I love kids. But not in the Michael Jackson kind of way...

Kids make life so much fun. Unlike their older variants kids say what their thinking and don't really care what you say about it. Yesterday i had a very fun run in with some kids. After spending sometime at Stockmann doing kettles (Which i'll blog about in a minute) i hopped on the tram to go home and get some food. And after taking a tram to HobuJaama i jumped off and waited for a tram headed to Kadriorg, and i was quite happy to see one was already on it's way. So as i walked up to it from the back i saw a group of young boys (10,11,12?) in the back waving at me and making faces at me. Remember, i was in my funny uniform. So because that was the tram i was supposed to go on anyway, i jumped on the back with them and flashed them a big smile. Some laughed, some cringed in fear thinking "Uh-Oh, here comes the scary military guy to yell at us!" and others just pretended not to notice me. But one brave little boy looked me in the eye and asked me "What are you doing? Playing at being a cop?" With a little laugh a replied that no, i was in fact a soldier in the Salvation Army. Now of course these are young boys. Armies and fighting still seem pretty cool at that age. So they asked me all sorts of fun questions, and halfway figured out that i was not Estonian and that i don't speak Estonian very well so they switched to English as best they could. That's one thing that has always amazed me about Estonians, they're almot all bilingual! If only i could pull that off....Anyway, they asked "Is it cool to be in an army?" And of course said "It's cool to be in this one!" and my favorite question "What kind of missions do you have?" "Well saving the world of course!" "What?" "Saving the world from their sins! But this is my stop so i gotta go..." It was only one stop from Hobujaama to home, which is sad because i would have enjoyed a longer talk with those kids. But i gave them a "Mis on PäästeArmee?" ("What is the Salvation Army?") so now they know what the Salvation Army is and i have this little fantasy that one of them will start coming to the Salvation Army and someday will wind up as the general and will write in their biography "I first met a salvationist when i was eleven. I was on a tram and this guy in a funny uniform walked in claiming he had a mission to save the world..."

But let's leave fantasy land and jump back to reality. I had a very fun time at Stockmann. I stood at the front door for the first time, and this time i was allowed to stand inside! Warmth...YAY! Not much interesting happened except that one lady ran up to me, put in a wad of money and then said a long string of words in Estonian and then ran off. I hate it when people do that because it's just like "If you talk slower maybe i'd understand!" But i did understand this part "Ahh, The Salvation Army! You do such good work! Blablabla...I don't speak Estonian that well" Actually that last part was me, she spoke Estonian just fine. Another interesting thing that happened was that an old couple came and stood right in front and started fighting. I couldn't figure out why, but it was quite annoying. And i felt rather guilty when i did found out why. Apparently they were fighting over whether or not to put any money in. But the wife won and dumped in a pile of coins while her husband gave me a "You little devil!" Kind of look. I gave them both a big smile and a very happy sounding "Äitah!" That was interesting. As standing kettles always is. Then the final interesting thing was when a guy come up to me and in a German accent spoke to me in English telling me this was the last of his Estonian money before he went back to Germany as he dumped in a pile of coins. I thanked him in english (Nine sprecken ze duetch!) and with a nice "God Bless" he was off. And i was quite happy to be replaced by an old lady from the corps. It was good.

So anyway, that's really all that happened interesting. Well, except that we had a Christmas part at the Lastekeskus (Children's Center) and the scary rent-a-Santa had some kind of stick with a pointy crystal on the top that made it look like if you tried to look at your presents before Christmas he'd gut you with it. But there wasn't much to blog about there, so for now i must go take out the trash. I've let it pile far too long. So anyway, Cya!

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Wierd Al Yankovic

Trash day (Excerpt)

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There's somethin' rotten here (say what?)

You better hold your nose, oh (uh, uh, uh, uh)

(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)

Oh, boy there's a lot in here (a lot)

And every day it grows (uh, uh, uh, uh)

(Hey, you disgusting slob, you gotta take the trash out)

Make ya wanna throw up

Kettles!!

I like standing kettles. It's fun! And for those not used to my Salvo terminology, to stand kettles is standing and collecting money for the Salvation Army, and in America we do that with red kettles. Here we have two different ways. We have a kettle, rather like in America, but the bottom is black and only the top is red, which i think makes it look evil and scary. But hey, it's what we've got! And then we have this annoying little red things from finland that has a handle and you hold in your hand, very uncomfortable and unwieldly, it's what we use the most because it's so portable. So anyway, this morning i got recruited to stand kettles because no one else had signed up, and since i don't have anything better to do (Actually i have other things that need doing, just nothing better) i ended up going to Raekoja Plats and then Stockmann to collect money. It was cold. Despite the fact that the sun was out i was still freezing. You know why? Of course not, i haven't told you yet! Well anyway, after eating a fish-stick and cheese sandwhich for lunch i went off with my Dad to the Corps, put on my uniform, and had him help me get the kettle to Raekoja Plats (Town Hall square, one of, if not the busiest tourist centers of Tallinn). I got to have the evil red and black big one. So i was happy, i wouldn't have to hold a dumb hunk of plastic! But little did i know that the only place we were allowed to stand was right next to the Troika resturant, tucked behind the stage and Christmas market. Let me try to give you some idea of where i was. In front of me was a row of houses selling all sorts of touristy things, ecxept i was facing THE BACK of them, so now of the touristy people buying touristy things saw me to give money to me. And if the wasn't bad enough i had the giant black stage in front and to the left of me and next to that they were doing construction, so now one could see me from the front or left, and behind me was a wall, so no one from there either. And on my right was the side alley entrance to Raekoja Plats. So i had a few people come to look at the guy in the funny uniform. I almot thought that a group of teenagers of questionable nationaliy (They didn't speak any language i knew) were going to come up to me the way they do with with British palace guards in movies. and try and get me to talk and move and stuff. I would have thought that was hilarious, because unlike the guards in Britain i'm there to talk! But sadly no one came up to mess with me. Well, as me and me and my Dad were setting up one older lady came up and in first Finnish, then Russian and finally Estonian came up and ask the classic Salvation Army question "Salvation? Who are you saving?" It's always a fun question to answer. I'm always tempted to make stuff up and say "We're here to save you from asking us dumb questions, and the only way can do that is by stalking you and then sniping you through your bedroom window as you sleep. What did you say your name and home address were again?" But of course i didn't.

Anyway, as i stood next to my kettle in Raekoja Plats smiling nicely at old lady or funky teenager who happened to walk, a strange thing happened. An older guy and his wife, who were both obviously British walked past me and stared at me kind of guiltily, and of course what does a kettle worker do when he gets a guilty stare? He gives a "Think of the poor starving people who aren't even going to get to eat this Christmas because you were too greedy and didn't put in any money" kind of smile. Now most people don't know how it's possible to say all that with one smile, but believe me, it's possible. So anyway, this gulty British couple walked past and then went and hid behind a car. No joke, they went and hid behind a car. And they stared at me, and talked, and finally come to some conclusion becuase the lady went into the crystal store and the man went into the Christmas market. "Odd" i thought. But then next thing i know the man reapears from the Christmas market, being very careful to look like he hadn't already passed me, and then, with a fake interested look on his face, walked up and dropped in some money. And then scurried away as quickly as he could and mumbled something as i called out my customary "Äitah!" It was very funny. And then later the couple walked by me again and as they were walking closer i heard him say to her "Love, you can't be hungry again!" and then as i looked over at them they quit speaking in English and tried to walk past without looking at me. Well, without looking directly at me, even though they did stare out me in an awed sort of way out of the corners of their eyes. They were funny.

And the rest of my time at Raekoja Plats was pretty uneventful, well except some old ladies, attracted by my beard, started hitting on me. But hey, i don't mind. From sixteen to sixty, i flirt with them all. It was very funny. They came up to me and in Estonian started saying things like "Aren't you cold?" And despite the fact that i wanted to scream a loud "YES" i settled with a calm little laugh and a "yes". Kind of like i was saying "yes, i'm freezing to death, but don't worry about me because i think freezing to death would be funny!" And then they kept on with things like "Your nose looks so cold, you must be so cold" and other such delightful old lady things. One thing i just want to say is how come at the corps all we have is these scary, evil old ladies? I want some of these nice old ladies. Not the scary ones who sit there whispering "Look at those young people, they laughed! How dare they laugh! Happiness should be illegal you know! Youth is truly wasted on the young!!" And i sit there whispering "Age is wasted on the old, i mean if we switched places and we all got younger then i could be happy about time passing, because i'd be getting younger!" Anyway, after the old ladies put in some money and finished flirting with me then took off and i was all alone again. One of the nice things about being tucked in a back corner of Raekoja Plats is that since there was no one there i could do whatever i wanted. Normally i wouldn't eat while on kettles but since no one was there anyway i was able to pull out some chocolate and have a snack, and then when i got really bored and cold i started singing. I mean come on, nobody was there to scare away so why not? If i could have listened to my MP3 player too i'd really be ripping out the songs but no MP3 player on kettles...sad.

