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"She was a January girl
She never let on how insane it was
in that tiny kinda scary house by the woods
by the woods
by the woods
black-dove black-dove
you don't need a space ship
they don't know you've already lived
on the other side of the galaxy..."

"Black Dove (January)"- Tori Amos

*The Twenty-Fifth*

Still ain't much to speak of happening in the frozen lands. My muse hasn't packed up yet, so I'm still pumping poetry like there is no tomorrow and I just read Ann Rice- don't know why, but you start getting desperate in a foreign public library. Haven't exhausted the selection yet, tho... It is now Test Week, so I'm sleeping lots and reading and writing and being lazy and not spending money cos I don't have any to spend for five days... and that is good, really. BUT... other than that... have some new bands to add to my list cos a very very nice boy named Nick sent me a tape with all these people I'd never heard before- namely Space and the Stereophonics and Coldplay... and some others... And I just heard about the new Radiohead album coming in the beginning of June... so I might hafta purchase it in Finland... time flies. Where does it go?

*The Seventeenth*

Same ol', Same ol'. Det är bra. I'm mad inspired by everything I read nowadays, so I can't sleep at night (gasp) cos I'm think think thinking too much. (Yes, there is such a thing.) And it is here and now that I will ask people in my most polite little voice not to post graphic porn in the Guestbook. Sounds awful, but I will censor those pictures. AND, I will also address something that someone else wrote in the book that says I have "no right" to judge some kind of music. Actually, I think I do. It is my site, with my opinions and my ideas. If I don't like some music, I will say so, no matter who they are. Dat's just my Prerogative, baby. But, write what you will in the book- I'm not exactly worried. I rediscovered my bandana and I don't wear make-up. And the snow is almost completely melted...

*The Tenth*

I was talking to a friend here and he said that he likes to watch the commercials on the television better than the programs. I don't usually like either, so I let that one go. And I just realized today that the men of Finland have very nice hair. I mean that. I don't understand it... The snow melted so much yesterday that it was green all over again, but now it is frosty outside so you can't tell what happened. But it isn't cold- maybe minus 1 or 2 degrees celcius. We saw "High Fidelity" a few days ago and I really didn't care for Cusack in that film, but I liked the soundtrack a lot. And I want to keep writing letters to anyone who will read them, so if you want fanmail, just let me know. My writing streak came back two days ago, so now I can write halfway decent poetry rather than crap... I don't know what else to say... Oh. I bought new shoes. They were on sale.

*The Fourth*

(The other Tori Amos fans knew those lyrics were coming...) So it is now the fourth and all of these people are visiting my site cos it is the Site of the Day at this crazy place and I am most grateful, though I confess to neglegence in the name of Time Management... And I am still here in Finland, there is snow outside but it isn't cold and I think I might want to live in Vermont eventually cos I think it might be similar to this... I have a lot of say, but I can't say it all right now. I have been thinking about the direction of modern art and the sad state of intellect in this world. I wrote a letter to my mother about it and now she'll maybe think I'm off it when she recieves it in a few days. I read some more Kerouac and now I want to go to Greenland. And I am now reading Junkie by Burroughs and I have to put it down after every few paragraphs cos he always makes me feel queasy, but it is a good read and an easy way to insure that this lovely lady will never mess with heroin. (Shiver.) I am learning to ice skate still, and I think I might be getting better? Don't know. These Finnish girls won't let me give in and they won't hold my hands after a few go rounds so I'm forced to stick it out, which is good for me. Maybe I am one of those types to secretly wants to just keep at something, but sometimes need a bit of a push. They wanted to teach me to fall so that it doesn't hurt, but I just couldn't bring myself to fall on purpose...I'm still madly in love with life. Thanks again for coming to my site and DON'T FORGET TO SIGN. (Yes, I am fanatical.)

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