aw hell.

i don't have many rules i live by, but the one i do have is a pretty major one: if you don't have anything interesting/constructive to say, you might as well shut up.

so if you're wondering where the hell has this journal gone to, here's an (the) answer: i have absolutely nothing [fannish] to say anymore. i've never been much of a fandom blogger anyway, so i keep dicking around and keeping this undeleted for the interesting things going on over at the friends-list. but it's just. blah.

i thought about hijacking this from fannish crap and turning this into an angry ranting fest about popculture and politics and all that jazz that's been bugging me for a while, but... i don't know.

we shall see, i guess.

so i finally saw the movie about the hot albino monk into bdsm. and i guess there was a plot involving jesus and his sex life hidden in there somewhere, but mostly i think it was about the hot, hot monk.

seriously though, i found myself being nearly not bored to death while watching the davinci code, which concerning all the hype/bullshit surrounding that film was just about amazing. i suppose the couple of scenes involving the mentioned naked hotness of paul bettany evened out the rest of the film's blandness.

maybe they could do a three-hour long prequel that consists wholly of the monk's training years? the davinci code: silas the hot albino monk and his naked butt of holiness. i bet that would sell like hot cakes (if we compare this one selling like, um, lukewarm cakes, maybe - okay it's a sucky analogy).

1. the ad circulating round my lj right now says: "get girlfriend-style horoscopes on your cell phone". umm, what the hell? girlfriend-style horoscopes?? is that like horoscopes that want to maybe shag me sometimes, and go for walks afterwards and talk about life? horoscopes that want to dine out with me, introduce me to their parents, what?! could someone please explain this to me because i don't geeet iiiit.

2. i am soooofuckedomg. i have an entrance exam tomorrow... oh wait, toDAY, and yes, once again i have a) stayed up too late and b) not studied enough. BUT WE'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

fo' real though, i'm kinda placing my bets on turku - foolishly yet again, some might say but i won't so shush - which was last monday, so this tampere thing is really just to see if the more journalistic approach would suit me. i doubt it, personally, but hell, call me curious.

3. my band of brothers academic doo-dah is still unfinished. it might mean i am sooooofuckedomg squared, but my tutor did say that the office is "open all summer so if you wanna complete your studies it's fine", so... that does mean i'm kindamaybe not that fucked, right? right??

4. good GOD YOU HAVE TO GET UP AT FIVE THIRTY COME ON MOVE YOUR ASS. *slaps self*

*speechless*

i am SO GLAD OMG that i stayed spoiler-free for this. HOLY SHIT.

( spoilers for supernatural finale - for the finns/europeans who haven't dl'd the series yet, ahem )

WE WON!

WE FUCKING WON!

UP YOURS, SHITTY EUROPOP HOS!!!11


holy fucking fuck you guys. :D this is like if aliens would land on earth all of a sudden or something. finland won the eurovision song contest, the bane of our collective self-esteem for the past, OH FIFTY ODD YEARS.

i may have just died a bit.

teh eagle badge!

repro harness!

SPINA HAT!1 FOR FIVE EUROS!1

and there's some awesome-looking bags & rucksacks too, not to mention the boots. pity they don't have a medic's bag 'cos i'd totally get that.

but SPINA HAT!!1 i'm totally getting that for next winter. i remember during like my second viewing of bob, i totally fangirled that 'other medic in bastogne' cos he had the best hat ever. it is the best hat ever. do not attempt to question this, it is fact.

and i'm totally also getting these hilarious-yet-brilliant goggles.

oh man. for a total pacifist i sure do fangush over these army things a whole lot. but on a totally material level, i figure who else can make things as durable as the armies, right? army boots are the most comfortable shoes ever, because they have to be, and that goes for things like the bags and stuff too, for obvious reasons.

[cryptic]

*GLEE*

[/cryptic]


like i need a new fandom. wincest omg i fall over ded

also, icons. yessss.

so yeah hi, i'm a youtube addict. you think i'm kidding. soon you shall be too, moo hahahahaaaaaa.

* one of the best movie scenes ever, right from the beginning of the epic classic that is wayne's world: the boys in the car, singing along to 'bohemian rhapsoby' by queen.

* check out the hilarious russell peters. i totally love this guy and his schtick, which seems to be to try and poke gentle fun at every ethnicity he encounters. it's so globalization gone right. <3 and i don't know, coming from a monoculture like finland still is, it's so cool to try and experience what multicultural really means, in the good and the... less good. but yeah, check him out, he's one hilarious bitch.

* and while you're doing that, i'd also recommend people like margaret cho ("HI MY NAME IS GWEN..." is one the most disturbing-yet-hilarious things ever<3), dane cook (who's also a hilarious bitch and i'm thisclose to wanting to have his babies) and of course the glorious eddie izzard, who's my personal hero/lifetime idol.

aaaaahhhh standup<3<3<3

* while i personally wasn't brave enough to try and watch, apparently there's people who like editing clips from band of brothers to angsty teenage "gawth" metal and the like. yeah. just... yeah. *hangs head*

guess what, kids! it's embarrassing confessions time again!

embarrassing confession: lately, i have been immersing myself in the music of take that.

oh yes. take that. on a recent trip to the big library, i found the little hiding gem that is 'greatest hits' and just had to take it home.

i was too young to understand back when they really were in (early 1990s), but i did have one poster tacked to my wall. i remember vague sensations of leather vests and awful hair cuts. i wonder what that has done to my general well-being. *cough*

but to the point: i'm willing to wager that this has been one of the main reasons i haven't gotten anything done this week. my mind has constantly been overflown with such massive quantities of homoerotic imagery, either through shhq (aka EVOL RPG OF CONSTANT PORNYNESS) or the aforementioned pop sensation, that i just CAN'T EVEN.

*head-desk*

*sings from desk: neeee-heeee-ver... soooo-hooooo-meday...*

edit: this icon is massively appropriate, ahhahaha.