But then the fun began, about 20 mintues before my dad came to pick me up another British guy came up to me and asked me my favorite question "Do you speak English?" I'm always tempted to go "I sprecken!" or whatever. And i found out he was a British officer who had come to Estonia for his birthday. So i chatted with him for a bit about this and that and then he left and a few minutes after he left i noticed something, he didn't give any money! Stinking British officers...they know how it is to stand kettles. Why don't they give? Oh the tragedy. But then after going back to the corps, making myself some tea, and reheating my frozen toes i learned that i had made more money than anyone else that day (YAY!!) and was then asked to go over to Stockmann for an hour to collect some more. But this time of course i'd be using the ugly little red hunk of uncomfortable plastic that i hate so very much. So i jumped on the tram, getting many stares from passersby (Who is this freak in the strange uniform? And why is he on my tram!) and over all had a fun trip. My favorite part is just as i was coming up to where i was going to stand two youngish boys passed me and one of them turned and said "Hea müts!" or "Good hat!" which gave me a big smile, because i've always hated my uniform hat. It's uncomfortable, impractical and looks like a flying saucer. But if i put another hat inside it it actually can keep my head warm a little bit. So then i stood by the back door of Stockmann with the goal to beat Andrus's 70 something Krooni that he had gotten, of course i proudly called my dad to report that i HAD beaten Andrus when a nice older lady put in 100 Krooni. Not much interesting happened. One thing that made me really happy was a rough looking teenage guy stood next to me for a while smoking, and despite the fact that i found it completely repulsive i still smiled at him and then he walked up to me and did his best to jam in two crumpled two Krooni bills. I don't know why, but him giving me 4 Krooni made me happier than the old lady who gave me 100. Anyway, my favorite part was when Sanata visited. Oh, you didn't know Santa works at Stockmann? He does! He was selling Christmas trees a little ways a way from me. And since he was dressed as a really beat up looking Santa and i was dressed like the only Salvationist in Estonia we were both getting a lot of stares. And when two people get stared at a lot it creates a certain bond between them. So after i had stood for about an hour he came up and gave me 6 Krooni and a piece of cheap candy. That made me laugh. He was cool. So anyway, then i got to go home and rest and be happy. It was a good day. I was very happy. And i'm still happy because it gave me so much to blog about. But now i musty go and play with my siblings some more, because once again, i'm babysitting! Cya!

Satan? Santa? Same difference really...

I love this comic for two reasons A. I have always thought Satan and Santa would make a fun play on words. And B. I wouldn't sell my soul for an X-box...I already have one, but an X-box 360...Tempting. And also, many people have already speculated that my love of video games means that i have sold my soul. But no, I just love video games. And my evil sniping skills aren't from the devil, i'm just the best...Anyway, i thought you'd like this comic, i know i do! Oh yeah!

THE SUN!

The sun really truly came out today. It was an amazing, beautiful thing. I was very happy. So happy in fact that i took that nice picture /\ up there. And also so happy that i actually obeyed my mom and took Peter and Elizabeth to the playground. But of course i was right and going to the playground was not a pleasant experience and Peter came home crying, but why focus on the negative, right? But anyway, just look at that sun...so big...bright...and beautiful! Oh, have i have missed it. As you might have noticed from the picture (taken an hour ago) we don't have snow yet. It's quite depressing. Because i'm dreaming of a white Christmas, but it's not here yet. But i'm not too depressed because without snow i can still run for the tram in a moderately safe manner (If you call running through the street dodging cars moderately safe...) But anyway, i still haven't shaved (OMG! Is this idiot still talking about his facial hair? Yup!) and yesterday and today i got the final clinching proof i need to shave. Both times started with "What's that?" Yesterday at church my friend Liina walked up to me, pointed at my face and said "Chris, what's that?" Well i was rather shocked by the question. Huh? What's what? My nose? My eyes? My...ahhhh..."I guess that's a beard" i said. She gave me a look rather like the way a girl looks at a guy who just said she's fat, but not unatractively so. Which is a very dumb thing to say. So i was like "So...Good? Bad?" and she leaned forward a bit and looked me straight in the eye and said "BAD!" so now i know it's gotta go. But today's monday. No one really sees me on mondays so i haven't shaved but today as i was carrying Peter to the playground he put his hand on my face and said "Bubby(His nickname for me), what's that?" Well, at first again i was like "What's what?" My cheeck? And then i realized what he meant. "That's a beard..." I admitted in quite the same way you might admit "That's a second nose..." and of course Peter, the baby genius said "Bubby, you're wearing a beard!" wearing a beard? Okay, two year old speak, whatever. "Yes Peter, I'm wearing a beard" And then the clincher "Bubby, you're wearing a beard like Santa Claus!" What? Well if a Peter says it, it must be true! Oh no! My brother thinks i look like Santa! Ahh! I need to shave! Well anyway, i'm done blabing about my facial hair...for now! MUHAHAHAHA!!!

I LOVE NARUTO! (And girls, and dreams and...)

Naruto (<---) is now my offically number one favorite anime. Yes, better than Pokemon. Yes, more intense than Yugioh. And even, at times, more tear wrenching and romantic than Inuyasha. Notice how Kagome kisses Inuyasha to stop him from killing everyone and Sakura hugs Sasuke to stop him from killing everyone, interesting how similiar. Anyway, i just wanted to throw out that Naruto is my favorite anime and i want Sakura to marry me, she's so cute! And Sasuke is my scary role model. And Naruto is me...(Loser main character) Anyway (i keep saying anyway) i'll quite talking about that and move on to other things i love, like girls! I love it when gorgeous girls leave comments on my blog and this morning i got not one, not three, no Monty Python, not even five, but two comments from gorgeous girls!!! Yay! First of all, to Pia i want to say something. Traitor? Who you calling a traitor? Just because i miss Tartu doesn't mean i'm betraying Tallinn! I am not a traitor. All you Tallinn long haired females are way too sensitive, geeze! Anyway, what makes me a true traitor is that i really dig canadian girls. Which makes no sense because i spent under two months in canada and i have lived for years in both America and Estonia but i still love Canadian chicks. Especially my crazy beautiful friend Robyn! And don't sing "Rockin' Robyn" She doesn't like that. Anyway, she made me very happy by saying she misses talking to me (i miss talking to her too so isn't that a cool conicidence?) and that i should grow a beard, because she likes my facial hair. Oh, decisions, decisions, so many girls, so many opinions! But i think i'm gonna have to stick with what i said in my last blog post and kill my beard. Just because it's annoying me too. Sorry Robyn, FORGIVE ME! Anyway (again with the anyway) I'm gonna move on now to the freaky dream i had last night.

Last night, as i was lying in bed i had a dream. It was an interesting dream. It was a bizzarre dream. It was just plain wierd! But anyway, i'll tell you about it because it was so wierd. For some reason i was somewhere with my Aunt Masha (Mary-Kay) and new uncle Sasha (Alexander). Now i don't think i've ever actually met met my uncle Sasha because he's a rather new uncle, and also you're probably asking "What's with the wierd names?" well my uncle is Moldovan and my aunt worked in Moldova for a really, really, really long time. So i have put both their Russian and English names, and will use the Russian because they are shorter to type. Anyway, i was somewhere with my Aunt and Uncle (I don't know where we were but we were definitely somewhere) and they were speaking in Russian, now of course living right next to Russia myself i've done my best to learn any stray words i can (Gavno! Zat Kinnis! Yah Hatchew Spat!) But i could not figure out what they were saying. So for some wierd reason i put my hand on the back of my head and noticed i had a big long hair going down my back. One single long hair. Very odd, and it was bugging me. And for some strange reason i thought "If i cut this hair i'll be able to speak Russian!" So i pulled out my pocket knife and cut it. I don't know why cutting a hair made me think i'd speak Russian, but hey, that's what i did. So anyway, with my annoyingly long single hair gone i now confidently tried out some Russian "Priviet. Kak di la. Horashow. Yah hatchew spat kriseviya dyevooshka." (That last one has gotten me in trouble before) But i dtill couldn't do it. Besides my basic "Hello" and "Shut up" i couldn't do anything! And then for some strange reason i thought "Maybe i should try speaking Estonian!" So i did. I really tried hard. But for some reason i couldn't even say a simple "Tere, Kuidas l2heb?" and then i realized (This was a dream, so it doesn't have to make sense) that the hair i had cut was my knowledge of Estonian! NOOOO!!! Then i woke up, thinking "What a wierd dream..."

Now i've heard all sorts of people say they can interpret dreams so i'm gonna try my hand at it. I think this dream is either telling me i need to practice more Estonian. Or it's saying i need to sacrifice my Estonian if i want to learn Russian. Or maybe even i just need a hair cut (I do). But either way, it was odd, very odd. And now i'm going to see Eragon in an hour so i must be off! Cya!

