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Miif.
I'm trembling all over.
Probably at least partly because I'm cold, but also because I'm somewhat excited about tomorrow.
I know there's nothing really that exciting about it, just a bunch of more or less hairy Finnish musicians and music journalists hanging around, drinking beer and getting bored. If the impression I've got is correct. But still.
I know I will feel like just another little fangirl/groupie who can't be taken seriously because she's young, female and possibly finds some member of some band good-looking/fascinating/etc. *sigh*
It's so much easier for men once again. If they approach their idol or something like that, no one will think they have a fanboy crush and cherish some cheesy romantic daydreams about them. Men can just go and slam their idols on the shoulder and say something like: "Hallo, mate! Fancy a beer?"... Damn you, Jupe. :p
I wonder if I will regret going there afterwards. I hope not, but it's possible, I guess.
I know I shouldn't be this pessimistic, but I can't help thinking that it's very possible that I'll be disappointed somehow.
Oh well, maybe if I just go there to observe and learn... To see if this metal world truly is mine.
If it's not, I have some serious thinking ahead. Because I have no idea what else would I want to do with my life, something that would be realistic... Ah well.
It seems I don't have time to write a report about the Valentine's Day tonight either because I must go to pack and to sleep soon if I'm planning to be at the Railway Station at half past 11 in the forenoon. Hmm, I just realized that I don't know how we'll get back to Turku and when. Maybe I should find out when will the last train or bus leave. Meh.
And why the way, why isn't my Winamp working again? Damn that brat, his "Pimp My Computer" thing is going a bit too far...
Music would really have helped with this state I am in. Ah well, I'll probably just listen Visor Om Slutet through again before going to sleep...
Now, goodnight, children.
Hopefully I have something good to tell next time.
Wish me luck.
I'm trembling all over.
Probably at least partly because I'm cold, but also because I'm somewhat excited about tomorrow.
I know there's nothing really that exciting about it, just a bunch of more or less hairy Finnish musicians and music journalists hanging around, drinking beer and getting bored. If the impression I've got is correct. But still.
I know I will feel like just another little fangirl/groupie who can't be taken seriously because she's young, female and possibly finds some member of some band good-looking/fascinating/etc. *sigh*
It's so much easier for men once again. If they approach their idol or something like that, no one will think they have a fanboy crush and cherish some cheesy romantic daydreams about them. Men can just go and slam their idols on the shoulder and say something like: "Hallo, mate! Fancy a beer?"... Damn you, Jupe. :p
I wonder if I will regret going there afterwards. I hope not, but it's possible, I guess.
I know I shouldn't be this pessimistic, but I can't help thinking that it's very possible that I'll be disappointed somehow.
Oh well, maybe if I just go there to observe and learn... To see if this metal world truly is mine.
If it's not, I have some serious thinking ahead. Because I have no idea what else would I want to do with my life, something that would be realistic... Ah well.
It seems I don't have time to write a report about the Valentine's Day tonight either because I must go to pack and to sleep soon if I'm planning to be at the Railway Station at half past 11 in the forenoon. Hmm, I just realized that I don't know how we'll get back to Turku and when. Maybe I should find out when will the last train or bus leave. Meh.
And why the way, why isn't my Winamp working again? Damn that brat, his "Pimp My Computer" thing is going a bit too far...
Music would really have helped with this state I am in. Ah well, I'll probably just listen Visor Om Slutet through again before going to sleep...
Now, goodnight, children.
Hopefully I have something good to tell next time.
Wish me luck.
