here's to my flatmate, hope you never see this.

PROS AND CONS

Cons
You're a total dick
You're annoying
You're loud on the phone
You don't reply to my messages lol wonder why
You have mood swings. Serious mood swings
You're a dick
You wear weird jeans. You have the body of a damn model, please dress better.
You like someone else ;__;
I like you.

Pros
You're cute
And kinda hot in your own way
You're nice when you want to be
You weren't loud on the phone last night after I told you I was going to bed seriously I love you for that
You've emptied the bin TWICE more than what I was hoping for.
You were both funny AND nice to me five seconds ago
I like you
Read again the one before the last one.
I really like you :/
You're the best flatmate one can have.
You make ugly clothes look good
Whenever you're nice you make my day
And even the next one.

Fuck off :/

Oona x

RANTING

SERIOUSLY???? ON MY LAST DAY OF WORK, I'M RIDING PONY AND FINALLY LEARN HOW HE WORKS??!?!?! SERIOUSLY? THE LAST DAY? FUCK SAKES

I've got to bin a couple pairs of shoes and a few shirts and two broken! pairs of jeans so I can fit Taytos in my luggage.

Oona x

PACKING 101: HOW TO STUFF YOUR WHOLE LIFE INTO TWO SUITCASES AND A HANDBAG

1:1 Walk into your room.
 Alright. Time to start. Ok maybe I'll just quickly check Tumblr first.

*45min later
2:1 Place computer on your bed.
     Okay that's it I'm starting now seriously.
2:2 Look at shit laying on your floor and take a deep, frustrated breath.
     Ok bitch it's all your fault. Get to it now. Go. GO! DO IT BITCH.

3:1 Turn on music. Not that playlist. The other one. Sing along (terribly)
     Ooh a facebook notification!!!
3:2 Check facebook.

4:1 Look at shit still laying on the floor. Realise that the floor is really dirty. Get hoover in your room.
     Oh but I can't hoover this yet cos the floor is full of clothes. And shite.

5:1 Place suitcase on bed. Take a piece of clothing in your hand and look at it.
      I might wanna wear this fecker tonight or in 5 minutes or tomorrow.
5:2 Put piece of clothing to the closet.
      Repeat 5 times.

6:1 Change song. Bastille doesn't suit the moment.
6:2 Lay face down on the floor and cry in desperation.

7:1 Go downstairs and make tea.
7:2 Go back upstairs.
7:3 Forget about tea.

8: Repeat paragraph 5 twice.
8:1 Find an item that you can pack.
8:2 Shove item into suitcase.
8:3 Take item out, roll it tightly and place it neatly into suitcase.
      Repeat six times.
8:4 Feel good and productive
     Time for Tumblr as a reward yay!!!  
8:5 Spend an hour on Tumblr.

9:1 Pick up clothes, roll them and place them neatly in suitcase.
9:2 Feel productive
     Damn I'm good at this

10:1 Realise that you also have other things besides clothes that you need to pack.
10:2 Roll toilet paper around random items and place them in suitcase.
10:3 Smile contentedly.

11:1 Repeat paragraph 5

12:1 Look at shit on the floor and the bed, window sill and such places.
        I'm still gonna need that crap. 
12:2 Sit on bed.
12:3 Take computer
12: 4 Check facebook, Tumblr, Twitter.
12:5 Smile contentedly.
        I'll take it from here tomorrow

13:1 Go shopping for craploads of Taytos and Oreos.

la da dee laa la da do

I'm feeling extraordinary light-headed at the moment. I jumped the pony again in the morning and... Well.

First 4 or 5 jumps went well. Then my coach lifted the vertical up to about 100 cm, and first two times went great. Then I guess Pones had had enough or something, and refused a couple times, just ran past it and was a bit out of control. Then I got him to jump it again from both sides after using some interesting voice aids didn't know I could shout GO so loud oh my goodness and I thought he was all good again. But nope! Next time we approached, he was going, felt like he was going, I was going and oops he changed his mind and wasn't going and stopped and I landed face down somewhere between in/under and in front of the fence. It didn't hurt too bad, my thighs are slightly swollen and bruised and ribs hurt, but no biggie.