Girls say the darndest things....

I want a beard like that! (<--- Please note:That's not me) I like writing about my facial hair because i always get the greatest comments! Today i was pleasantly surprised to get a comment from The Number One Blog reader of all time, my friend Reet down in Tartu. (If you remember that far back she won that competition) She always gives me something interesting to think about. And this comment was no different. In fact i like it so much i will post it, hoping that she will not mind and will not sue me. "Hi, i asked some experts about your shaving - or not-shaving - idea. This year i have a bunch of gorgeous teenage girls in my psychology class, so i decided to describe you first (tall, dark-haired, handsome, nice, smart, cool etc. :D ). They seemed really interested. Then i dropped the beard-bomb. Most faces - they are mostly really pretty, and smart, too - showed disgust. Then they agreed, that the chin thing could be ok, but no more." Now you noticed she calls these teenage girls experts. I'm not about to disagree, far from it! Why do you think i post on my blog the condition of my facial hair? To get the opinion of all the georgous people who actually have to see that facial hair! I hate mirrors so i don't care how i look because i never see it. And i especially value the opinions of females, and especially those my own age, and extra especially gorgeous ones. So anyway, nbow that i'm past that part...I am absolutely flattered by that description of me. Handsome? Smart? Cool? WOW!! I can feel my head growing. And they seemed really interested? I should visit Tartu more often. And on a completely different different subject there is a subtle, yet obvious difference in the beauty of Tallinn girls and Tartu girls. I can't put my finger on it but there's something abosolutely gorgeous about Tartu girls that i find so refreshing that is just lacking up here with all these Tallinn girls...ahhh, so sad. Umm, and to avoid any smacks i might get later, Tallinn girls are stunningly, drop dead gorgeous too, but i still miss Tartu. Anyway, I can picture it now, a room full of beautiful girls with dreamy looks as they imagined how sexy i must be...until a beard was mentioned. I can imagine how those faces twisted as a desire to wretch filled them. "A BEARD!" They yelled "NEVER!!" So now that i have had several attractive, inteligent people tell me to kill my facial hair i don't know what to do. I'm sick and tired of shaving all the time. But Reet aparently knew my weakness, if there are girls who are not only attractive but also have a brain to back the looks i'm just going to have totake their advice. So now i admit defeat. I think i'll shave. And i also agree for other reasons, a beard is itchy and uncomfortable and makes me attractive to older women. Not that older women are bad, i just prefer to be attractive to people of my generation. So i guess it's gotta go.



Now the only reason why i might have kept the beard was because of my friend Anneli's reaction to it. I should probably tell the whole story because it's kind of interesting. I came to the Corps for Corps Cadets and wnet upstairs to hang out with Anneli as she looked up pictures on the new computer in the youth room (she also set herself up as the computer administrater) when i walked in and she said "Wow, Chris, did you do something to your hair?" Suprised i said "No, all i did was take my hat off, so my hair's a mess." But she thought i looked cool and even took some pictures of me (<---) because she thought i looked like Wolverine from X-men. (i didn't) Then later She looked at me and was like "Hey Chris, is that a new shirt?" And i was like "yeah..." And she was like "It looks nice on you." No i was quite shocked, it's not very often i get two comments in a day, and especially from the same person. But to my great surprise she wasn't done! Then she noticed my half beard, my facial hair experiment! And she liked it. But if it got any longer it wouldn't. So i was like "Okay...Whatever" So all in all it was a very shocking night. And i was kind of hoping if i kept the beard i'd get more compliments. But i realize now i won't, so i guess i'll shave it off sometime soon. Anyway, Anneli is actually over the house now helping me babysit the kids (and by helping babysit i mean throwing things at me). So i better get back to having fun! And by the way, i did have one other reason for wanting to keep a beard. The world beard championships! Check it out! The pics are funny! http://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/ Cya!

I find using a blog as a weapon...distasteful.

And because of that fact i will not point out my hater's utter stupidity, where did you copy and paste that last dumb comment from my friend? Make up your own stuff, don't copy other's. Anway, my blog shall bring happiness and joy to all, especially me! I was happy today to get three good comments and only 1 bad. So basicly that means 2 comments. Haha, funny logic. But anyway i just want to say to Erika, if i understood you correctly (i hope i did) then did you say you think with a beard i would look much older? And therefore would attract older women? WHAT?!?! That is absolutely, tottally and completely horrifying! That alone makes me want to go shave...but i won't yet, i just don't feel like it. Anyway, it's been a while since i have copy and pasted a whole song onto my blog and i thought it was about time that i not only copy and pasted a song, but that i also gave my little thoughts on each line. Now i have like four songs that are at the moment like my four favorite songs, but i want to pick one and blog about it. I have chosen Blink 182's song "Down". And don't give me crap for listening to Blink 182. I know that despite the fact that you don't have to curse to sell an album they still like to. But i also know that if you sift through those songs you'll find treasures like "Down" and "I miss you" So anyway, here's the song "Down" by Blink 182.

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Blink 182

Down

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The drops of rain they fall all over

This awkward silence makes me crazy

Don't you hate the akward silence when there's someone you REALLY need to talk to and they just want to forget you exist? It's especially bad if it raining.

The glow inside burns light upon her

The glow inside me still shines light on you, i don't get it, why can't i hate you?

I'll try to kiss you if you let me

(this can't be the end)

Watch yourself, don't let me close, i'll try to kiss you if you let me. Because deep inside still whispers a voice saying (This can't be the end)

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Tidal waves they rip right through me

Tidal waves of emotion is a great way to describe how i've been feeling lately, if only i was a better swimmer this wouldn't be so bad...

Tears from eyes worn cold and sad

Need i even comment? Crying in winter is both cold and sad.

Pick me up now, I need you so bad

I don't even know who i'd say this to. Who would i let pick me up? Who would? But Lord, i need you so bad...

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Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

It gets me so

For an optimist like me i very rarely get so down, down, down, down...

Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

It gets me so

It's hard to be on top of things when all you can do is fall down, down, down, down...

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Your vows of silence fall all over

An accusation that is worthy...The size of you're mouth has always been a subject of discussion...

The look in your eyes makes me crazy

To look in your eyes is to look into hostile territory that was a once a friendly paradise, the rejection is insanity, i live it.

I feel the darkness break upon her

The sad part is despite all the pain i may be under i feel her breaking under the darkness, so i won't be the only one to lose her. If that happens there'll be hell to pay if you catch my meaning.

I'll take you over if you let me

Watch out, i'll try to take over if you let me, and i'll fail...again.

(You did this)

It feels good to be able to place the blame, so i will, YOU DID THIS! The selfishness is yours...the pain is yours.

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Tidal waves they rip right through me

I try to keep my head above the water...

Tears from eyes worn cold and sad

I try to keep out the cold despair

Pick me up now, I need you so bad.

I need something...

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Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

It gets me so

Falling so far...Down...

Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

Down down down down

It gets me so

Down....

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Why did i choose that song? I need some outlet for my emotions, and since smashing in faces and cursing at people only makes things worse i chose this method. It feels good. Despite the fact that the person who i'd like to read this probably never will i know that my hater will and will hate me all the more for it. Oh yeah! Love the haters, not the hatred...I just downloaded The Lost Prophets' song "Rooftops (A liberation broadcast)" and i have found it quite liberating. I love this song, now all i need to do is find some rooftop i can scream my heart out on. So yeah, this and their song "Last train home" are great songs for taking over the world. I FEEL GREAT when i listen to them! I'll probably blog about them sometime later. But for now go watch the Lost Prophets' "Rooftops" Music video right here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpmVAIkDnY8 and scream. It's fun. I've never done it because i always have people around when i'm watching it but i'm sure it must be fun. Anway, now i've gotta go get ready to Corps Cadets, until next time, Cya!

Another evil facial hair experiment!

Hello, do you remember the last time i put a picture of a guy with facial hair and said i had an evil experiment? You don't? Well...umm...okay, that threw me off. I have to go collect my thoughts...where was I? Oh yes, my last evil experiment. Well my last evil experiment was to grow a Goatee thingy. I rather liked it. It was enjoyable to get funny looks and hear my friends opinions. And it made shaving a much shorter procedure. But now i am just sick and tired of shaving. I envy all you guys who have smooth faces. Facial hair sucks! But now, because i'm so sick and tired of shaving i have a new evil experiment. you see that picture there of Obi Wan (Ewan Mcgregor)? the one right <--- there? Doesn't he look inteligent? I'm gonna try that. I'm going to just lose my shaver and let a forest grow on my face. And then if i can get an Irish accent i'll be just like Obi Wan! Plus i'll need a lightsaber but i can get that at Toys R Us. So tell me, how do you think i would like if i were Obi Wan? I mean it would be so cool, girls would walk up to me and go "Chrisi Wan Kenobi, You're my only hope!" and i'd be like "Heck yeah i am!" All the chicks would dig me then. So now i haven't shaved in a week and we'll see how much hairier i get before i sicken myself.

