Me, Myself and I
♥ Thank you Gaia. Without you, we would never have met ♥
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~We made it, love. Against all odds.~
I'm (enter whatever nickname you have in store for me). I'm (almost) 26, where oh where did the time go? A University of Dundee graduate with a BSc in Molecular Genetics. Now I'm doing my MSc in Bioinformatics! Woop woop! While I may have turned slightly more nerdy in my ways ( I mean, my current MSc involves me learning programming, for Pete's sake!), I am still wanting to focus on the wet lab work in the field of science. Although, having said that, I really really really enjoy programming (the focus is in R and Python). Aiming for a doctorate in my lovely home country and waiting impatiently to spend the rest of my life in a laboratory with my lovely friends, Drosophila melanogaster. I'm actually Finnish, but after graduating from IB, I couldn't imagine studying in Finnish, so instead I moved to Scotland. And there hasn't been a moment of regret, even though I left my family and all of my friends back home. But now I'm back, having also dragged my unfortunate Texan home with me. Thankfully he embraces the cold, the grumpy people and the summers that see no darkness.
I am one of the those people who have reached the point where I really couldn't care less about the way others might see me. Though that doesn't mean that I won't/can't take in constructive criticism. Notice the word constructive. I do have the ability to see when someone's just bullshitting me, trying to fit me into a mold they have for me in their head or thinking that they know me better to understand my true character. I love myself and I have some fantastic friends and that is all that matters to me. And let it be said, I am most likely one of the most confident people you will ever have the (questionable) pleasure to know.
I am the ultimate people pleaser when it comes to the ones I love. I will remember small details about you, such as what you take with your coffee, if you're allergic to something and what is your favourite smoothie flavour. And I love brightening someone's day by just telling them how pretty they might look that particular day or giving hugs. I'm more of an observer and it tends to be difficult to actually get me talking(but once you reach that state, I apparently never stop). I love getting to know people, so I have nothing against just listening to what someone has to say. Because of this (and my inability to confide in almost anyone, let alone trust them), my friendships usually tend to be slightly partial with me knowing everything about other people before they get to know me.
I absolutely love music, it is nearly my oxygen. If there is a sale on cds, you can be sure I'll be walking out of there with at least five of them. I am constantly adding new music onto my iPod Frankie with whom I share a close and exclusive relationship. I take him with me everywhere and actually refuse to leave home if I don't have him with me. I listen to music whenever I have the chance. The music I listen to reflects the way I feel and especially important are the lyrics. I simply refuse to listen to anything that doesn't seem to have the slightest point. Other than that I don't like to district my taste in music too much, since I might miss out on a lot (though my taste in music tends to lean to the metal/grunge/rock end of the spectrum). But none the less, because of this, my library varies from such artists as Tchaikovsky, Vivaldi and Emilie Autumn to System of a Down, Seether and Impaled Nazarene, just to name a very, very small fraction. And I am constantly open to new suggestions.
I am also passionate about literature. I am constantly running out of space in my bookshelf. I could spend my entire student loan at Borders if someone doesn't drag me out in time. I almost always carry some book with me and I can read for hours without stopping. My favourite writers vary from J.R.R.Tolkien, Franz Kafka and Anne McCaffrey to Jane Austen, William Shakespeare, Vladimir Nabokov and Charles Bukowski. I have a passion towards graphic novels and I most likely know more about the X-Men than you do.
I love words. With some authors, such as Nabokov or Tolkien, I could read their books to eternity and back, just because they use English in such a beautiful way that it can bring tears to my eyes and leave me breathless. I love listening to people talk in different languages and also enjoy learning new languages myself. I enjoy the fact that my English is beginning to have a slight Scottish accent to it, and that I can speak various languages. Finnish still remains as my favourite language though, simply because it is so onomatopoetic. With every language, I adore the small curiosities and words that cannot be properly translated to other languages.
I don't think it comes as a surprise when I say that art has a special place in my heart as well. I can spend hours at a museum or an art gallery, just taking it all in. There are so many different artists I appreciate, it's difficult to name any specific era that reigns supreme. I also draw myself, but lately I've had no time to draw because I do nothing but freaking study, so my skills(if I ever had any) are going downhill. But hopefully I'll get a chance to pick up the pencil again soon enough...
I tend to be very responsible and think things through. I'm also a good listener. I'm usually the one my friends come for comfort, but that doesn't mean that I won't be the voice of reason to them if they complain about some petty problem they might have. I do give advice, if someone asks for my opinion. It is entirely up to you whether you'll follow them or not. But I do tend to be right with these things. I'm also reliable when it comes to important matters. If I say I'll do something, you can count on it. I also tend to be on time, and I will pester you to no end if you're the one who's always late.
I rarely do things I don't see any point in doing. Examples of things like these include smoking and drinking alcohol. I don't see them as anything else but harmful to both you and people around you, as a waste of money and time and the beginning of many arguments. I myself am quite capable to have fun without being drunk and I like my lungs pure, thank you very much. However, I won't preach to anyone about drinking and smoking. Quite frankly, it is everyone's own business what they do with their body.
I do care about the way I look...to put it shortly, I have a passion for fashion(no, not rhyming on purpose). Right now, I'm enjoying more classic lines(1940s/1950s) and the current fashion. So, my outifts tend to take something in from all of that. But don't think for a second that I'm all about the outfits and just change my personal style as soon as there's a new fashion out there. I do take interest, but not to the point of fashion being the air I breathe. I also feel that my body isn't complete which is why I have both piercings and tattoos. And more are coming. However, this doesn't mean that I'm vain. I don't judge people by the way they look, and I really dislike people who do. I do have first impressions since those are impossible to just switch off, but they can be changed.
