It's...ALIVE!!!!

Ixxie! You're alive!! My sweet darling hunk of plastic and silicon!! I LOVE YOU!!! My baby's alive...I'M SO HAPPY!! Ixxie has been reborn. Your prayers and mine have been answered by the rebirth of this pile of hardware! Yippee! I still don't exactly what's wrong. I think it might just have been that the hard drive was overtaxed but i barely have anything on there so i don't know how that could be it...Anyway i just wanted to share the good news with you the my darling seems to be up and back to normal. This has been a very strange couple of days.

A look at Ixxie's sad living condtitions...

In this picture you can see the harsh conditions Ixxie lived under, so it's really a miracle Ixxie survived this long...If only i'd been more caring...If only...

The Death of Ixxie the X-box...

Today is a sad day. Today i lost a room mate, a brother and a friend. Today my dear X-box, known to friends as "Ixxie", passed away. During a wonderful game of "swoosh" (Star Wars:BattleFront 2) My baby reported that the disc was dirty or damaged which is no problem, it says that all the time. it's been having problems for months. So i turned it of and me and my friends went to eat supper and when we came back...my baby was dead. When i tried to turn it on it said "Your X-box requires service. Please call X-box customer support." NOOO!!! It's dead. After some attempts at bringing it back to life, some of which were sucessful for about 5 minutes. I finally gave up. And now, i must say my goodbyes to Ixxie, the greatest X-box to ever live. There are many who owe a great bit to Ixxie for all the joy he has brought into their lives. That Ixxie should be cut down in his prime proves the saying that "only the good die young". It is a sad, sad day. Here is a requeim for my dear first true love.

Never again will bullets fly and bad guys fry with Ixxie.
Never again will starships race through outer space with poor Ixxie.
No more shall we laugh, we shall only cry, for Ixxie.

I MISS YOU IXXIE!!! I still have a faint hope of getting Ixxie repaired, but that hope is just that, faint...pray for Ixxie tonight. Pray that Ixxie will be miraculasly revived by my amazing skills. And pray for those who have lost Ixxie, and who feel the loss deeply in their hearts. So to the one thing that was more than a DVD play, more than CD player, more than a game console, to what could only be called a friend, i most fondly say...Farewell........

You what neptune reminds me of? YOUR FACE!!

Actually, i wanted to blog because last night while i was staying up 'til one in the morning with my crazy two year old brother i picked up a dictionary (THE HORROR!) and started flipping through. I got to planets and this line stood out to me..."Neptune, like Uranus is a cold and distant world. It is similar in size and is also blue-green because of methane gas in it's hydrogen rich atmosphere." Now at 1 a.m. to my immature mind this was hilarious. because if you prounounce "uranus" as "your anus" than this quote really becomes quite funny. sorry, i just felt the need to share my immaturity. haha! that's funny...

You what neptune reminds me of? YOUR FACE!!

Actually, i wanted to blog because last night while i was staying up 'til one in the morning with my crazy two year old brother i picked up a dictionary (THE HORROR!) and started flipping through. I got to planets and this line stood out to me..."Neptune, like Uranus is a cold and distant world. It is similar in size and is also blue-green because of methane gas in it's hydrogen rich atmosphere." Now at 1 a.m. to my immature mind this was hilarious. because if you prounounce "uranus" as "your anus" than this quote really becomes quite funny. sorry, i just felt the need to share my immaturity. haha! that's funny...

Fun in the sun...well, without the sun.

Since monday i've been dying to blog about mondy night, which was loads of fun and very blog worthy. I know that you all wanna know about my weekend which was also fun but i just don't feel like blogging about right now. Monday night was just more oddly blog worthy. So anyway i knew that at some point on that gloomy, rainy monday i had to meet up with my friend Eero to get my dad's Bass Guitar fixed because Eero knew some guy who could fix it. So anyway i knew that he was supposed to call me and then we'd meet up. I knew it, i know i did. I just...forgot. So when i got called and asked if i could meet him in whatsitwhosit park next to Viru Keskus. I was happy to oblige. Except for one thing, i didn't have the guitar. it was at the corps. oops. so i had to grab the keys from my mom, jump on the tram and then go to the corps. now i looked very scary and menacing all in black with a hoody and a black wool pullover hat so i think anyone who saw me go into the the building thought i was robbing it. i did feel like i was in some kind of heist though, i was like type in the code ****** unlock the door...and...DUDE, I'M IN! YEAH! so then after jumping back on the tram with my stolen goods...er, my dad's guitar i got to the park and waited...and waited...i was 10 minutes early. so finally after five long minutes dragged by i called him.

