700% nervous about start of school tomorrow :E
If I read my schedule right, the day starts at 9:30 and keeps going all the way to 17
But at least I’m going there with my friend. Some comfort in the coming storm
Mildly bummed that I’m missing out on one of my fave holidays back in Finnish Ostrobothnia today, which is “Veneziansk afton”, during which people go to their summer cabins and celebrate (say farewell to?) the year’s cabin season with fireworks and shit
Slightly more bummed that I can’t play swtor or anything else ‘cause my computer is still in pieces
I was out with mum walking in shops and checking the town out (there are about 50 000 inhabitants for reference, small and quite a pretty city) when my friend messaged me because a spot finally opened at uni so HE’S IN!! I WILL GET TO STUDY WITH MY FRIEND YAAAY I’m so happy for him omg
WOOOHOOO I checked this morning and Kela approved my student pay and also a loan (just need to fill out a form on my online bank thing) what a giant fucking relief I feel so much more confident about all of this now.
I can buy a chassis for Hellmachine without feeling guilty about it
HELLO FRIENDS I’m in our extremely tiny hostel room with my mum now in Skövde, Sweden
What a fucking day I got up at 6 am in Finland and it’s now 21 ish in Sweden (so basically I got up at 5 am) and then the flight and then stuck in Stockholm waiting for the delayed train and getting lost in Gamla Stan
I texted my internet friend that I’ve never met before in person but who happens to live in this town and short story shorter, he just drove mum and me to the store (we arrived late and were running out of time) and then to my new lodgings at Perenius Plaza (what a fucking sweetheart right)
and HOO BOY it’s nothing like what I expected lmfao it reminded me of the speakeasies in Åbo like a bunch of very happy partying students greeted me and helped me out. SUPER FRIENDLY PEOPLE and no management in sight, lmfao I love it.
Not so nice: my room is decent looking but the advertised TV is clearly not included
I thought I’d collapse from stress and anxiety on the train and there’s still that knot in my chest like I have that “I just wanna go home :(” feeling but home isn’t my home anymore—this is my new home and it’s extremely overwhelming. But I’m relieved about the room. I got the key and I might move in my stuff tomorrow. My friend said he’s happy to help cause he’s got nothing else to do during the day so yay for that, I’m extremely grateful
I still haven’t got any money or income but I’m counting on Kela to fix it ASAP. Also Hellmachine still needs a new body.
Phewwwww it’s nuce to sit down I’m tired as fuck
I’M AT THE AIRPORT THIS AIRPORT IS TINY A TINY PLANE JUST TOOK OFF
/plants arse in chair to wait for flight
Hhhffffffhfg cramming every material possesion you want to live with into 2 large bags and 2 small ones sounds a lot easier than it actually is. I have to leave so much stuff behind it’s sad
I also had to do the unthinkable and disassemble my computer, my beloved Hellmachine, to lighten the load. I need to buy a new chassis when I arrive ASAP because yeaaah not a chance I’m living without my computer for long
My mother came over today to help me pack and brought along her husband and my dad. In the middle of packing I felt so helpless and anxious and panicked I burst into tears. Not like I could stop myself from crying when I had to say bye to my bro and dad and mum’s husband either.
I made a cosy little home for myself here and I was mostly comfortable. But it’s time for a new chapter I suppose. At least my mum is travelling with me until Monday, thank fuck
I have to get up early as fuck tomorrow for the flight so I’ma watch Netflix and pass out
getting increasingly nervous over the move. Today is my last full day in Finland. I’m going to the airport sometime after 6 am tomorrow.
I haven’t left the country since I was 12 years old, which was on a class trip and then only for like an hour or so to visit a shop in Haparanda (a town right next to the Swedish-Finnish border) on the way home from Lapland. Before that was my cousin’s baptism when I was 5.
I’ve lived within the same 20 km radius my entire life and now I’m to move across the Gulf of Bothnia to southern Sweden, I’ve never even been that far south in my life this shit is wild. Sure it’s only one country over and they speak my language in Sweden but man….
It’s difficult when you’re not good at dealing with new things. I just hope I get set up properly and get everything sorted so I can focus on learning things in uni
That said, I just rewatched Pacific Rim with a friend and my brother as one last film night before I leave.
My buddy and I decided our drift compatibility ages ago because of our generally synced up brain shenanigans and ofc we had to bring it up while watching.
Our Jaeger would be called Roosto Pirkka and we already have a secret handshake and stuff as that signature move thing. Roosto is the approximate spelling of the Swedish word “råstig” in a local dialect (the kind of shit your grandparents would say), meaning rusty. Pirkka is, well, Pirkka, as explained earlier.
One of our moves would be firing off a huge mass of empty bottles and cans (creative recycling!!) from a cannon, like several tons of it, after which the Jaeger then would gain the ability to sprint and jump and stuff because of the lighter load. Genius.
All the other pilots be like “oh lord it’s Pirkka again just let the Kaiju eat us fucks sake” and it’d make the most grossly shrill screechy pterodactyl noise and move kind of lopsidedly because it’s made of recycled materials and shit.
We’d kick ass up until anyone of us sees a wasp then you have a giant mech screeching and flailing crushing everything in its path in a violent samba of death
Late night language trivia with Nan! [jazzy sax intro]
One of my favourite local expressions (might even be just my circle of friends idk) is calling things “pirkka” as an adjective. Pirkka is a Finnish brand that makes EVERYTHING, or repackages shit and sells it on the cheap, you know the kind.
So when we say a thing is pirkka, it means it’s kind of makeshift or basic or cheap and so on. A little second-rate.
I forget what it’s called but I love turning nouns and shit into verbs and adjectives. It never fails to amuse me, and you can make some incredibly descriptive expressions that way