korpi: (may hope be born anew)
With high suicide rates, unhealthy alcohol culture (very unhealthy), winter that lasts for half a year, people that have a penchant for falling into sulking silences, national epic where a heroine is raped and then drowns herself and a hero marries his sister and... also drowns himself, Finland is kind of depressing. It would be sad, if it didn't go so hilariously overboard. ...Did I mention that it's dark here for eight months out of twelve?

So, we might only have a dozen words for snow, but I just recently realized we might have a few words too many for pain. )


Any similar stories in other languages? (Or examples that I missed in Finnish.)
korpi: (these answers I've found)
That's it, I'm learning French.

Oh, it's three in the morning, and sister's just gotten home from work. The work was supposed to end at eleven thirty. Four hours overtime when she's next going to work at eight in the morning. Which is in another four hours. Nice for her.
korpi: (much merriment was had)
One of the pillars of my grammar-oriented world crumbled today. Different than works as well? I thought it was some stupid mistake people kept making over and over again!

Note to self: wash teeth tomorrow morning, because seriously. Yuck.
korpi: (shy)
So, that Swedish composition I actually wrote yesterday? I got it back today and I, ah, got 90 points out of 99. Seeing as I wasn't supposed to know Swedish at all this was... very surprising, to say the least. To celebrate these highly unexpected results I shall write the rest of this entry in Swedish!

Jag heter Ilona och min syster har två hunder. Jag tycker inte så mycket om... skolan. ...Jag bor i Finland?

...Or maybe not.
korpi: (doomsday)
In the matriculation exam, I've decided to write Swedish. One other thing I've decided is that I will absolutely not take other Swedish courses than the compulsory ones, which is a bad thing considering the exam but a good thing for my sanity. I'm three days from completing the last compulsory course, all I really have to do is write a composition. A composition that I was supposed to return this Friday. I can still give it to the teacher tomorrow, but that'd mean actually writing it. I can't write it. Can't, can't. I already wrote one of those a month ago and it completely drained my Swedish-writing powers.

I'm thinking of writing it in Finnish. Or maybe in English. Or in Japanese, even if I don't know how to write Japanese. Maybe I'll copy it from the net.

Anyway. Have a quote out of context!

"The first time for me, too, I couldn't walk straight."
korpi: (monsters without names)
A column I saw posted on my f-list: Why learn a second language?. From what little I read of it, it seemed interesting. I mainly browsed it for interesting details about different languages because, eh, I don't really need to be explained to why learn languages. Some small part of my brain is a little annoyed with the subject of the column, because for any Finnish person it would be "why learn a fourth language?" by default. Maybe I should feel privileged and/or superior about it instead.

I'm getting slowly more and more riled up with the part of my school that thinks it's perfectly fine to smoke in front of the school gates. The school gates of both of our schools, the gates I have pass through at least four times a day. This has started to manifest in my dreams, as well. Last night I had a dream where I asked my Mom: "If I first showed disgust in body language, then politely asked them to stop, then asked them to stop not quite so politely, and if they still didn't put the fucking godafwul cigarette away, kicked them in the face as a hard as I could, could it be passed in court as self-defense?"

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