I love smelling people. The closer you are to my heart, the better you must smell. I love it when I can just bury my head against someone's neck and sniff them. I also love hands. And touching people. I'm a physical person. I love to be curled up against someone and to be touched. It makes me feel safe. If you don't like to be touched, chances are that we won't get along that well. I do respect other people's space, and if I don't know you that well, I'll keep my distance. But as soon as you and I get friendly, I'll stick to you like a post-it.
I am a huge fan of movies. Especially old movies from the Hollywood Golden Age. Black and white movies. Movies by Tarantino and Tim Burton. Musicals. I absolutely adore Rocky Horror Picture Show. I also like anything by Monty Python. And movies about drag queens. My movie collection is constantly growing even though every month I swear I won't buy any DVDs.
Ah, video games. Being a 90s kid, my childhood was spent with NES, my teen days with PS1, and now my adulthood with PS2 and DS. And the occasional PC game(mainly Morrowind and Oblivion). I miss my playstation all the time when I'm in Scotland, because it's back home, all alone and neglected...poor thing. Thankfully, I at least have my DS, which is how I spend my time when I'm not studying.
I am generally a very loyal, caring and cheerful person. Not to say that I don't have my moments when I feel like ripping someone's limb off and beating them senseless with it, but I generally do always tend to be happy and smiling. I love it that I don't have to be anything other than who I am with my friends, and if I feel like dancing while playing pool, I know that my friends will not ask me to stop embarrassing them, but rather join in. I have the strange tendency to not scare pigeons while walking, but rather stop and let them pass so that they don't get scared. I also can't kill insects (unless it's in a laboratory where it's sadly quite essential to make sure they don't escape) and the like. No matter how allergic I might be to them, I will catch them under a glass and take them back outside. Most likely will even be talking to them while doing that. If that makes me strange, then so be it. I don't feel like I have the right to punish something by killing it just because it happened to fly/walk/crawl into the wrong place.
Yes, I am a lutheran christian(though I do have certain aspects in my views that differ from this norm slightly) and was raised as such. No, I will not shove my religious views down your throat, won't even bring it up unless asked. I expect the same sort of consideration from you. If you can't have a normal, civilised conversation about that topic, I have no problem telling you to ******** off.
I'm your basic childish, ”haha I told you so” kind of person. I'm quite temperamental. I do complain, but mostly I just suck it up. I have a strange fascination towards hands and love watching them when people do something. I tend to get very whiny when I'm tired and I am not a sight to be seen when I've just woken up. I am brutally honest if you ask for my opinion. I will not speak to you in the morning if I don't feel like it, I'm not up to the task. I always stay up too late and then drag my sorry a** to school half-awake. I love watching people and quiet sundays at Waterstones, drinking coffee and reading. I always carry with me a bottle of water, I'm afraid I'll dehydrate. I adore every one of my friends and love it when someone says ”You know me too well” to me. I can be a total b***h if the situation calls for it, or if I just don't like you. I love stretching boundaries, both mine and other people's. I'm addicted to moisturiser. I hate being labelled, since I am nothing but myself. I love such curiosities as anatomy colouring books and glow-in-the-dark underwear. I make weird noises all the time and like to give people friendly spanks. I love naming inanimate objects and hugging people. I usually go all the way with my feelings and either love every little bit about something or hate the mere sight of it. I am confident, but I still do get my moments of insecurity.
I have found my schistosoma mansoni worm, the love of my life, the one and only, in a certain Straylogic. He's even older than I am, in Gaia years and real life. Haaa. And like so many love stories of the digital age, I found him from the pits of Gaia(word games, anyone?). First time I ever actually noticed him, he annoyed the hell out of me. I distinctly remember thinking ''What an unbelievably arrogant p***k!'' and then adding him to my ignore list faster than emo kids post new pictures on MySpace. But thankfully I decided to clean up my friends & ignore lists one day and went to his profile. Wow. That changed my life. Once we got talking, it took very little time for me to fall head over heels in love with him, and just as little time to realise that I would never want to share my life with anyone else. He knows me better than most of my friends who've known me my whole life, even better than I know myself every now and then. For five long (and seemingly endless) years we had to endure the distance between USA and Europe. Five almost miserable years in which we both learned to love and hate airports, because we would see eachother again (which was absolute heaven) only to be back a short time later to have the other one torn away again (my picture of what hell must be like). Long-distance relationships are really not for the faint of heart. On the 18th of April 2012 (Stray was visiting Finland for a few weeks), we were out celebrating our anniversary. After a wonderful day (during which he'd been acting annoyingly weird), he knelt down in front of me right there on the street. It was perfect. I of course said yes. A year or so later, on the 3rd of June 2013, we exchanged rings and promised to love eachother for the rest of our lives. And we haven't been apart since. It was a rough fve years, but despite all the heartache, the saddness, the very narrow rays of happiness and against all odds, we made it. And I couldn't be happier. Now that we've been together for nearly seven years, as well as managing to be in the same country uninterrupted for nearly two of them (unheard of for us!), I can say with all of my heart and soul that he's everything I ever wished for and could only hope to find.