Journaut.

Live communication is to blogging what antibiotics are to tea. I mean, tea definitely takes the edge out of all evil, just as blogging is an outlet to venting it, but antibiotics and live communication really hit the target. Luckily (or not), I'm having both communication and antibiotics right now, the former due to lovely friends and Jukka and the latter due to a charmic backlash upon my person, I suppose.

But summer flus are so much more bearable than winter ones, there's just no occasion to get so cold and miserable as in the wintertime. Instead of ducking under the covers for good, one can have a nap outdoors. The wee annoyances, like muffled hearing and sore muscles seem itsy-bitsy instead of paralysing. And besides, the nose was already blocked from allergies, so one is already quite used to using the hankie all the time.

Last week, I've been busy with role-playing (my character's a lovely chicken), socialising, and shopping. Most of these activities happened on Friday, as I first went shopping, then met with Lissu and lastly attended Atte's birthday party. I'm very happy to announce I think I found my outer and inner dude again.

It began with shopping, really. I was supposed to get a skirt, but everything even remotely skirtish I found was either lame, boring or humoristically challenged. So I roamed about the center a bit and looted two pairs of sneakers (I've never owned a single pair before), three t-shirts with Felix the Cat, a 30's-style knit from the mid-summer sales and a new bodybag with a Chinese cat motif (my old one had a serious sugar overload that became irremovable after the sugar transformed to icky-nasty on a rainy day). Then I met with Lissu and we had a good heart-to-heart with man-to-manly topics. Lastly, I made it to Atte's birthday party, where all the girls hanged out at the balcony and the dudes, inclusive of yours truly, hanged around in the kitchen with booze, snacks and explicit descriptions.

I've never been a girly girl, but I've had my epoque's of trying. It's so easy to slip into the girly mode, it's something people expect of any female of my stature, and expectations are so always persuasive to anyone of even remotely emphatic personality. I'm, of course, not saying I'll not steer myself into the girly every now and then for fun, but I think it's time to let go of some of the restrictions, the control that come along with girly. Out of the meek'n mousy and into the assertive. Ha.