What kind of two days I’ve had!

Oh, yeah, what is this? Well this is my diary. By reading this you can know how I’m doing and what I’m doing. Read at least first part to know what I mean.

Yesterday, Wednesday, I met three faces behind screen names Suzy, Pixie Girl and AJFanatic. They’re all from Finland, different parts of it and this was first time I met them though we have been chatting and e-mailing and making Finnish fans more active for year and a half now (at least).

Last two of those, Pixie and Fanatic, went to Stockholm for three days. Their intention was to meet Nick Carter. Which they did! Three times... Nick was very different each time. They are working on a report of the trip (with pictures) and I’ll let you know the address as soon as I get my fingers on it.

So the first part of that day was pretty hectic. While we were shopping in Kämp Gallery they played Drowning in the store and it sounded totally different. If I could I’d go to Stockholm by myself as well to see Nick. Because no matter how much I’ve dreamed about meeting them, I never thought it would happen. But I guess it’s possible...

In the evening I went to see one musical theater piece. Oh those songs, voices, lights! We had good seats and I really enjoyed the show even if I was a little sick after drinking too much coffee during the day. I don’t know why it has to be so but every time I go to the theater or a concert, it has to work both ways. It means that at least ONE of the performers has to notice me there in the audience. Or that I can imagine one did...

Well, at least somebody noticed me. Guy sitting next to me with his mother kept glancing at my breasts like every five minutes. First it was flattering, then amusing and then I wanted to punch the guy. He was something like fifteen years old. So not even a good candidate. For anything. And I didn’t even have that revealing cleavage. What’s it with you guys? My breasts are not that big.

When I came home I designed new look for my site (not finished) and wrote some more to my fan fics. I have to admit that I’m using way too much time for things like these. I mean BSB, fan fiction and my own page. I have some new plans as well. While I should be writing something seriously taken movie script which could some day bring me fame and fortune. Or finding a job to be able to buy myself a decent computer. (Right now I’m staying at a friend until some time in July, then I don’t know where I’ll go and how I’ll get online.)

I tried to go to bed around 1 am but it didn’t work very well. I was awake until 3 am and still I woke up at nine (what isn’t it morning yet?). Best parts of morning are when I suddenly remember that there’s a school across the street and they are keeping a lecture there and I jump around wearing nothing but thongs… It’s pretty good view. I mean not me in my thongs but from here to there and other way around.

It’s been kind of hot and sweaty, at least for Finnish people. And sun shines to my bed right from 8 am. Nice? Not much. At 10 am I got up, made some breakfast, read the newspaper and went to the shower and getting ready for a birthday. My friend’s daughter Aino turned into 3 years old. She is very cute kid and his little brother (my godson) has the biggest and bluest eyes in this world! (Sorry AJ.)

When I got back to town I met some friends from my old school. It was kind of nice, watching pictures of our last days in there with them right here. So we did meet again. At least once…

Finally home, around 6.30 pm. Cat has puked on the floor. Is she sick? No, Divas never get sick. She’s just fine. I figured that out and went to the first dance class in 1,5 years. Oh. Ah. Oops. What’s that?

How can you forget dancing so totally? I mean my body’s still the same, I know what I should do and yet I end up doing something else than the rest of the class. I had THREE left feet. And when wondering why teacher’s laughing at you, glance into mirror solves that: you’re hanging you hands in front of you like some stereotype of a gay, wrists relaxed and fingers gently (or not) moving in the air.

I still loved it. I can’t understand how I’ve kept myself away from dancing. Well, there are many reasons and too little time to explain. But my staying in a very small town explains a lot. There was only one beginner’s class of jazz once a week. And that wasn’t what I was looking for.

But it was hard to admit that you’re not as good as you used to be. Before my class was a class where I should have gone, there were all the friends I used to dance with. And they’ve developed, I’ve retarded. I hope at least some of it would come back. SOON please…

When I left the dance studio it was raining. So I went down to the tunnel to grocery store (bought kiwis, nectarines, cat’s food and one small candy bar, I’m on diet…). Then I went to the restaurant my sister works at to see if she’s there. She wasn’t. So all I could do was to walk home.

I enjoy staying here because it’s only 10 minutes from the Centrum of town. But you can’t get near here by any public transport (near is now three blocks). Anyway I had my ticket at home so I couldn’t take a tram. I was completely wet when I got home. And cat definitely was better, waiting me at the door. I went in front of the mirror and decided to go to the shower right away. I was both sweaty and soaking. When I was in the shower I suddenly realized that all my doors were open and if someone had walked in to the apartment he or she would have seen me in the shower. Naked. Funny how you get to think things like that.

Right after shower I put Millennium to the player and started to write this. Album ended few minutes ago. While writing this I’ve fed the cat, dried myself, got dressed. But now I really, really have to go to eat. Because dancing and rain makes you very hungry. And there’s nothing that a good cup of tea wouldn’t fix. That’s something Charlene Sand, mother of Oliver and peter would say. Will we meet her again? I know but I won’t tell. I’ll try to write you more of both stories tonight. Because very soon will come the day when first part(s) of Mia – Cara are published!

Thank you and good night. I’m down and out.

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