Pony took off but thankfully didn't run away, only to the corner of the arena and started eating. I caught him ok, and was mounting him, just getting my leg over his back when he took off, started bucking and I was on the ground again, this time landed on my back/neck though. Yeeaa bells ringing in my head and legs shaking and all that lovely kind of shite. Sooo I got back up again, and HA he took off again ::) galloped like 5 rounds around the arena with me on the back with no sitrrups. When I finally got him back, we walked for a while and then jumped a small vertical from both sides so that it was sort of in the middle of a figure of eight. But oh no, it wasn't over for that little cunt yet. My coach got up himself, and schooled him for a good 15-20 minutes. Made me feel like a super crappy rider tho, watching him work and Pony just being like a little angel. Cheers.

Then I got back up again myself, did a couple transitions and halts and backing and finally gave him a long walk.

I'm feeling rather weak at the minute, can't really move my arms, legs hurt, thighs sore as hell, ribs hurt, abs hurt and I have a teerrrrible headache. Just hope it's not at least not a bad concussion or anything :/ My riding hat's not looking so good though, gotta check that it's not broken :/

Woah, I'm getting some rest now before riding the other two and walking the pony in the afternoon... Also because it's probably my last day of work, I'm gonna have to clean up everything and everywhere so... Yay.

Bye
Oona x

summer or life like it was summer

I had a chat with a super good friend of mine about how this summer has been the bestest ever for both of us, we don't want it to end, we want life to stay exactly like it is right now and how neither of us has any motivation to go to school. We're both really emotional at the minute she's crying, I'm fighting it... and I just thought I'd pull together a little post about the whole concept, summer.

What I've loved the most about this summer is that I haven't needed to think. I've lived one day at a time, most of the time not even knowing what day it is. I've done what I've been told to do, on free time whatever the hell I've wanted to, worked hard and put all my thoughts in what I'm doing. I've had no need to stress about anything, nothing to worry about, nothing to even really upset me. Of course there's been "drama" but it's all been so petty and irrelevant, of no importance. Just shallow drama that everyone would forget about in no time. All about understanding and forgiveness, and though it sounds really silly and hippie, it's true. No grudges, and no need to apologise to anyone about anything, mostly because there's been nothing to apologise about.

This summer every day has been different. Even though a disgustingly large part of it has been boring as hell, I'd rather take all the boringness eeh? boredom? no idea. ten million billion times than none of this summer at all. I've experienced so much, both bad and good things and have grown up so much  mentally. The range of feelings I've felt is a hundred times bigger than anything I've ever been feeling in my life. Both happiness and sadness, anger and laughter, everything together and separately.

I'm not saying that this summer has been the perfect summer to fill every teenage girls expectations. Of course not. It's not even the "perfect summer" I've always been dreaming of. No way. But this summer was exactly what I needed at this point in my life, at this age and the situation I'm in back in Finland. I'm so grateful for these nearly 2,5 months that I've been able to be out of my own life, stress, work, school and problems.

One of the reasons I'm writing this is probably because I secretly believe in YOLO, and simply because it is true. This is the one life I have, and it's my mission to make the best of it. We'll never get back the times that we spend doing nothing, or the opportunities that we turn down. I'm not saying #YOLO swag and meaning that we should do stupid and reckless things while we can. That only makes the one life we have an awful much shorter. I'm saying that because we only have one life, we should take all the good opportunities we're offered, live to the fullest and always aim to be happy. I sound like I'm light headed or high when I say this but seriously, I think this world would be a cool place to live in if people did more of what makes them happy than what's politically correct and appropriate.

