Today was a special day for a number of reasons. I realised I did not have to open my jacket slightly as I cycled furiously up the hill to school, and was not uncomfortably hot afterwards as usual. This was of course due to the approaching winter, and my lack of sweat was compensated with freezing ears. Not just any old freezing ears either. It wasn't long after my shower, and I must have had some water in my ear, because I have never felt such high precision stinging  coldness. Imagine someone dropping a drop of liquid nitrogen into your ear. It would actually probably be a lot worse than what I felt, but at least you would  have a great story to tell your friends. Today was also specical because I had remembered for the first time (honestly!) to do my Physics homework, the neglecting of which is always a risk with The Dark Man of a Thousand Impending Dooms! henceforth referred to as TMTID.

After school I went out to Tapiola with Elf Boy. Elf Boy is a poor American exchange student who I have got to know fairly well. "Poor" because he has the misfortune of falling prey to my notorious creativity and being nicknamed Elf Boy for the purposes of this blog. "Elf Boy" because he does, among other things, an awfully good impression of elves in doing various things, such as cooking pastry. My apologies if you happen to be reading.

My special day continued, as during our time in Tapiola we were approached by three different people! I've never been approached by a single stranger in Tapiola, and I've lived here for almost five years. Three people! The first was a small woman who wanted to ask us the question: "What do you feel is restricting your life?" for a Christian Youth magazine (and so the mystery behind today's post title is revealed!) She also took pictures of us for the magazine. Will be interesting to hunt down said magazine in a few weeks time perhaps.

The other strangers weren't quite as extraordinary. Both were old people asking for directions from an apparently "nice looking young man" or as Elf Boy put it "Chirstian Youth" -_- One was looking for an expensive café, and the other for Hesburger. I told him Hesburger had been replaced by SubWay, at which he was somewhat annoyed, seemingly because I was picky enough to distinguish between Hesburger and McDonalds. So, I then pointed him towards the large McDonalds sign about 50m away. What a respectable old man such as he wanted to do at McDonalds is a good question. Perhaps he was on his way to meet his spoiled grandchildren or similar, the favourite hangout of Tapiola's resident oldies being Kaisan Café, the home the the legendary huge pulla, a Finnish pastry traditionaly baked by elves.

The special content of my day ends there, although I could go onto describing my depressingly futile attempts at homework today. From that however, refrain I will.