Darf

I didn't get the apartment I mentioned earlier on. And I guess I didn't get the job I didn't mention but had an interview to. I'm not that sure if I even wanted that job to be honest. I don't want to work. Why can't there be any nice jobs that don't require 10+ years of studies in the uni? Like, just for example, making a tv series for the BBC about the wonders of the solar system. Hm.
I don't understand.

I've been watching Dexter and I totally have the hots for his sister. She's so cute and tall and skinny. And awkward! Every time I see her running on that dreadmill I want to do the same thing. Too bad my stupid ankles start bitching when I try to run. I'm such a broken thing!

I contacted two of my 'old friends' asking if we could meet since it's been a while. The other one said yes and we're meeting next Wednesday! That is fantastic. I haven't heard from the other one but there could be real reasons for that. As, he's not online like normal people. Too bad I'm a princess and I require answers right away. It's answers or hatred!

One thing I like about living in the country is heating my gramma's wooden stowe. It's nice to sit in front of it and read. (This house is rather cold.) It can be kinda like having a fireplace!
What I should do is write in front of it. The hazard in that is of course getting super annoyed with my writing (happens a lot) and just throwing the whole thing into the fire.

Soul Atoms

I heard this story, legend, the real thing about the good old Russians/Soviets doing tests with dying people. They found out that when a person dies apparently 21 grams of his/hers weight disappears. Why? What might weigh 21g that we lose at the moment of our death?
Is it perhaps our soul?
If a soul is made of some kind of 'spirit matter' would it actually have a weight?

Today I read about Democritus, a Greek natural philosopher who introduced the idea of atoms. He also had this idea of our soul consisting of atoms. Soul atoms that are perfectly round when other atoms have all kinds of hooks and what not. So these atoms make our soul and they are not one immortal soul unit but when we die they fly away and become parts of other souls. I thought this to be a terribly interesting idea. Not that I believe in it really. I believe in an immortal soul.
But I'm not quite sure what happens to it when we die.
At some point I had this hippie idea of it becoming a part of this greater energy that radiates throughout the world. Kind of like God but maybe not all that conscious.
Maybe it becomes a part of God?
I don't enjoy the idea of our souls travelling to heaven and then getting back together with our bodies in the end. But maybe a soul doesn't have any point without a body.

Call me stupid but I just can't believe there would be no life after death. I know that thoughts are 'just' (nothing 'just' about it) electric current running through our nerves but where do they originally come from? Ideas, inventions and philosphical thinking are just so out of this world :).

A Blog?

This is my first time so be gentle.
I have been a LiveJournal writer ever since I decided to make my life somewhat public in the delicate age of 18. I wonder if starting a blog has any sense to it as I'm not a passionate photographer, a cool fashionista or a soulful poet. It's just nice to write my thoughts down every now and then and it's more interesting having sort of a public diary for everyone to see and wonder. Not that I expect anyone to read this. Maybe someone from LJ will do it.
Why not stick to LJ then?

Well, it is almost impossible to get any sleep tonight! So I created a little blog page and now I need to write something on it or it will look rather stupid and meaningless.
'Gypsy Feet' comes from a severe Gypsy Feet Disorderneurosiscondition I suffer from. It is a tiny bit painful for me to live in one place for a long time and terribly easy to make a home anywhere else. My homes are Tuusula, Helsinki, New York, Mumbai, Goa, Salt Lake City, San Francisco, London, Paris, Lyon, Santorini, Paros, no I have not even visited all these places but these and so many more are where my heart lies. I wish I could wander, wander and wonder endlessly but I wasn't born in a gypsy caravan and I rather like the comforts of modern indoor living.
Like my totem, the cat, I want to be free and independent and adventurous but still be very certain that someone will feed me when I get back home. And I think that is what I am and my soul-searching can be over and done with.

Right now, at this moment and during this breath I would like to find a little place for myself. A little home for a moment. I am looking from Helsinki but there is a place for me in London if I want to go.
I want to study physics or biology. Or then I want to be a cat and work for Q or E.
To get ready for the future! I need a little home. On monday I am going to go and take a look at one I saw on the Internets and fell in love with. This is a bad sign...
Because when I really want something and spend time dreaming and planning I am bound to get disappointed.
Oh boy. Well. You know.
Is it bad or very bad to have a cup of coffee at 5.30 am?