Vaasa: The self-discovery bit

Our assignment for class tomorrow is to speak (in Finnish, of course) for two hours MINUTES on something about which we have a strong opinion.

Here's the thing: I can't think of a single thing.

I've come up with two possible reasons for this that seem likely to me. The first is that I'm pretty sure that all my opinions are about things that no one in my Finnish class will care about: that Kelly Rowland was the best member of Destiny's Child, for example, or that pasta is best when it's filled with cheese.

This is, by no means, all of the candy I've eaten on this trip.

The second possibility is that there's a slight chance that I think my opinions are actually all facts: people who dislike Monkey Island are dumb, my junk food intake should never be limited by the laws of physics, etc. These things should be self-evident, and I can't quite comprehend how any rational human being could disagree. (And when one does, I just yell a lot. There's probably a better way to handle my life, come to think of it, but what would I blog about?)

The more likely explanation is weaksauce, which is why I pretended it didn't exist up until this paragraph: I'm rather averse to rocking the boat, and the problem with opinions is that someone always disagrees. I CAN'T HANDLE IT. (How have I lived this long?) And in Finnish class, I can't tell if everyone's dumbfounded stares are because I've just something horribly unacceptable or because no one was actually paying attention. (Hint: it's probably the latter.)

The rocks'll cost ya extra.

Anyway, that's enough about me. You came here for pictures of trees and water, and pictures of trees and water you will get. Also, someone remind me to post about the ~cruise~ we went on, thank you very much. I want to use the word "foamsplosion" in it, so it's in everyone's best interest that I get around to putting together said post in the near future.