Anyway, if you have an amazing memory and remember my post about my Goatee you will remember the second part was about YouTube, Acumenious, and haters. If you don't remember and would like to (it will make this part make more sense) then click here http://chrischronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-to-my-experimentmuhahahaha.html wow, long link! Anyway, before i complained about my lack of haters. Of people who hate me and me Blog so much that they read my Blog just to insult and dump hate on me. Well i am proud to say i have my first hater! His name and other such information i will not reveal because i'm too much of a gentleman and wouldn't want to give HIM any haters. But anyway i am very pleased (in a sick and twisted kind of way) that i've been getting hate mail! But the fun part is that because since i'm getting hate mail from an idiot who didn't pay atention in english class he constantly calls me a "barber". Now i don't believe that's much of an insult. It would be cool to be a barber, i'd give my friends crappy hair cuts for free! But i think he means i'm a Barbarian, which i also think would be cool. Even though i'd probably be more like "Lyle the kindly Viking" from VeggieTales. So anyway, because i don't want anybody to accidentally get smacked with hate i deleted his comments on my blog and now they are just private funny things for me to read. Anyway, i just want to say thank you, my one and only hater, i think you'd probably make a great barber too. And know that you have my pity for having to live with one so unpleasant as yourself. Anyway, now i want to give a humongous (i know i spelled that wrong) round of aplause to all my lovers. Erm, wait, i need a better term. Okay, for lack of a better term, my fans. Because like fans you guys make me cool when things get hot (I shouldn't put lame jokes more than once...). A big round of aplause to all of you who don't hate me, all of you who pray for me, and all of you who secretly do love me. A big thank you to you all. I love all you too!

So now that i have smacked up my hater with sarcasm (i'd much rather smack people with sarcasm than hate) and have thanked all my wonderful readers i think i'll go get something to eat, so Cya!

Yours,
Chris,
Kurisu,
Kurisuvidz

P.S. Tell me what you think of me growing a beard! Comment! E-mail! Call! Send a mail bomb!

YouTube rules!!

I am officially starting to dig YouTube. I have already put up my third video (The second video of Peter) and this time i even have sound! Wow! High tech! Go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGvEasXGbXo To see Peter and me discussing Santa. That was fun, Peter was unusually cooperative for this video, so enjoy. It's rare that that i'll have videos with this much dialogue. Anyway, another reason why i Kurisuvidz (Kurisuvidz is my YouTube name) love YouTube...all the great videos! If you have nothing better to do (or even if you do) the i would sugest you go watch these:

Sasuke and the Goblet of Fire (for Naruto/Harry Potter fans)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpuyf-Eaxvk
The Nutri-Grain "I feel great!" commercial http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbFLhbJRt_E

And if that's not enough go check out my favorites list. I love thos videos. The "I feel great!" thing is great for when you don't feel great. It always makes me feel better. Anyway, i have on final reason why i love YouTube. Because of YouTube i have a new friend! (Well as much as is possible with someone you meet on the internet.) Acumenious (Who i've blogged about before) has a very funny bunch of videos that i enjoy a lot so if you have nothing better to do, or if you have something much better to do, click here http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=acumenious to watch all his videos. Well anyway, i gave you a lot to do (all those videos!) so i think i will go. So anyway, Cya!

Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. shining Sun. Please shine down on me!

You see that? That's the sun! You know what? I haven't seen the sun in weeks! During Estonian winters the sun ceases to exist. Well, it exists, just that it's behind so many layers of cloud you don't know it's there. And it doesn't rise until like 9 in the morning then sets 3 in the afternoon!Whats with that! We need sun! Anyway, i just finished reading Eragon and because i love to keep momentum i'm now pretty far into Eldest (next book in the series) and am really enjoying it. There have been several times when i've wanted to jump up, grab a sword and start hacking my room to pieces. I really get into these books. And I love it! Anyway, as always i keep founding quotes from these books that apply to me. And because of that i think it would be cool to share them with you. Well, one anyone. It says this concerning after Eragon left the Dwarven capital city which, being inside a mountain, didn't get much sunlight. "Eragon found the sunlight invigorating. It was hard to ever really feel awake when three quarters of the day was spent in twilight.*" And that's exactly how it is! Without the sun waking up is near impossible! I hate it! Sorry for quoting Barney at the top up there but i really want the sun! Well whatever, that's just me missing the sun. For any Relient K fans go listen to "High of 75" it's my song for these not so sunny days. "We were talking togetherI said, "'What's up with this weather?'/Don't know whether or not/How sad I just got/Was of my own volition/Or if I'm just missing the sun/And tomorrow, I know/Will be rainy at best/And the forecast, I knowIs that I'll be depressed/But I'll wait outside/Hoping that I'll catch sight of the sun/Because on and off/The clouds have fought for control over the sky/And lately, the weather has been so bi-polarAnd consequently, so have I"

Anyway, i just finished watching "Home Alone" and i've gotta say that is sick, are people trying to train our children as killers? Because it worked on me. I kill peeps every easter...so sad. But they taste so good! I actually feel bad for the bad guys when i watch that movie. And that kid is truly pure evil. He scares me. But also when i watch that movie i kinda wish someone would try to break into my house. It would be so much fun. First i would completely torture them, then i'd get an old guy to wack them in the head with a shovel. Fun, huh? You know what else i think is sick, the song "Ohio is for Lovers" by Hawthorne Heights. I know everyone else loves this song, and i know if Meaghan Wittenberg ever hears that i insulted this song she'll blast me. But i mean come on! "Cut my wrists and black my eyes"? What sicks lyrics are those? Actually i do kind of like that song, but whatever. I still like to make fun of that one sentence in that song. And speaking of the Wittenberg girls, Mrs. Wittenberg, if you're reading this, please thank Sarah on my behalf for the CD she made me oh so long ago that i still listen to. Even though she put Hilary Duff on it! Grumble...Grumble...She did that just to spite me! Anyway, i've gotta go. I'm gonna try to buy LostProphets song "RoofTops" from walmart.com because i love that son and i want it on my MP3 player! So Cya!


*Page 150 in my copy of "Eldest"

Peter's on YouTube!

Remember that cute little dude from my last post? Well now i just stuck him on YouTube! Check him out here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCcSB4BJ744

Cya!

I LOVE PETER!

Peter (pictured) is my wicked cool little brother! And today he surprised me twice. First, while we were playing he suddenly starting pulling on his eyelids and making tons of hilarious faces! I took a picture of this one. He has better but i don't have pictures of those so...too bad for you! The second way he surprised me was when we were talking just about everything i decided to ask him the ultimate question: What came first, the chicken or the egg? And he very promptly answered "The egg." Now i don't know why he thinks that it was the egg first. It doesn't make sense to me. But that's what he said. So there you have it, a two year old's answer to a question that has plagued humans forever. And now i must go tickle him or something to thank him for this post. And please note, he's not as fat as he looks in this picture, he's wearing like 3 shirts. Anyway, Cya!

Disturbing reports....

I'm hearing disturbing reports from Tartu. Reports that make me angry! If any of you have been reading long enough you know that i used to live in Tartu. My parent's started the corps there. But now we're up in Tallinn and a Finnish officer was sent to take over. I am extremely angry because all i ever hear from Tartu is that people have stopped coming! Dude! What's with that! I don't want to lose my friends! The more i hear the more upset i get. There are a lot of things i would love to blurt out, but seeing as how this is a public blog...if you want to hear me rant and rave contact me on E-mail or MSN. My friends. The people who I started bringing to the corps! Are falling away...And there's nothing i can do about it! Nothing but pray...but i still feel pretty helpless. There's one thing i will say though, if i don't get to spend eternity in heaven with my friends, there will be hell to pay! So because all i can do is pray i want to also ask you to pray. Please shoot out some prayers for Maret, Liis, Ats, Andrei and Captain
Mikkonen. I'm really worried about all of them. But i won't take this lying down. I won't lose my friends without a fight. I'll do everything i can to save them. Which actually isn't much...But in the words of William Booth "I'll fight, I'll fight to the very end!"

I FEEL GREEEAAAAT!!!