"Can you wait five minutes?" sure, whatever, that was the time we agreed on. in the mean time i took pictures of the statue in the park using my camera, which i had of course pilfered from the office. well it was mine to began but it makes me feel cool to be like "dude, that was one seriously cool heist" then Eero showed up and we walked over to Eesti Maja resturant, the meeting place to meet this guitar fixer dude. he walked in right after us and after some discussion we settled on a diagnosis and a price. then Eero and i left and after saying good bye to Eero at the bus station i headed to the tram. this is where the fun blogworthiness started. one time when i was in the ferry terminal here in tallinn i saw an add for Vana Tallinn liquor that looked hilarious so i wanted to take a picture of it but didn't have my camera with me at the time. well i'd seen the same add at a store near the tram stop so i looked down the tracks and didn't see a tram coming so i just thought i'd be quick and take a couple of pictures. and so i did. it was quite simple then i got back to the tram stop and waited. and waited. and waited. almost half an hour. still my tram didn't come. so finally i gave up. i called my mom and said i was walking home. then just as i crossed the street to starting walking i saw my tram coming. i tried to think of my options as quickly as i could. i could J-walk and run across the street through the traffic and jump on the tram after frantically running or i could just walk home. and of course i voted for running frantically.

now i mentioned that this was a rainy night. and it was pretty dark. and slippery. so i did my best not to get hit by a car running through traffic, which gladly i succeeded in. but then i started to slip. after running across the street i noticed there was a handrail between me and where i needed to be. but i still had a little more to run so i just grabbed the slick handrail and ran until i got to where the tram was just about to stop and so i attempted to skid to a halt. what actually happened was i slipped and because of my grip on the handrail swung under it and popped up just where i wanted to be. right in the middle of the crowd. i had popped up right in front of this poor goth chick who, because of her gothic-ness, tried not to look alarmed but did a bad job hiding it. then i got in the back of the tram and my gothic friend got in the middle and we stared at each other warily. i stared because i kinda have a thing for goth chicks. and she stared cause i'm so darn goodlooking! or more probably because i had popped up and now was in a tram with her, staring at her freaky facial piercings. then she got even more freaked out when scary guy in black with funky facial hair got off at the same stop as her. then when i took the same path she did to go home shev got even more freaked. i guess she thought i was stalking her. she kind of kept looking back and then walking faster as if to outrun me, then slower as if to act like she didn't know i was there. so i finally thought i'd put her out of her misery and so i started walking faster and finally caught up with her and then started walking ahead of her. so quite relieved the girl accepted that until we got closer to her home. then for some reason she felt it neccesary to almost run to her house, revealing her home to me. so if i had been a stalker, which i'm not, i would be most interested. but anyway out of the whole experience i got some fun andearned that a goth chick lives down the street from me. all in all a fun night. now i must bid thee adieu! Cya!

