you must set yourself on fire

the littlest things

2011-07-01T03:54:00.000-07:00

I love going out when it's just stopped raining. I love dropping coins in my piggy bank just as much as I love taking them out and using them on popsicles when it's really warm. I love biking after midnight, just biking alone with good music from my headphones. I love books more than it's healthy to love, because whenever I go to the library, I sacrifice my back in order to carry home all the books in the world. I love musicals like Sound of Music, Westside Story and Stop The World! I love planning my future in all possible ways, even though I'm pretty sure I'll never be a musical theatre professional or award-winning author, but you can always dream right? I love writing so much that I consume notebooks at a pace most people would consume toilet paper. I love taking photographs of random things. I love writing in my blog and reading what other people have to say in theirs. I love my friends for the people they are - crazy, funny, loving, caring, creative. Just the best! I love doing things ex tempore, like walking 10 kilometres to get ice cream, deciding to have a slumber party in the middle of the night and having to go get your stuff from home for it. I love going in the sauna and swimming in the lake afterwards, and sitting on the porch drinking cold Coke after you've been swimming and bathing for the entire evening. I love meeting new people. I love going to cafés to drink hot chocolate when it's winter. I love blowing bubbles out of the window on the third floor. I love going to the theatre and sitting in the front row. I love having something to wait for.

I love you.

Love, love, and love,

Iida

all too soon the clock will strike midnight

2011-05-23T09:38:00.000-07:00

I can't lie - these days I just find myself thinking more and more about time. Time - as in it passes too fast. Time - as in it doesn't pass fast enough. Time - as in there is not enough of it. Time - as in there is just too much of it sometimes. Mostly not enough of it. The lack of time is terrible. I hate hurrying. I hate not having enough time to do all of the things I want to do. I absolutely hate having to prioritize.

Time is a funny thing, I've always thought. Who has decided that there are 24 hours in a day? Seven days in a week? 365 days in a year? Why can't all those things just be changed? If people need more time, why can't the day be 25 hours long? It just doesn't make sense to me for some reason.

Another thing with time is that people make it too big of a deal for themselves. I confess, I'm guilty of this more than often. So what you have to do this and that and everything else? You don't have to get it all done today and if you do, you have used the time you could have used for doing important things to do something unimportant. It's no use complaining about it afterwards. Sometimes you need to forget about stupid assignments and concentrate on doing things you love doing.

I think we need to spend more time with each other. Just stop thinking that we are in a huge hurry all the time and slow down for a minute. Go for a walk with your mum. Play a game of cards with your dad. Go throw a ball around with a brother or bake with a sister, or the other way around. Have an ice cream picnic with your friends twice in one weekend if you feel like it and don't worry about getting fat. Go see the same play twice and take up every opportunity you can to experience culture. Do sports, even though you've never done them before. Stop wallowing in things that happened weeks ago and move on. Be happy. I know I sound like a 12 steps guide, but just do it. Who cares if you wing a test once or twice? There's always retakes.

I'd like to share a song with you to end this DIY Dr. Phil blog post.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrWMBC6yoME

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cos I know something the prince never knew.
I will dance with Cinderella
I don't wanna miss even one song
'Cos all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone.

Sometimes your time just gets cut short. Happy 3 years in Heaven, little Maria Sue. The dance will go on...

~Iida

close enough to start a war

2011-05-16T12:48:00.000-07:00

Oh dear Jesus, I've been so busy lately. Just to fill you in, I've been scriptwriting, practicing for dance, doing all sorts of silly this-counts-for-15-percent-of-your-final-grade assignments and oh, suffering from the worst allergies. But it's all beginning to get easier now: I'm done with my assignments, the script is finally finished and cast, the year-end recital for dance was yesterday and the allergies...well, I can't say anything about those yet. Now there's just the end-of-term exams to get through before the summer. It's so close!

I also whipped up a silly banner and a new look for the blog, I'll make a better one once I'm not this tired.

Now I seriously have to catch some Z's. Nights are way too short.

Pip pip,
Iida

never regret something that once made you smile

2011-05-09T11:54:00.000-07:00

A small thought for today, before I completely pass out.

ZZZZ,
Iida

Hi?

2011-05-09T08:16:00.000-07:00

I guess I should probably introduce myself a bit here. Gosh, I've never been good at this.

Okay, here shoots.

1. My name is Iida.
2. I'm 18 years old.
3. I live in Finland.
4. I'm an IB student and my exams are in 2012.
5. I have too many blogs.

I overconsume notebooks. I've been doing dance for about two years now. I'm in love with theatre. I like going to see plays better than movies, for real. Like last weekend, I went to the theatre twice. I play a black Fender acoustic, even though I'm really bad at it. People think I'm good at managing time. I'm not. I love sleeping way too much, but I never oversleep. I've never failed a test, nor missed a deadline. I love singing, but nobody has ever told me if I can actually sing or not. Most of the time I spend my time doing things of no importance. There's a fucking hand blender on my desk. I'm going to be a journalist when I grow up. My friends are the best. Ever.

That's it for post number one, lame, wasn't it?

Off to dance class,
Iida