I'm gonna miss all of this summer, even the bad times at the beginning, the times that truly have taught me that boys are dicks, and the times that taught me to never take anyone's reliability for granted... Most of all I'm going to miss the moments with lots of laughter, smiling, friends, happiness, success, excitement... The moments when I've done something I'd never done before, something that I couldn't ever even have imagined doing. Moments I've spent with people that I might never see again, in a place that I might never come to again. It makes me sad to think about it, how these couple days might be the last days that I'll ever see my flatmate who has become so important to me. I can't describe how much he really means to me. I don't think he even knows it himself. The funny quiet relationship we have is something I've never experienced before, but it's a huge part of everything here. I already miss him craploads, don't even want to know what it's going to be like :/ be in this house, be with the horses... I hate knowing that I have to leave behind Pony and all the work I've done with him and how much I love him, Annie and how much she's improved and even MoCara and our love-hate relationship.

This was not supposed to turn into a sad weepy story, but oops. I'm not admitting that I'm crying but I just might be...

F this. I'm gonna go sleeping I hate life. I'm going to curl into a ball and hide inside my closet until the 9th and "OOPS I MISSED MY FLIGHT what to do what to do... :)"

Oona x

My last weekend

I felt so sad to realise that I've only got 5 nights, 4 days left here. I'm excited to see my family and friends an all that but the rest of Finland... No thanks :::)

I jumped Pones yesterday again, and he was so much more relaxed and just soooo good!! We were supposed to jump today but didn't so I did some light flat work with draw reins. Canter was difficult, but probably just because we were in the indoor arena and poor Pony hates that motherf'r.

I'm very happy with Annie and how she's improved. Two days in a row she's been really good and nearly soft, and actually even submitted in all gaits both rings :) Yayay. MoCara was a lazy shit today, and didn't even sweat I did tho, eff off old man... but yeah he can be a bit of a cunt at times. Excuse the bad language. I'm slightly irritated at the minute.

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Oona x.

It's wonderful how boys can be cool with their feminine side, but...

SERIOUSLY I've got a feeling that my 100% male yep I've checked lol just kiddin flat mate just used my shampoo. I mean sure it's quite a unisex type of a shampoo but, still...? Ehh. Maybe next he wants to borrow my blowdryer and then the deodorant and then concealer? Sure it would be cool to share the leave-in conditioner with him as well but I PAID LIKE 3€ FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKIN SHAMPOO bitch. And yeah...

I jumped Pones in the morning, for the first time in the jumping field. At first he was tense and spooky and not even as forward as usually, but after warm-up and canter I got some of the nervousness out of him. We started with poles on a straight line, just back and forth in canter so that he's under control. Then we moved on to a small small as in literally tiny vertical, which he cleared fine, no spooking and not even too fast and he came back ok as well. After that we moved on to another vertical with wings, and he spooked at that a bit but jumped ok. Then we were told to come again, but this time one of the wings was under the fence. Oh boy was it scary, but he cleared it ok at the first attempt as well.

We jumped those two a couple times as a line as well, and I was supposed to get him back as quickly as possible. Went ok, I guess. The fences weren't big, the height was really not the point today thankfully. 

After that we moved on to apparently a SUPER SCARY VERTICAL WITH A SUPER SCARY GATE UNDERNEATH IT and that was when shit started going down... Ya he got a bit mad at me for getting mad at him and then when I finally thought he WAS going, turned out he wasn't and I found myself on the ground and and and... He didn't refuse after that but jumped it quite well a couple times, and I was quite happy with him like that. Then we jumped another scary vertical, but it went pretty good because I guess I knew what to expect and Pony realised that we'd get mad at him if he didn't behave. So we jumped that two times from both sides and then the whole "course" combined.

The course went well, and we were both happy with baby and he seemed quite chuffed himself as well. We're going to jump tomorrow and the day after tomorrow again, and to quote my boss/in this occasion coach "see how he changes". The aim is to get him to be confident and to trust me and to realise that I know what we're doing hahhahahahhaha yeea. and that way to stay under control and spook less. That's one hell of a goal if you ask me but if you never try you'll never know.

And just to avoid a 10000th photo-less post, here you go.

What are wo going to do today, Brainy?

I'm off to watch Larry Stylinson analysis videos and cry over fanfic. Goodbye

Oona x