Go watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvvxlLrJbcI that and then you'll feel great too! "What's up?" "I'm up and i feel great!" Yeah, i feel great. So i'm gonna tell you what's been up lately. Yesterday i went on a date. OH YEAH! The most rockin' date ever. A date with my little sister and brother! OH YEAH! It was fun. My parent's had to do some X-mas stuff which meant us kids had to get out of the house. Now what do you do with a two year old boy and an 11 year old girl on a rainy december day in Estonia? First feed the birds, then hit every toy store in Tallinn! First we took the tram over to Kopli and spent a while giving a loaf of perfectly good bread to the ducks, seagulls, ravens, magpies, and two year olds that hang out near the river next to old town. It was fun. Peter didn't fall in the river and no birds had good enough aim to hit us with any nasty missiles. But they tried, oh yes, they always try. So then we took a walk through old town, checked out christmas town and went to Viru Keskus. I love Viru Keskus, so many memories...so many toys in KaubaMaja! And plus, they have a little table with toys on it that kids can play with. It's great if you have to baby sit. It's sweet. I love it. But Peter got bored of that pretty fast, so we took off and headed towards Stockmann, because in there they have a children's play area upstairs which Peter's loves. But on the way there is MegaGame. Oh, yeah MegaGame. The place in Tallinn where i could go to play Yugioh. A hobby which i would love to take up again. But i just don't have the time...or the money...so sad. But we stopped in MegaGame, looked at all the pretty pretty colors and then headed to Stockmann.

Stupid me, i kinda didn't notice that they were doing construction next to Stockmann. And i also didn't kinda notice that stupid drainage thingy...that normally is covered but today wasn't. Crap, i stepped in it. My leg was soaked up to my left knee. That sucked. So, soaking wet i took the kids up stairs and stuck them in the play area. Then went in the bathroom and did my best to do something about my leg. It didn't help. Whatever. So i came out and pulled my newly bought copy of Eragon. Oh yeah, i forgot to mention, on the way to Viru Keskus we stopped in Apollo bookstore and i bought Eragon and Eldest. So anyway, i picked up Eragon and fell in love with it. Then i bought us all some ice cream (15 Krooni for a scoop? Stockmann is sick!) and then after a little while Peter got bored and started trying to run away so we hopped on a tram and went for a ride down to ülemiste to visit Juku toy store. It was fun, running around, looking at toys, shooting each other with toy guns, fighting with toy swords, dodging the suspicious employees...it was all quite fun. Until Peter broke something. Oops. Now normally i'd pay for the stupid goo filled ball that he had popped but i had spent all my money on the books and ice cream, so instead i grabbed Peter and Elizabeth and we ran down the hall to a different toy store, one with less breakable stuff. Then we waited there until my parent's came. Well, tried to come. Our stupid car finnaly died. I mean really died. That piece of junk is screwed. Oh yeah. It's fun. So my mom came and we ate pizza while my dad dealt with the car. And when we finally did get home i shoved my face into Eragon and didn't take it out until much later. Then i fainted and woke up this morning feeling great. So anyway, i feel great, GoodBye!

Who are you? (STOP CALLING!)

Hello? Hello? Stop caling me! Who are you, my mysterious phone stalker? Someone has been calling me late at night and hanging up. And they don't show their number so i have no idea who they are! Who are you? Please stop the annoying prank calls. It's immature and stupid. And plus, calling me at night doesn't bug me, I turn off the sound on my phone, so i only find out about the call in the morning when i wake up. So you're STUPID! HAHA, your prank sucks! Well anyway that's all i have to say, please let me know who you are. I am sure i will laugh with you when i know who you are, it just bugs me all this un-known calling. SO STOP. Ok, Cya!

Yo, I love Frankenstein!

Yeah, you read that right. I love Frankenstein. That was a great book. I loved it. I want to write about some of the great quotes and my thoughts on them. At one point Dr. Frankenstein was feeling all crappy and he said this great line "My enjoyment is embittered by memory of the past and anticipation of the future." What a great line. That makes me think. A lot. Then one time he was traveling and the book says this. And for me, as a dude who travel's a lot i liked this quote. "A traveller's life is one that includes much pain amidst it's enjoyments. His feelings are forever on the stretch;and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he forsakes for other novelties." That makes sense. It reminds me of...me! I hate the whole "constantly moving on to something new" us traveling dudes do. I want something, and i want to stick to it. That's why i like chewing gum! Gum is sticky!

So anyway, that's my thoughts on some Frankenstein quotes. I'm sorry my blog has been rather depressing lately. I'm gonna try to make it more interesting. And even more funny. And someday, when i finally figure out our video camera i will make some funny videos with my friends and post them on YouTube, and then every one will be happy. But for now, i must go. Cya!

What the? Stop commenting anonymously!! (Love, Natalie Portman)

I HATE ANONYMOUS COMMENTS!! Who commented saying "Woah! Your nice!"? And who said "YOU ROCK!!!"? I hate it when you comment and i don't know who you are! Please don't do that! Please sign your name. Say "YOU ROCK!!! Love, Bob The Builder" or "Woah! Your nice! Marry me, George Bush". Come on! So anyway, that's all i have to say about that. I have something wicked cool to tell you, i, Chris Clark, saw her <---, Natalie Portman, on the tram!!! Well, not really. Natalie Portman doesn't speak russian does she? And she's not like 15 is she? Well then i guess this was her younger clone. Her younger, russian speaking Estonian clone. Besides wanting to take her picture and also wanting to propose to her i was also laughing at myself, since when do i care about famous people? NEVER! Anyway, it was very funny. I stalked her until our paths parted at BaltiJaam. And don't ask why i care about a girl who looks like Natalie Portman, i just like chicks from star wars! Look at those twileks...Anyway, i've gotta go. So Cya!

It's just one of those days...

Today i don't feel very good. Today i feel like singing Limp Bizkit's song "Break Stuff". Cuz it's just one of those days. I don't really know why but i just wanna justify rippin' someone's head off. By the way, don't look up the lyrics for that unless you don't mind big old X-plicit content thingy. Thats why i'm not posting it. This morning i woke up feeling cold. Always a screwy way to wake up. So feeling like crap i'm up now and not sure how to make myself feel better. So i'm listening to "Break stuff" on youtube. Plus "Eat you alive" is a good song for these days. I have songs for every mood. But today i feel like crap. I don't know why. I just feel like ripping someone's head off. But i won't, i'm too kind. Anyway, i think as soon as my brother wakes up i'll be in a better mood. He makes me smile. But anyway, i need to go now. My mom leaves soon and i need to be ready to start babysitting. So anyway, I'll Cya! Adiue. Is that how it's spelled? Whatever, Tsau!

Girls in Tallinn!

After camp Anneli, Evelin and I went to old town to party! It was fun, we ran around, took dumb pictures, and talked about craziness. So much fun. And here was one of the great pictures i took.

Crazy is me!

This picture of Me and Evelin is just so much fun i had to stick it on. But this is one of those pictures she might beat me up for putting on so...HAHA!!

Awww...it's so cute!

Isn't this a great picture? We look like best friends...wait, we are! yay! We look so cute...everyone say "AWWWWWW!!!"



I love camp!

Proof that i'm a monkey!

Here's Anton and I "monkeying around". Never give us banannas for snack. Anton devoured his, stuck his peel on my head and then started force feeding me mine (thus the stuff hanging out of my mouth), it was fun in a disgusting "Hey, i'm a monkey" kind of way. It reminded me of a song "you and me baby ain't nothing but mammals...so let's eat like they do on the discovery channel" that's it right?

Girls room!

This was the girls room, with three of it's most beautiful inhabitants (there were only 5) it was really fun! The girls room was wicked fun to hang out in. And as long as we didn't get caught much....

Kurisu and Gato rockin' camp!

Kurisu (me) and Gato (Anneli) were totally some of the wierdest, coolest, most insane people in camp. But of course everyone there was wierd, cool and insane so that's not saying much. I just love this picture. This is after Anneli gave me my makeover (notice the hair is funky) and gave me that wicked cool half glove thing saying Kurisu on it that she made (that is so cool! look at my right hand). Because my dad got annoyed that we kept going in the girls room we moved into the hallway. It was just as fun, just much less comfortable.

More girl room fun!

Here's my partner in crime and friend, Anton sitting with the beautiful Evelin and I in the girls room. Again Anton and I are going to get in trouble for being here, but who cares, it's better than the hallway, but i'll show those pics later. But anyway, i need to go now. My parents are bugging me to do a million and one things, and i want to do zero of them. But whatever, gotta go! Cya!

Camp Rulez!

Can anyone guess why i love camp? Check out the picture! Two beautiful girls! One ugly me! Awesome! This picture was taken when me and my friend Anton were hanging out in the girls room which was only kind of against the rules. At the beggining of camp Mrs. Tyrrell said that this camps only rule was respect, so i asked the girls very respectfully if i could come in and of course they said yes. We all felt very respected, especially me, as you can tell from the picture. It was so much fun. Especially because Liis (on my left) was scared of heights, and even the top bunk (where the picture was taken) freaked her out. It was hilarious! And Anneli (my right) kept poking me, which was very akward. Because she'd jab me in the ribs, i'd jump, and we'd almost all go flying off the bed. It was, as i said, hilarious. I'm going to post a bunch more pictures with explanations, because that's the easiset way to tell about camp. So enjoy the pics!

Under heavy enemy fire....

