Hmm. I've got some kind English language addiction. :'D No, seriously, I need to write and talk English every once in a while just to make sure that my skills haven't gone worse. So what an excellent idea was to start writing this stupid diary in English.
Actually this idea got started last night when I was writing random things on my computer. I went to Word Pad which I hardly ever use and just started to write a simply letter. It wasn't to real person and even the writer wasn't really me. It told about two people who had been apart for a long time and the male one had problems but he told that he'd come back soon. All this stuff he was telling to his lover, Molly, who was passionately wating her husband to return home. At first it felt kind of weird but after all it made me feeling better in some wicked way, I don't even no by myself why I had these all strange ideas and feelings inside my head... Maybe I'm just little insane or something. ;D Well, that wouldn't be nothing new, I suppose.

Well, back to my own life. Tomorrow I have to help my mother and the whole family to make my and my brother's what ever they're called in English party (rippijuhla) and there will be a lot of stuff for doing. And I have to re-colour my hair and all that... And on Sunday I'll go to my brother's confirmazion (or what ever it's called) and after that we'll party as hell! :''DD Muahah. Oh, maybe I went too far. It's just a nice party where all our relatives and friends will come. I'll probably get some presents and MONEY. Hah.

But now I'll leave this computer and go to upstairs where I'll start some random project. In the night time I always got brilliant and not-so-brilliant ideas. Get used to it.

- Immu