11 year celebration coming up...temptation

Why do we have a 11 year celebration? who knows? 10 year made sense. and 15 year os only logical. but 11? just more work for me...anyway this weekened is the big fat celebration. people from Narva, Tartu, V6ro (sorry, still don't have Estonian letters) and Tallinn will all get together and partay to celebrate the 11th year of the Salvation Army being in Estonia. i can't wait because it means i get to flirt with 3 times as many girls (haha, yeah...) and also it's just fun to party. but with great power comes great responsibility, and with great fun comes great work. and because of the fact that we have British regional commanders whenever we have a celebration some group of wierdos from britain come to party with us. so we have some big band from Hythe (as in Scythe) in England who will come with their big heavy instruments and guess who will have to carry them...ME! gotta love it. so anyway that will be fun hard work. but besides that things will be hard for me because of (as i mentioned before) the large amount of attractive my age females. it makes me feel like Sir Galahad the Pure when he goes to castle Anthrax ("not a very good name, is it?") in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and is faced with 8 score (150) blonds and brunettes between the ages if 16 and 19 and a half who do nothing but sit around all day "bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear..." i love this scene because despite the fact that at the end poor Sir Galahad gives into the temptation he fights it quite admirably. and i love how he cries out "I am sworn to chastity!" as the 2 "doctors" try to examine his, uhm, more sensitive areas. poor guy, that's some serious temptaion and i understand his plight. but the best part of the scene is at the end Sir Lancelot and two un-named knights charge in and save their friend from extreme peril and certain temptaion. and even after being saved Sir Galahad still protests "Can't i go back and face the peril?" to which Lancelot replies "No, it's too perilous" Galahad:"Can't i have just a little peril" Lancelot:"No, it's unhealthy" Galahad:"I bet you're gay..." Lancelot:"No i'm not!" so anyway back to my point that despite that i spend all my time with attractive teenage girls anyway this weekend will be especially tempting and i will be feeling quite like Sir Galahad. so just so everyone knows if you're feeling rather like a Lancelot and feel the need to charge in...can't i have just a little peril? NO!! charge in please. but most of you reading this won't be there on saturday when the peril will begin in earnest so if you still want to help me out you can pray for me. that would be really cool of you. anyway i actually had one more thing on the subject i wanted to write.

1 Corinthians 10:13 says "No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it." now that's a great verse but as we learn from Sir Galahad just because there's a away our doesn't mean we want to escape or will take it. and just because we can bear the temptation doesn't mean we'll not still give into it. and it's obvious it's common to man, look around. so just because there's always a way out (my personal favorite the "Joseph Method" tempted? RUN!!!) doesn't mean you'll use it. that's my problem, so that's why i need prayer. because i want a little peril, i just know i can't have it. oh, the great paradox of life. i want it but i can't have it because i am denying myself. i heard an interesing analogy lately. why ask how far is too far? when you're driving on a road on a mountain you're not asking how close to the edge. but the only problem is with me i'd be asking how close i could get to the edge 1. so i could check out the view and 2. because i'd love the headrush of being on the edge. so sorry for destroying a nice analogy. anyway, that's my problem, i think i'm sort of going on and on with no point here now so i'm gonna take off and eat something. Cya!

Abstinence according to The Simpsons...

Well according to Milhouse mostly, thus the cool picture. i know by even mentioning the name "Simpson" i am making much christian blood boil. i know this is a controversial subject but that's why i like it. plus the show is stinkin' hilarious! but i wanted to say that one of the most convincing arguments for abstinence i have heard i heard on the simpsons from my buddy Milhouse, the nerd ("I'm not a nerd! Nerds are smart...") who reminds me of me with blue hair and glasses. now in one episode he had a "girlfriend". i put that in quotes because this dude's like 10 years old. but with this girl he had his first kiss and many great lines were exchanged. such as "Girl:I told my dad i was going to get my braces examined. Milhouse:Well you kinda are...huhuha" and i love Bart's reason for not wanting to allow a girl into the tree house:"What if i wanna walk around naked or somthing?!" so besides just being a great funny episode of everyone's favorite yellow skinned TV show what inspired me to abstinence here almost more than anything else? well Bart, quite curious about why the heck Milhouse would want to kiss an icky girl asks the obvious question:why? and Milhouse replies (if i remember correctly) "I'm not sure, it's not even the kissing that's so great, it's the waiting." hmmm....interesting. now just imagine multiplying that by several years of waiting then how good will all the blessings of marriage be for having waited for them? i love the simpsons.

now this is more inspiring to me then the king of evil John Holzmann. well maybe king of evil is an exageration but he definitely wants me dead or very unhappy. not sure which. but he's working on both. to make me unhappy he did two evile things. First he designed my homeschooling curriculim (Evil). and second he wrote the book dating with integrity, which i completly agree with, but hate.(Evil) and it's not completely true that The Simpsons is more inspiring than John Holzmann but i just feel i should hate him. well not hate, dislike with a passion. so anyway now that i've said my negative bit about my arch nemesis and my positive bit about my true love, Milhouse Vanhousen (i think that's his last name) i'm gonna go. so Cya!