Real quick, guys please pray for me. I'm under heavy enemy fire and his aim is getting good. Believe it or not PAIN HURTS! So please pray for me as i get bombarded. I will not submit to the enemy's attampt to bombard me into submission. Please pray for me. Get me that cover fire i so desperately need. Help me out here. And read Psalm 31, that's one of my favorite resting places in this time of trouble. But please, help me out. I sorely need it. I'm injured, help me. Like a wounded animal, my crazed thrashing does nothing but injure myself and my loved ones. Forgive me everyone, and please help me. Send off some prayers for me tonight. Adieu.

Hi! (ANIME NIGHT!!)

First before i say anytrhing else at all i would really, REALLY like to thank you guys who E-mailed me after my last post. The fact that people care about me...Thanks guys. And even now i'm having a very good conversation on MSN with my friend Liis. Thank you tons guys. So anyway, last night was anime night at youth group. I forgot to take pictures ,which sucks because it was fun. But i can still tell you about it. Elis, Anneli and Evelin were in charge and i was their humble aprentice. So as i ran around being the techie working the computer, videos, slide shows and all that fun stuff they ran everything else. And it was great. During the week everyone had made up Anime alter egos over the week and because Anneli, Evelin, and Elis are such great artists they drew us all as Anime. I looked great. I had a wicked Katana and Naruto hair...i was Da Bomb! Oda-Kurisu in the flesh(kinda)! Anyway, then, using our Anime alter egos we had to make up stories and act them out in two teams. it was aweseome. in the end of mine i got turned into a parrot and got sligshotted off the side of a building. it was fun. then we watched videos and had a trivia kind of thing. it rocked. anyway, i need to go babysit now so Cya!

Frankenstein...Gave me a quote about friendship?

I just started reading Mary Shelly's "Frankenstein", which is supposed to be a great classic so i'm pretty excited. And so i just started it (like 10 minutes ago) and right away i found a quote. This guy is off on a seafaring adventure and he's is writing to his sister. And on this sea voyage the one big thing he misses is and needs is a friend. Here's What he says..."I have no friend, Margaret: when i am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by dissapointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection. I shall commit my thought to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathise with me; whose eyes could reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but i bitterly feel the want of a friend. I have no one near me, gentle yet courageous, possesed of a cultivated as well as of a capacious mind, whose tastes are like my own, to aprove or amend my plans...and i greatly need a friend who would have sense enough not to despise me as a romantic, and affection enough for me to endeavour to regulate my mind." See, there it is, plain and simple, what i need. I guess i have friends but no one i can really talk to. As most of you can tell from reading my blog i've been really upset lately, and there's no one i can talk to about it. Like he says here, writing things down is a poor medium for communicating feelings. And i have no one, absolutely no one who i can talk to about this. Even my parents i feel uncomfortable talking to sometimes. I need someone who i can trust, who i can talk to, who can be there for me. I need that. And NO! I do not want to talk to some foreign punk through E-mail, i want a real physical friend who will be there for me. Not that i'm insulting all the friends i have now, i just have no one who i can trust and talk to. And i need it. I really do. And please keep praying for me, the enemy has moved from an all out assault to painful sniping when i least expect it. I need someone. Please pray for me. Please. G2G, Bye!

Thanks for the cover fire guys, i felt well protected.

Hey, i don't know who read my last post and prayed for me, i don't know if anyone did. But either way i got my cover fire. I was really nervous about singing in praise band because my whole body has been a swirling whirpool of dark emotion and i thought i'd come out sounding more like System of a Down in their song "Chop Suey" than someone praising God. but believe it or not it was awesome. to go back to the war example i felt like i had the great medic right there holding me up. and i made it through singing (i felt) better than normal. so thank you for your cover fire, it helped. i'm lucky to still be blogging and not putting angry songs. i should go now. i'm tired and i want to read Peter Pan. life isn't so complicated in books. i love them. the escape is beautiful. anyway, gotta go. Cya. and by the way, keep up the prayer, just because i made it through one day doesn't mean i'm not in need of cover. so yeah, anyway, bye!

A quick prayer request...

As you may have noticed from my last three posts i am slowly losing my mind and am under attack from areas that i never expected. But that's just how the enemy works right? The jerk loves to kick me when i'm down. He'll get his dues. But anyway, because i am going insane and am feeling huge amounts of (emotional) pain please, oh pretty, pretty please pray for me. I've been shot down and i need some cover fire to get through this, so please dump out some prayers for me. Lord save me...Today i have praise band practice and anger and depression really put a damper on my singing. And then saturday we're playing at some women's prayer thing...CRAP! So anyway, cover fire, keep my back covered well i try to make it through the trenches! I can't do this on my own, please help. Keep me covered. Thanks in advance,

Cya
Chris
P.S. If you want a clue as to why i'm stressed go watch the "I write sins not tragedies" video on youtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMYs6t4tTOI

Hate is a strong word but...RARRGH!!!!

I know i said i was done but this song is even better. IT ROCKS!! Because tonight i wouldn't even say it's someone i don't like but someone who is making me hurt. And this song works. So here we go again with The Plain White T's Song "Hate (I Really, Really Don't Like You)". Enjoy, and go listen to the song, it's awesome.

The Plain White T's

Hate (I Really, Really Don't Like You)

Love, love, love, love, love, love.

Woo!

You were everything I wanted.

You were everything a girl could be.

Then you left me brokenhearted,

Now you don't mean a thing to me.

All I wanted was your

Love, love, love, love, love, love.

Hate is a strong word,

but i really, really, really don't like you.

Now that it's over

I don't even know what I liked about you.

Brought you around,

and you just brought me down.

Hate is a strong word,

but I really, really, really, really, really, don't like you.

I really, really, don't like you...

Thought that everything was perfect,

Isn't that how it's supposed to be?

Thought you thought that I was worth it,

Now I think a little differently.

All i wanted was your

Love, love, love, love, love, love.

Hate is a strong word,

but i really, really, really don't like you.

Now that it's overI don't even know what I liked about you.

Brought you around,

and you just brought me down.

Hate is a strong word,

but I really, really, really, really, dont like you

Now that it's over,

you can't hurt me.

Now that it's over,

you can't bring me down.

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh...)[x2]

All i wanted was your

Love, love, love, love, love, love.

Hate is a strong word,

but i really, really, really don't like you.

Now that it's over

I don't even know what I liked about you.

Brought you around,and you just brought me down.

Hate is a strong word,

but I really, really, really, really, dont like you

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh...)[x4]silent

(I really really don't like you...) [x3]louder

Hey, hate is a strong word, and i'm not hating anyone tonight. I'm just angry, and i like this song. Cya!

Fell in love with a girl? NO! I have come to the conclusion there are no girls, just scary monters with big teeth and long hair...

Here's is a less emotional song than the other one i posted but this one has the same basic point. And plus i like this song. Anyway, here we go with The White Stripes' song "Fell in love with a girl".

The White Stripes

Fell In Love With A Girl

Fell in love with a gir

lI fell in love once and almost completely

she's in love with the world

but sometimes these feelings

can be so misleading

she turns and says "are you alright?"

I said "I must be fine cause my heart's still beating"

"come and kiss me by the riverside yeah, Bobby says it's fine he

don't consider it cheating now"

Red hair with a curl

mellow roll for the flavor

and the eyes for peeping

can't keep away from the girl

these two sides of my brain

need to have a meeting

can't think of anything to do, yeah

my left brain knows that

all love is fleeting

she's just looking for something new

yeah I said it once before

but it bares repeating now

"Can't think of anything to do, yeah"..."These two sides of my brain need to have a meeting"..."My left brain knows that all love is fleeting". I've always loved this song but never thought it would describe me. Sad...Another good song. Go for KoRn's "Freak On A Leash". or, as i call it, my "Angry Song". Thats song doesn't have so much to do with my X-Treme Angry Sadness. But still works for my anger. Anyway, now i'm off to use my immortal powers of timeless destruction to destroy thw world. Cya!

Great song! Perfect for the moment! Dude, i write sins, not tragedies.

I am am going to post the song "I write sins not tragedies" by Panic! At The Disco. I refuse to give my reasons, but read the song, you'll get the idea. This song may be over the top but it's better than blogging out a stinging blog post full of insults and smelly accusations. Sorry for the profanities, i didn't write the song, i just posted it. So here we go, notice what that screwy bride is...

Panic! At The Disco

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Oh, well imagine: as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,

and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:

"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" says the bride's maid to a waiter.

"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God'damn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God'damn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of oh

Well in fact well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved!

Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!

Oh! Well in fact well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved!

Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne!

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God' damn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God'damn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.......

Again...

I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God'damn door?!"

No, It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the God'damn door?!"

No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality......

