I noticed that there's something wrong with this blog and I'm just testing to see if it's working yet. Hmmm.
EDIT: Booya! It's working! Whooo!!! Haha...
Okay. I'm calm now.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Library Books
I love the library close to our house. It's large and has enough books for me to read until the end of my life. It's rare that I ever leave the library without a HUGE pile of books. I can't help myself. Most of the books seem interesting, or then I'm borrowing them to help me study on some subject. And why not borrow a lot of books? After all, it's free over here. And most of the books are in a really good condition. I've rarely come across books that are coming apart. I've seen a few books with coffee stains or wavey pages.
However, I've just happened to come across the good books. Last week my brother complained when reading a library book. He commented on how some dweeb had written all over the pages and made some corrections to the text [which were uncorrect].
I was just wondering... Why does someone do that? Do they get some kind of adrenaline rush out of it? Is it really so funny to destroy books that are free to read?
Do these people also do the same kind of things to magazines/books they have loaned from their friends? Really... I'm just wondering. Oh well.
But of course, a behaviour like this on library magazines is common.
Many people seem to think it's alright that they can cut out all the pictures of Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom and other famous film stars. But really... I don't know. I just find it really idiotic. Apparently the person who's done that hasn't thought that someone else might want to read some article or look at the pictures. If they want it so badly, can't they just loan the book and go photocopy the pages they want?! The libraries even have photocopy machines and using them isn't too expensive.
Oh well, it's just my opinion, but it just annoys me when I see or hear about stuff like that.
Though... It does remind me of a rather hilarious, but stupid incident my friend came across years back. She was reading a library book and suddenly came across a page with a raisin that had been squashed between the pages. Not only had it been squashed, but next to it someone had written "Hyvää ruokahalua". The translation to this Finnish sentence is somewhere along the lines "Bon appetit".
Of course, it's rather disgusting, but I have to admit that it's pretty funny.
However, I've just happened to come across the good books. Last week my brother complained when reading a library book. He commented on how some dweeb had written all over the pages and made some corrections to the text [which were uncorrect].
I was just wondering... Why does someone do that? Do they get some kind of adrenaline rush out of it? Is it really so funny to destroy books that are free to read?
Do these people also do the same kind of things to magazines/books they have loaned from their friends? Really... I'm just wondering. Oh well.
But of course, a behaviour like this on library magazines is common.
Many people seem to think it's alright that they can cut out all the pictures of Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom and other famous film stars. But really... I don't know. I just find it really idiotic. Apparently the person who's done that hasn't thought that someone else might want to read some article or look at the pictures. If they want it so badly, can't they just loan the book and go photocopy the pages they want?! The libraries even have photocopy machines and using them isn't too expensive.
Oh well, it's just my opinion, but it just annoys me when I see or hear about stuff like that.
Though... It does remind me of a rather hilarious, but stupid incident my friend came across years back. She was reading a library book and suddenly came across a page with a raisin that had been squashed between the pages. Not only had it been squashed, but next to it someone had written "Hyvää ruokahalua". The translation to this Finnish sentence is somewhere along the lines "Bon appetit".
Of course, it's rather disgusting, but I have to admit that it's pretty funny.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
About Yukiko
I invited another blogger to write here with too. Just thought it might be more interesting have two different people writing about all kinds of things, than only one person. Especially if that one person writes rather boring entries. Haha.
Anyways... Welcome to Catching a Rainbow, Yukiko!
I hope you'll have just as much of a fun time as I do have writing here.
Anyways... Welcome to Catching a Rainbow, Yukiko!
I hope you'll have just as much of a fun time as I do have writing here.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
About My Room
Okay, I'm a bit of a hypocrite complaining about my mother's untidyness regarding refrigerators. But there was a reason to that, I mean, hello! We're talking about food here. And thus, like Yukiko commented, I should most definitely begin to clean out the refrigerator on my own, before something crawls out of it. You can never know what excessive rotting can do to vegetables. They might come to life or something. The fungus and mold rotting into their cells, deciding to mutate them and grow a pair of slimy feet...
Okay.... That's not going to happen ever.... But I did have a fun time imagining a carrot growing a pair of feet from it's rotten self.
So, anyways onto the topic of my post: MY ROOM.
It's rather sad really that I only seem to post when I should be cleaning/tidying up something. But hey! I have to get inspiration from somewhere, don't I? And I just happen to get my inspiration for my 'rants' from cleaning out my icky room.
I don't actually think my room is icky, but apparently my mother does. And a few other people who I can't be bothered to name. According to her, my room is really filthy. I disagree with this wholly after I've been cleaning out our refrigerator. My room doesn't have anything that is slowly rotting. My room doesn't have unidentified liquids on the floor. My room may look like a hurricane would have swept through it, but that doesn't make it filthy. No, it's messy, but NOT filthy. I wouldn't be able to live in it if I'd have something rotting in it. I clean it up when I find the need to (that being apr. once in every two months).
I mean, I have trouble even coping with the fact that I have spiders living in my room. If I'd have the time, I'd terminate every little (or big) spider that has decided to live under my bed. Well, at least they don't disturb me, other than when I'm cleaning. I could have worse creatures residing in my room. Afterall, I could always have ants living under my floor, or something just as disgusting.
So, anyways... At the moment, since yesterday I've been cleaning out my room. I hadn't minded the messiness in June, but after a series of events I found the need to tidy up my room.
