insomnia be my guide

so
sleep has become weird... i'm not on US time... i'm not on finland time
i'm somewhere in between
has inspired some neat "artsy" things but has made doing anything interesting
every night i go to sleep, i wake up at 4am, on the dot

trying to sync it by an ingenious plan:
stay up all night saturday, then all day sunday, then go to sleep at a reasonable hour sunday evening

sounds good... if it doesn't kill me

The Quest for the Perfect Pizza
so they have tons of pizza places around here... i've been sampling, trying to find the best

alan's: a block to the right of my complex
pretty tasty, a bit sketch, reassonably priced... used canned mushrooms though D:
good for close...
4/5 stars

koti: in the LOTR valley across from the KKK citymarket
eh, was ok..... kinda thin on the crust, a bit pricey... close but...
2/5 stars

pizzeria maria: in city centre
really amazing, and cheap for a huge pizza... never had friend onion rings on a pizza before but damn they were good, will go back
5/5 stars best yet

i think lenka is pissed at me because i missed a small dust bunny in one of the corners of the kitchen. i don't really care though, to lax to care about that nonsense.

though she does amuse me... the more i get to know her the less i find redeemable about her... she's showing herself to be quite spiteful and most unforgiving... and not too bright... the one thing that gets to me more than anythign else is that she treats us like petulant children.

last night, a bag of shrimp fell out of the freezer, i heard it and went to the kitchen. while rearranging the contents of the freezer, she got home. "let me do that" pushes out the way.
"ok lenka...", i turned and started washing a few dishes... she turned to me, my carton of ice cream and hers in either hand. mine is sweet tasty toffee, hers is banana toffee. dead serious and most worried over the issue she asked me "however will we tell them apart????"
i stared at her "well, yours is in a yellow box, says in bold letters "BANANI-TOFFEE" on it and has a picture of a banana... we'll manage" she still looked lost.... so i showed her mine was opened, she got the picture.

she has trang so scared i asked her(trang) a question yesterday and she said she thought i was going to be mad at her for something when i had first started talking.

crazy. lenka said she wanted to make this comfortable as student housing but has doled out rules that only fit herself.

my adaptation continues... finnish history course started last week, think it will be good besides the papers from hell i have to write for it. dear god i might have to use annotation D: i've never been good at that.