Oh yeah, this is good. Gotta love it. If you can go watch the music video on YouTube so you can get the full scope of my feeling of anger and betrayal! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMYs6t4tTOI) Anyway, Shallow Hal is on tonight (Irony is the name of my true lady) So i'm gonna go. Actually i think i'll post one more song first...Cya

I really love two things, Relient K and Lots of blog comments!

I checked my e-mail today and got like 6 blog comments! that makes me smile. thanks for commenting. i owe you a cookie. not really, until i figure out how to magically use the force to transports cookies through my blog i will be unable to give everyone who comments a cookie. but if you really want one and comment and then bug me every day for a month (bugging must be done in person) then i will give you a cookie. that's a promise. anyway, one thing i just want to say in response to people's suggestions to what i could do instead of college is this:i have very seriously considered doing some war college type thing, but i'm just not sure if that's where God is pointing me. i'm not saying that i couldn't benefit from war college. i loved battle school and that was as close to war college as i can get right now. i just don't know if it's what's needed. and also i just don't know if i can leave Estonia right now. or in 2 years. i don't know at all. anyway, Brent, i like your idea of starting an Estonian war college, only problem is...well, there's tons of problems. if it's in Estonia will it only be opened to Estonians? or will we import foreigners who don't speak Estonian? believe me, language is the key to ministry a large majority of the time (not always, but usually) how can you tell someone Jesus loves them if you don't know how to even say "Hi" in their language. Mida iganes. Lollid ideed on naljakas. ma tean et see on vale. ma räägin nagu loll inimene. tsau! and by the way, Brent, if i was in charge there would definitely be tons of yummy Estonian cheese.

so yeah, another thing i love is Relient K. I haven't listened to Relient K in a while. i don't know why. i just haven't. but lately i've started listening to them again and i've been like "WOW, THIS ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF!!" and i've started liking their softer more serious songs now, i didn't use to, i just liked their fun songs (may the horse be with you!). maybe that shows i'm more mature. who knows. anyway, one particular song grabbed my attaention, and since i've gotten into the habit of just copying and pasting lyrics rather than actually writing something original i think i'll do it again because i love Relint K's song "When i go down". If you can legally get copy of this song i would tottally suggest that you listen to it. it makes me smile. Anyway, enjoy!

Relient K

When i go down

I'll tell you flat out

it hurts so much to think of this

so from my thoughts I will exclude

this very thing that

I hate more than everything is

the way I'm powerless

to dictate my own moods

I've thrown away

so many things that could've been much more

and I just pray

my problems go away if they're ignored

but that's not the way it works

no that's not the way it works

when I go down

I go down hard

and I take everything I've learned

and teach myself some disregard

when I go down

it hurts to hit the bottom

and of the things that got me there

I think, if only I had fought them

If and when I can

clear myself of this clouded mind

I'll watch myself settle down

into a place where

peace can search me out and find

that I'm so ready to be found

I've thrown away

the hope I had in friendships

I've thrown away

so many things that could have been much more

I've thrown away

the secret to find an end to this

and I just pray

my problems go away if they're ignored

but that's not the way it works

no that's not the way it works

Any control I thought I had just slips right through my hands

while my ever-present conscience shakes its head and reprimands me

reprimands me

then and there

I confess

I'll blame all this on my selfishness

yet you love me

and that consumes me

and I'll stand up again

and do so willingly

You give me hope, and hope it gives me life

you touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light

as I exhale I hear your voice

and I answer you, though I heardly make a noise

and from my lips the words I choose to say

seem pathetic, but it's fallen man's praise

because I love you

oh God, I love you

and life is now worth livingif only because of you

and when they say I'm dead and gone

it won't be further from the truth

When I go down

I lift my eyes up to you

I won't look very far

cause you'll be there

with open arms

to lift me up again

to lift me up again

Isn't that song great? i keep trying to put spaces between the verses but for some reason blogger doesn't like that and it never works, let's hope it does this times. anyway, i'm done sharing that song i love, i'm gonna go take out the trash now. and i don't mean take my siblings for a walk, i mean take out the trash. Cya!

I hate college...and i'm not even there yet!

I already hate college. i'm just researching different universities and checking it all out and the only thing that ever comes to mind is Relient K's song "College Kids", which i will now post for you so you may also know why i don't really know if college is for me.

Relient K

College Kids

Someone please save us, us college kids

What my parents told me is what i did

They said go to school and be a college kid

But in the end i questioned why i did

I'm poor, I'm starving, I'm flat broke, I've got no cash to spend

Sell all my books for front row tickets to dave matthews band

My girlfriends at another school i know this year will test her

I called, found out she had 3 other boyfriends last semester

[Chorus]

And thats why i say

Oh no, not for me, not for me

Call it torture, call it university

No, arts and crafts is all i need

I'll take caligraphy and then i'll make a fake degree

80 grand later i found out taht all i had learned

Is that you should show up to take your finals and your midterms

The party scene is kinda mean, i think its sick and twisted

The navy showed up at my dorm and claimed that i enlisted

[Chorus]

Dont get excited, she'll say "no" without a doubt you see

And i've decided college girls just wont go out with me

They make me nervous and they always catch me off my guard

Like cell phone service i drop out cause college is too hard

Its time to call my father

Cause its his alma mater

Good grades arent what they seem

I think he knows the dean

Its time to call my father

Cause its his alma mater

He said hes proud of me

But college always was his dream

And i would always say its not for me

[Chorus]

Phi, beta, delta, kappa

Do waht will make you happy

Do what you feel is right

Only but one thing matters

Learn how to live your life

See? what's the point? all that matters is that i learn how to live my life (i agree with Relient K) and for the most part i know how to do that. i don't know how a college degree will help. i think i'll take arts and crafts...caligraphy...and then i'll make a fake degree. so yeah, i hate university...i just don't know if it's how i want to spend a huge hunk of money and 4 years of my life. whatever, just venting frustration. bye!

People Profiles for you!

Because i mention my two friends Anneli and Evelin (Pictured above) so much on my blog i thought i'd give you a little picture of each and some info on both of them. They are both twins and my two best friends since moving to Estonia. So anyway, here are your people profiles! Enjoy!

People Profiles #1 Anneli!

Here is my friend Anneli. She's actually more of a big sister. but, yeah, that's a whole different matter. I am one of the few people, or maybe even the only person who spells her name Anneli, with an "I". I don't know why i spell it with an "I", i just think it's right. This is a picture of her at her 18th Birthday Party throwing a cake at me. She didn't actually throw it. She likes chocolate too much for that. And she's not really as violent as she seems, she's actually very nice...until you say she's very nice, she's probably gonna beat me up now...oh dear...

People Profiles #2 Evelin!

Here is my friend Evelin, she is wicked cool and one of my first two Estonian best friends (Her twin, Anneli, is the other). This is her "Matrix" pose on the fountain of kissing students in Tartu. She is 18 and speaks better english than me. She also spent the summer babysitting for my parents well i was in Canada. And don't be fooled by the blond hair, she's more inteligent then she seems...most of the time...

Eero and Vesse rock! (And so does youth night)

Yesterday, friday, Eero and Vesse led youth night, which was great! first we went on a a crazy scavenger hunt around Tallinn. crazy because my team and I didn't find the second clue. we knew the clue was somewhere in a bathroom. well we looked in the bathroom it was supposed to be in but didn't find it. so we thought "hmm, where are there public bathrooms where they might hide us our second clue? so we headed off to Viru Keskus. dumb idea. but then Eero called us and put us back on track and we met up with him and he gave us a new clue (but because we never got the second clue everything was out of order and very confusing) so after running around trying to find Tallinn's central point (eventually a guy just standing nearby said "well if you're looking for the center of Tallinn, it's over there" and pointed 10 feet away) we eventually went back to the corps and figured out that not only had we lost, we'd been creamed. but i still think our team had the most fun and therefore we are the true winners. but at least we got some warm tewa upon arriving at the corps, which made our frigid running in circles worth it. then we played a fun game were two people were blindfolded (me first of course!) and had to chase down another guy who they could follow by the sound of his ringing phone. totally awesome. i tottally rocked at that game. but that was mostly because i wasn't afraid of running face first into a wall, which i did. and then after we harassed each other in a that blindfolded race we played a game kind of like duck-duck-goose except that it involved two people, one who was the "hunter" and the other the "hunted". the tricky part was that you always had to keep your hand on the table in between you. so it was a no brainer for me. i just jumped on top of the table and crawled over to my opponent and slapped him on the hand. MY WIN! oh the fun...and then the sad part came...that was the end of our youth night with Eero and Vesse leading. we gave them an awesome aplause. thank you guys, you rock!

