Somehow I've slipped into writing in English. I blame certain people; I think they know who they are (for example people who keep nagging because I haven't mentioned them here. Same people who keep correcting my English while insisting on using 75 year-old meaning for sophisticated…but I guess they are allowed since they are sad enough to read the preface from a dictionary;) So my readers (if they exist) have to deal with a blog that isn't updated very frequently and when is, isn't that good language. No surprise, I think my writing is richer in Finnish and therefore more interesting to those possibly existing readers of mine.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

So, sorry I haven't written anything in a while. Friends and family visiting. Somehow the days just flow through fingers. Like sand *something something* are the days of our lives… you get the ideaJ After the holidays we just realized we have to go back home pretty soon. Horror, panic! Don't get this the wrong way, but consider this.

Glasgow: days when you get up at 1 because you couldn't be bother to go to the lecture, eat Nutella straight out of the jar with a spoon because you haven't had bread for a week, wander aimlessly in the city shopping, eat out three nights in a row, pub nights that turn into club nights so easily, only worried of your alcohol use because it contains too much energy (although a Bloody Mary can totally substitute a meal), no responsibility except to not to waste your time here and to travel as much as conceivably can

Finland: Feeling SOOO guilty if you miss one lecture in a semester, no social life, worrying about getting too much salt in food and about global warming and the future of our society, exercising with a very strict program where you feel bad if you don't give 100% in every spinning class, nights with insomnia worrying about your studies and just generally worrying.