Dip dyed my hair today!
I rather like it. Probably because the new color is pretty much the same blonde I had as a kid, before my hair got darker.
Warning: my face under the cut
Turns out I have family in Sweden and that they’ve tried to contact me on Facebook. Huh.
Did some digging in the family history. Ironically, even though I’ve always lived in the southwestern parts of Finland, all my roots are in the eastern parts, mostly Karelia. (Yet my first language is Swedish, hah.)
Guess it explains my dark hair, as Trailsofpaper pointed out.
It sucks being sick and having to make your own damn soup.
Guess I went to my parents a bit earlier than expected. Whoops.
The amount of snow here is crazy and this is supposed to be south!
Looked up my courses for next year.
*gross sobbing*
Once again I’m reminded of how PERKELEEN COMPLICATED English can be.
If my class literature was in Finnish I would’ve been done with this hours ago. Even faster if in Swedish.
Argh!
From the series me and my brothers:
Asked J for some music to listen to while studying
Got a 3-hour playlist.
Accidentially cut myself in the kitchen. There’s blood in the mulled wine now.
Because what better way to spend your Sunday than studying the history of interior design? Revival styles mess with my head.