Anyway, now today should also be fun. to give me a break from being my family's resident babysitter my friend Evelin is going to babysit my brother and sister, which will give me a free day! it's a miracle! a free day. and despite the fact that this might seem stupid, i'm thinking i might spend my free day going with Evelin to babysit the siblings. because there's no way i'd rather spend my free day then hanging out with some of my best friends, and Evelin is one of them. and then if her sister Anneli comes too that will be two of my best friends to hang out with! so i'm still deciding. what i'd actually like to do is spend my whole day going from computer to x-box to kitchen and back again. i'd love to spend the day watching Chad Vader on youtube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wGR4-SeuJ0) and playing Star Wars:Knights of the Old Republic on X-box (http://www.lucasarts.com/products/swkotor/) but something tells me my parents (MOM) would not allow that. and there is no i am going to spend my whole saturday doing school and cleaning the house so i guess i'm going to have to go hang out with my friends! YAY! but i'm still thinking about it. whatever. but now i need to go because...well, i'm done writing. so Cya!

My thoughts on the holy war against Satan.

Wedenesday in Bible we talked about Romans 14 where it's talking about how some people believe that some days are more holy than others and whatever and that we don't need to condemn each other because we'll all give our own account to God. Great bunch of verses. Because that is most definitely one of the major problems of christianity today, as Relient K puts it:

"The enemy is much ignored
while we fight this Christian civil war.

We're cannibals.
We watch our brothers fall.
We eat our own, the bones and all."

And so, wednesday night, while thinking on this subject i thought of an interesting analogy that i would like to share with you. When i thought this up i thought it was really cool. So i wrote it down on paper (Chris can write on paper?) and now i will blog it for you.

This holy war against Satan is less of a war in the traditional sense and more of a covert mission behind enemy lines and then trying to get home. In an earthly war you shoot at the enemy, he shoots at you, everyone loses. In the war with Satan we are in his territory. He owns the earth. We are the rebelious freedom fighters trying to make our way back home in one piece. The enemy, being the spiteful jerk he is, does not want us to get home. And even if we do get home he wants to make it so it's only after he's blasted us into pieces and we're sent there in a body bag. Now our primary objective is to free any captives we come accross on the way home. There sure are a lot of them. And we have to remind them that they need to get home. And the hardest part of all of this is that as we continue to try to follow orders and trek home and avoid the traps and ambushes of the enemy (his land mines and snipers are everywhere) on top of all that our own comrades love to shoot us right in the back. Maybe they don't mean to. Maybe in a "loving" way they're trying to help you but it feels like they're pointing thier gun at you're feet and saying "DANCE". This is something we need to be careful of guarding ourselves against and also need to be careful not to do to our fellow soldiers. As it says in Romans 14:12-13 "So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God. Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother's way." In this war there may be times when a fellow soldier will say "I look in the handbook and i believe our orders are this" and you will look in you soldiers handbook (Bible) and say "But i clearly see that right here it says this!" and you cannot come to an agreement then don't open fire on each other. You're already under attack from every side! You don't need more bullets to dodge! Drop it. Remember. At the end of the war the commander-in-chief will judge us all on how we followed our orders and how we did on our mission behind enemy lines. Some will be traitors. Some will be heroes. All will be under the commander-in-chief. So we don't need to worry about other people's orders. All we need to worry about is following our orders, freeing the captives, and getting home at the end of it all. So let's focus on our mission together and MOVE OUT!

Now i don't know what you thought of that, i didn't actually write that much out, i kind of fleshed it out for my blog. I hope you liked it. And by the way, to God be the glory, i didn't think that up on my own. Thank God for inspiration. Anyway, now i must go. I hope you liked this post. And i hope it wasn't too long for you. Cya!

Once...I had a dream...And this is it!!! (Dark Chest of Wonders)!

If you, like me, are a rather strange, abnormal, just straight up, plain and simple wierdo then you will know that this is how the song "Dark Chest of Wonders" by NightWish starts. Apparently Ms. Tarja Turunen has very strange dreams. Now if you're like me...i'm gonna stop comparing you to me, because one of is infinitely awesome and the other...well, i won't say that. it wouldnt be nice. by the way. i'm not sure if you're the awesome one or what. i just know you and i are most likely on completely different levels of cool. most likely you are way cooler than me. but anyway. to the real point. this morning i woke up at 6. now to most people that's like "ah, crap! i gotta wake up at 6!" but for me i believe in Benjamin Franklin's famous statement, "Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise". i'm not sure if waking up early will really make me wealthy. or even wise. but i always feel better if i do. so the healthy part seems about right. so anyway, ever since i had vacation in Italia, Prytani, and all those other places i have been unable to get myself up at 6. well, that's not quite true. i can get up at 6 but then i go back to sleep at 6:01 which kind of defeats the whole purpose. so i am very happy that today i managed to drag my butt out of bed at 6.

Now this amazing feat was not accomplished easily. 3 things had to be done for me to wake up and stay awake. first, after my phone started making annoying alarm noises to wake me up, i reached over, eyes closed, and kiled my phone alarm. Then, eyes still closed i opened my window (so that i would be able to do this i had unlocked my window last night) and felt the icy air fly in. ICY!! it was cold!! i pulled all 3 of my blankets even tighter around me and still shivered. then i closed my eyes and thought of penguins in tuxedoes and sirens with babies and violins...and then i sat straight up! can't go back to sleep! MUST....WAKE....UP!!!! so i stood up and opened my eyes. it was amazing. i saw nothing of interest at all. so i staggered accross my room to the lightswitch and smacked. let there be light! OWW!!! MY EYES!!! so i staggered back to bad, eyes squeezed shut, and fell straight into bed and put two pillows on my head to block out the light...then the violin lady playing to the seals again...MUST...NOT...SLEEP!!! HI YA!!! OUCH! so after karate chopping myself in the head to stay awake i looked at the clock...6:05. WHAT? All that for just five minutes? CRAP!! I knew it was time to take drastic action. this is where NightWish comes in. i grabbed my mp3 player and did what i knew would wake me up. "Once...I had a dream...And this is it!!!" i don't know why but this song always makes me jump up in bed. something about how this song begins just annoys me! It's all like "I'm whispering about my dream because it sounds all cool...and then we come in with the awesome guitars..." ugh...i like the song but i don't know why the begining just bugs me. Anyway, in case you haven't figured it out by now, that georgous raven haired beauty up there is Tarja Turunen with her "Dark Chest of Wonders", she's finnish and therefore lives closer to me then Amy Lee and therefore i've been thinking about proposing for quite a while now...

So anyway, i don't know why i told you all that. just wanted to share how i was able to drag myself out of bed. and i want to suggest something to you: if you need to ake up, put on NightWish's "Dark Chest of Wonders", if you want absolutely anything to feel like an adventure then put on NightWish's "Ghost Love Score". It made my putting away the dishes this morning a very exciting adventure, which is quite a feat because putting away dishes is rarely an adventure. So, anyway, one more interesting thing i wanted to write about before i left, yesterday a black cat was too scared too cross my path. you know this whole thing about black cat crosses your path and you have ultimate bad luck or something? well the other day as i was walking to the tram a black cat came and was about to walk straight in front of me (So, like, in my path) so i stopped, so as not to step on the poor little guy and the cat looked up at me. and i looked down at it. and it looked at me, and i looked back. and for a second we stood there, looking at each other, and then the cat ran back the way it came. i didn't make scary faces or anything. it just ran off. so that poor black cat was too scared to cross my path. I feel like "Coats", from BibleMan:The Fiendish Works of Dr. Fear when he yells "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE POWER OF GOD!". It's like, "No black cats can mess with me, i got God power! Got God?" So anyway, yesterday a black cat was too scared to cross my path, oh so fun. anyway, i'm done now. i'm gonna be babysitting all day, which is always an adventure even without NightWish, so i'll have fun today. so yeah...Cya!

P.S.
For song suggestions, if you want to be angry at you're significant other then Evanescence's "Call Me When You're Sober" is great for that. When i listen to it i feel like i should be mad at Tallinn, Tartu and Kavastu girls, just for fun. Anyway, BYE!!

A P.S. to my last blog post.

Yes Meg, i absolutely, completely, and totally LOVE Evanescence's new CD. Not much could change my opinion of Evanescence. And also i never read your blog. I never read any one's blog. I barely even read my secret (not so secret) crushes blog. I truly am sorry because it's kind of jerky of me to have other people read my blog but not read their's but...sorry. Just lose interest to fast when i'm reading about other people. Does that make me self centered? I hope not, because i hate self centered people. And also, it's always cold here. Always. Except summer, but we won't mention that. And plus if you wear a bra you're instantly feminine. I don't think color matters much. But that is just a guy's opinion so doesn't count for much...

And Reet, it is impossible to both read my blog and be an "old granny", unless of course you're my grandmother. My blog makes people ten years young, which is why i write and act like a 6 year old. And also my blog should allow you to just give yourself whatever name you want without having to sign in, but who knows if that works. And you would definitely have to be acrobatic for airplane bathroom sex. But now i understand why airplane toilets are always full, and full for so long...

But now i gotta go. I will talk to you all later. Bye! (Neon green? What the...? Well it's definitely not boring...)