1. I had a cat in my room for awhile. It was already then kind of messy (talking about my room). I had clothes everywhere; on the floor, on my desk and bookshelf. Plus, I had a lot of other stuff on my floor, like books and paper.
2. The cat spread sand from it's litterbox everywhere. And that wasn't exactly what I'd wanted it to do. But hey, my mother was forcing me to have the cat in my room for awhile, because according to her, we couldn't have the 'sweet', 'cute' cat anywhere else.
3. The cat decided that it didn't like me because I didn't spend a whole day in my room and thus, it pissed on MY carpet. Yes, the carpet that my grandmother made for me a few years back. This act of 'kindness' really made me 'happy'.
4. I got rid of the cat that night. I explained to my mother that I didn't want to have a monster like that in my room. After all, it could've been planning to piss all over the drawings I have in a box. And if it would've done that, I'd have freaked out.
5. I washed my carpet... and realized then that my room was an absolute mess.
6. And then I invited my friend over for a sleep over. And I can't possibly let her sleep on my floor on a mattress among papers and sand. That would be inhumane! And she is one of my closest friends after all.
So, through this not-so-long string of events I decided to clean up my room. It wouldn't be such a task if I'd put everything back where they belong and not leave everything lying around. But hey, old habits die hard. And because I don't exactly have much time on my hands, I got my best friend to come over yesterday and help me out with it. Namely, because she herself had said that she wanted to clean up my room with me. Why? Don't ask me. I don't have the faintest clue.
Now, I should be cleaning up my room. I don't have much to do anymore. I've discarded all the broken stuff I have around and now I just have to sort everything to where they should be. The problem regarding the messiness of my room. I have too much stuff and too little space. The honest truth. Very unfortunate too.
Sometimes I just wish my room would clean itself. It would make my life a lot easier. A LOT. 'Nuff said about this topic now. I really have to get back to cleaning. I still need to wash the floors and vaccuum (oh how I hate vaccuuming with passion!).
TTFN, ta-ta for now!
Okay.... That's not going to happen ever.... But I did have a fun time imagining a carrot growing a pair of feet from it's rotten self.
So, anyways onto the topic of my post: MY ROOM.
It's rather sad really that I only seem to post when I should be cleaning/tidying up something. But hey! I have to get inspiration from somewhere, don't I? And I just happen to get my inspiration for my 'rants' from cleaning out my icky room.
I don't actually think my room is icky, but apparently my mother does. And a few other people who I can't be bothered to name. According to her, my room is really filthy. I disagree with this wholly after I've been cleaning out our refrigerator. My room doesn't have anything that is slowly rotting. My room doesn't have unidentified liquids on the floor. My room may look like a hurricane would have swept through it, but that doesn't make it filthy. No, it's messy, but NOT filthy. I wouldn't be able to live in it if I'd have something rotting in it. I clean it up when I find the need to (that being apr. once in every two months).
I mean, I have trouble even coping with the fact that I have spiders living in my room. If I'd have the time, I'd terminate every little (or big) spider that has decided to live under my bed. Well, at least they don't disturb me, other than when I'm cleaning. I could have worse creatures residing in my room. Afterall, I could always have ants living under my floor, or something just as disgusting.
So, anyways... At the moment, since yesterday I've been cleaning out my room. I hadn't minded the messiness in June, but after a series of events I found the need to tidy up my room.
1. I had a cat in my room for awhile. It was already then kind of messy (talking about my room). I had clothes everywhere; on the floor, on my desk and bookshelf. Plus, I had a lot of other stuff on my floor, like books and paper.
2. The cat spread sand from it's litterbox everywhere. And that wasn't exactly what I'd wanted it to do. But hey, my mother was forcing me to have the cat in my room for awhile, because according to her, we couldn't have the 'sweet', 'cute' cat anywhere else.
3. The cat decided that it didn't like me because I didn't spend a whole day in my room and thus, it pissed on MY carpet. Yes, the carpet that my grandmother made for me a few years back. This act of 'kindness' really made me 'happy'.
4. I got rid of the cat that night. I explained to my mother that I didn't want to have a monster like that in my room. After all, it could've been planning to piss all over the drawings I have in a box. And if it would've done that, I'd have freaked out.
5. I washed my carpet... and realized then that my room was an absolute mess.
6. And then I invited my friend over for a sleep over. And I can't possibly let her sleep on my floor on a mattress among papers and sand. That would be inhumane! And she is one of my closest friends after all.
So, through this not-so-long string of events I decided to clean up my room. It wouldn't be such a task if I'd put everything back where they belong and not leave everything lying around. But hey, old habits die hard. And because I don't exactly have much time on my hands, I got my best friend to come over yesterday and help me out with it. Namely, because she herself had said that she wanted to clean up my room with me. Why? Don't ask me. I don't have the faintest clue.
Now, I should be cleaning up my room. I don't have much to do anymore. I've discarded all the broken stuff I have around and now I just have to sort everything to where they should be. The problem regarding the messiness of my room. I have too much stuff and too little space. The honest truth. Very unfortunate too.
Sometimes I just wish my room would clean itself. It would make my life a lot easier. A LOT. 'Nuff said about this topic now. I really have to get back to cleaning. I still need to wash the floors and vaccuum (oh how I hate vaccuuming with passion!).
TTFN, ta-ta for now!
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