Its Finnish...all roads lead to the train station and other musings

Here I am in Helsinki. I've been lazy and not writing, I know. an overview:
This city is confusing as hell. There are basically no street signs. Instead, there are little road markers on the buildings that are about a foot long and 8 feet high.
If you wander around lost long enough, you will eventually end up at the rail station. Everything looks the same when you don't speak the language and can't read building signs.
The Finns are kinda a bitchy people. They don't like to help foreigners, for sure. I know they are quiet, but this is different. There is a difference between not making small talk and going out of your way to be unhelpful, especially in a customer service position like bank teller.
Helsinki is a lot dirtier than I was expecting. There is a shitton of trash on the ground everywhere. It gets cleaned every night (God knows by who, probably Estonians and Somalians) but by noon the next day it is already starting to accumulate. 
Its also incredibly quiet. No sirens, no radios, very little street chatter or noise. It takes some getting used to.
Its really hard not seeing the sun. It doesn't go high enough on the horizon to be seen over buildings. I have seen the sun a grand total of once since I got here.
This whole sun rising at 9.30 thing is bullshit. I hate waking up in the dark.

Krista, who is a Latvian girl I have been hanging out with, has decided that everything strange around here can be chalked up to the phrase "Its Finnish". The refrigerator door opens from right to left, instead of the usual left to right. There is no way to turn the vent on the stove on. Groceries keep strange hours, and close for no good reason. The entire freaking country shut down on Epiphany. Everything is incredibly expensive. Its bad form to be late anywhere, but no one every shows up on time. Its Finnish.

I've also noticed my English is getting worse from almost exclusively talking to people who do not speak English as a first language. I find myself searching for words I know, and I have a bizarre accent--a commingling of Latvian, Scottish, and Italian. It is not becoming.

Its not as cold as I was expecting, which is nice.
All the Finns walk really damn fast.
I have seen lots of dogs, but not a single mixed breed. I could immediately identify which breed they were. Its weird.
The juice here is really good.
I'm getting in the bad habit of drinking. And staying up late. Like, really late.