks me to go check if JP's at home - no one's heard of him or seen him and his phone is off. The thing is, he was supposed to be at Suvi's around 8.30pm and so everyone were kind of worried. So I said I'd go and half way there, Jukka calls me back and says I dun have to -- apparently, he's been playing around with his friends with all terrain vechiles and been run over by one. He's in a hospital -- Jukka turned the car around (he was on his way home from work) and drove back to the city and promised to let me know as soon as he knows what's happened.

I went to Anne's and burst into tears because I had no idea if it was serious or not. Then I watched BB there, all worried and ready to explode.

I was already thinking I won't be able to sleep tonight, but thankfully Mom just called me like a moment ago to let me know JP's relatively fine, a few broken bones possibly and something about his heart not beating quite as it should. Apparently it was a quite a bumb, but he was able to drag himself from underneath the damn thing and his friend called an ambulance.

Yeah, as if this month wasn't sucky enough as it is, right?

I hate sleeping! Especially when I. CAN'T. FALL. ASLEEP!

Can't someone just come and hit me with something --- preferably something heavy and sharp. That'll end this misery (and all the others I might have), I'm sure.

Seriously, it's bad when even Jamie Walters can't lullaby me into sleep! He's been doing it for years, after all and now suddenly even that isn't working?! Goddamnit! I even *ate* just so that hunger would not disturb me!

What is a girl to do, what is a girl to do...

When I was younger I usually listened to Gregorian when going to bed, but then I started focusing more on trying to hear the lyrics than trying to fall asleep and that kinda went south. And then there was Eminem... but the bad thing was that after months of listening to Eminem while trying to sleep, everytime I'd actually hear him on radio or listen to the CD during the day or something, I suddenly got really tired and actually felt like sleeping. Not so surprisingly, I switched back to Walters.

So, yes, Jamie, you traitor! I love his music (seriously, I do) and both of the albums I have, they've usually worked!! Argh! Why are you letting me down now, why?