How to fake long hair?

Little while ago M. asked why I don't have my own picture as a display picture in MSN. I normally use my Lindsay Lohan avatars, which is pretty lame since I'm like 21 years old and stuff. Anyway. I checked out what display pictures I already had and there was one picture of me, which was really old, but it was still a picture of me so I used it.

And then I realized that my hair looked really long in the picture. I do have a long hair, indeed, but I still don't have that long hair and I have let it grow for years now.



I have been analyzing this picture and here is my best explanation: I have my ponytail a lot more on the other side of my head. It got to be it. Though I still don't know how it is possible that my hair reaches my shoulder like that. Anyway. If you want to fake the lenght of your hair, learn how to photoshop, get yourself a quality wig or, do like I do, make a crappy ponytail.

By the way, I have started to dig that color too. it's my natural hair colour in the picture. Maybe I should dye my hair back to more reddish. It's been blondish for over a year now. Little change could be good.

I'm so going to be a star

I have started to do some experiments with my musical instruments. My main instrument is electric keyboard. I'm not as good with it as I should be since I have played it through my life. It's just that my parents were poor and they couldn't really afford my lessons. I took lessons for like two years but then my mother started to complain about the cost that I felt that I had to quit. She never said that I got to quit and I never said it was the reason I quit. Anyway. I also like to play recorder because it's so not cool. It has a little Hellogoodbye vibe going on.

So about my experiments then: I like to play stuff and then I record it with my phone. Yeah, the quality is really crappy but that's the only recording equipment I currently have in use. I used to have a little mic but it's just not cooperating with me anymore. And I always send my finished tracks to Hannes who's my biggest (and only) fan. Yeah. I'm obviously having my own fun.

Anyway. I've been thinking that now that I'm featured in Last.fm I should probably record my debut album. It could be titled as "the crappiest shit Amoena has ever played and recorded" and it could be available here in my blog free of charge. The greatest idea ever?

Analyze this

I have one thing especially common with J.J. We both like to analyze everything to the infinity. Like all these things happening to us. But I'm not sure if J.J. analyzes himself as much as I analyze myself. I just want to know what I am about. Why I do things I do. What made me this way. Anyway. There are few things I have noticed lately that I find surprising:

If someone asks the right questions I reveal all my secrets. Even the dirty ones like I had no shame. But now when I think about it... it's a not a bad thing though it may put me in a bad light.I guess it's like a shortcut to a deeper friendship. I show what I'm truly made of and the other one probably does the same with me. And I guess I do this with people I don't even know so well, like lately with M. And if the other one starts to dislike me, well, it's not a loss if you weren't like super duper good friends at the first place.

And though I'm perfectly capable of telling all my secrets to strangers, I find it really hard to talk about my feelings. I do talk about them, naturally, but I feel as I'm always hiding what I really really really think underneath it all. Like I got no right to express what's truly going on in my head. Like as having emotions is a weakness.

Showing off my office

I realized that I really like to work alone. I expected it to be boring, that I would be miserable for not having anyone to talk to. But it's not bad, not at all. I just listen to the radio all day and do what I'm supposed to. And every now and then my boss shows up, she's extremely busy so that's definitely not often. Yeah. I think it really suits me. I already knew that I'm not a group worker. At least at school I used to feel as the group was dragging me down. That I could be a lot more efficient if it was just me. And yeah, I'm a lot more efficient nowadays. I practically work nonstop!

Anyway. I know it's quite lame that I have not blogged for a while, and when I finally blog I blog about my job. So I decided to perk this post up by posting some pictures. "Hooray". Well, at least Elina likes when I do pictures. So let's begin:

Here is my radio. It's like really important since it keeps me company. My ex-colleage said it's about 25 years old, but hey, it's still working. And it plays cassettes too! But I stick to Radio Rock which quite obviously plays rock (and some metal too).





This is where it all happens. I have my own desk which I try to keep organized. I have several chairs to choose from but this one here seems to have the best wheels. And I roll around a lot so it's like vital. You can count that there are at least three fountain pens in the picture. Actually I have like dozen of them so I don't have to search for them.





"Before & after"pictures of my desk. Though normally my desk is a bit messier. Anyway. I simply can't leave my office unless my desk is like super duper organized. Am I alone with this or are there other freaks too??!

Here is a picture of my office with a better perspective:



Yeah. There I spend eight hours at day. And it feels like home. I'm so going to miss it. What I have heard I have this week and next week left there. Then we're supposed to move to Vantaa. If my boss still needs me. If.

Raaah

I read some day old tabloid while we were waiting for our pizzas at Marhaba. There was this story about a father who though his son was being bullied at school and so he rushed to his son's class room and started to shout at the kids. And you know what the result was? They forbid him to come anywhere near the school again. And the teachers said that his son was not even bullied, that it was just what boys do.

Like wtf?

Ever since I survived trough my childhood hell I have read every single article about being bullied. And I'm waiting for the day they finally find a cure. But they're not able to find it as long as they keep belittling it. It's not like kids can do whatever they want to each other just because they're kids and therefore probably not (so) aware of the possible traumas they're causing. I just hate all these common excuses. Why can't the teachers take the responsibility? Why can't the parents be more aware? In all cases it should be taken seriously. In all cases there should be consequences. In all cases you have to make an end to it. Shouldn't that be like OBVIOUS?

But instead of actually doing something useful they write these stupid articles in which they belittle everything and make sure that the parents are aware that they're not even allowed to protect their children. Yeah. That's extremely helpful. Keep up the good work!