Oh Google

I just Googled myself.

Twisted? Weird? Shut up, we all have done that sometimes. Usually this is done when you are so bored you think you're about to go mad. That happens to me quite often.

It is funny to notice how the results have changed during the past couple of years. The last time I Googled myself I was about 19 years old. (Wow, where has the time gone?) Then the results weren't even about me. They were about other Anni's with the same disgustingly long last name, which you always have to spell to everyone. Frustrating! These other Anni-named people were teachers, athletes or other crap.

Now I actually found myself! After a few badly-written news stories in the Daily 49er (I apologize to all the editors) I actually found myself online! That was easy, considering I have wasted the last 23 or so years in search of true me. Excellent! Now I finally have time for my hobbies... Which I have none. Seriously, what the fuck actually is a "hobby"? Scrap-booking? Amateur pornography? Midget porn?

I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING HOBBIES! Yet. Maybe when I am retired.

I am going to by a Polaroid-camera, maybe that will bring me fame and glory... or at least a hobby. Plus I think Polaroid-cameras are awesome.

Try Googling yourselves, it really makes a difference.

P.S. Some irritating little dicks are having fun outside my building, it made me to think of this song. I love the band, too. Ignore the old and poor-quality video, just listen the lyrics.

Yes, I happen to have an accent

I want three statement T-shirts.

1. "Do I look like a vending machine to you?"
2. "This is my otter shirt"
3. "Yes, I have an accent."

First one is easy to explain.

No matter where I go or what I do it seems that someone always wants something. Whether it is a quarter, dollar or a cigarette, I don't care. It is just so painfully annoying that people want things they can't fucking have. I am not giving them anything.

I was waiting for a bus the other day and a guy WHO LIVES ACROSS THE STREET went through the trouble of crossing the street, came to me and wanted a cigarette. He was on the phone and just yelled at me: "Give me a cigarette!" Rude, huh? I didn't give him one. The expression on his face was worth of that one magical two-letter word. Oh and next to his fucking house is a gas station. Go buy your own cigarettes, dick.

The second T-shirt would just be funny. And cute. Otters are funny and cute, thus the shirt would be funny and cute, too.

Third one is also easy to explain. As a Finnish person studying my degree in the UK, and now doing an study exchange in the United States I hear people commenting on my accent every day. And I fucking hate that, it makes me sick. SICK! Yes, I happen to have an accent - how many languages do you speak? I speak three languages fluently so you go back to your pathetic life and fuck yourself while you're at it.

Sometimes I feel it would be easier just to speak Lolcat.

In general, I just hate everything.