Prayer walking and crazy biking!

Today i had two big highlights, which, as you may have guessed from the title, were prayer walking and crazy biking! at 2:30ish i chased down a tram (literally, running that fast with a bible in your hand is not suggested) and got to the corps about a half hour early. so i used that time to play with the keyboard(when you set the sound for strings it's so easy to sound cool!) and get ready for the walk. today it was real more of a reconnaissance/praise walk. praise walk because in bible study like 2 weeks ago we had planned to have a praise walk and had never done it. but today we had most of the people from bible study there so we did the praise walk. we walked around Kopli and read Psalm 148 out loud, which was fun because my bad accent was made worse by having to walk and read at the same time. at the begginning i had asked if anybody knew of anything in the area that needed prayer that we could walk to and Anneli mentioned Kalamaja park, which i didn't know but is apperantly a big place place were people do drugs. so we went there and prayed for the park and walked around and despite the fact that there were no addicts around i still felt it did need to be prayed for. so it was good.

then after coming home i felt the need for speed. so i whipped out my bike and sped off for Kadriorg park. I'm glad i did this ride because since it's getting more cold and winterish i'm getting more worried i won't have a chance to ride again until spring. and i love Kadriorg park because it's just the perfect combination of hills and paths and trees and size. i love it. and now that i'm getting used to it i know where i can go fast, and where i can do crazy daredevil nuttyness. i haven't crashed yet but i'm working on it. someday i probably will, but not today. so the interesting thing today is i got to see them taking the coins (or what looked like taking coins) out of the fountains in between the two palaces. very interesting. so anyway i gotta go now because i'm getting sleepy here. Cya!

A comic strip and a poem

Don't you just love that? it just cracks me up. this is how my little brother is. he has recently turned a tape measure into a lightsaber and a shoehorn into a sword. i personally think that girl's spoon looks like a club that would be perfect for beating my foes into bloody submission. but us guys are like that so...i promised you a poem? but first i would like to put out a thank you to Mr. Matthew Champ because i was waiting for someone to comment and say luck is for pagans. i almost said in my blog post but then i thought "that's not my saying, i won't steal it." anyway, the poem. the poem is "Is my team plowing" by A. E. Housman. i love this poem. i think it's funny despite the fact that it's a friend talking to a dead guy. "I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, never ask me whose." love it...

"Is my team plowing"

By A. E. Housman

“Is my team plowing,

That I was used to drive

And hear the harness jingle

When I was man alive?”

Ay, the horses trample,

The harness jingles now;

No change though you lie under

The land you used to plow.

“Is football playing

Along the river shore,

With lads to chase the leather,

Now I stand up no more?”

Ay, the ball is flying,

The lads play heart and soul;

The goal stands up, the keeper

Stands up to keep the goal.

“Is my girl happy,

That I thought hard to leave,

And has she tired of weeping

As she lies down at eve?”

Ay, she lies down lightly,

She lies not down to weep:

Your girl is well contented.

Be still, my lad, and sleep.

“Is my friend hearty,

Now I am thin and pine;

And has he found to sleep in

A better bed than mine?”

Yes, lad, I lie easy,

I lie as lads would choose;

I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,

Never ask me whose.

Now that's some good poetry. i like it a lot and i hope you did too. anyway i have to go lead a prayer walk in an hour and therefore should probably get dressed. Cya!

Friday the 13th was a very lucky day...

or if you, like me, aren't really into luck then you might say it was a very good day. let me tell you about so that i can smash any belief that friday the 13th is unlucky. on friday the 13 i woke up nervous. partly becasue it was friday the 13th (i am still a slightly superstitious person simply because it makes life more funky) and partly because i knew i was meeting some new people today. and let me tell you, i HATE first impressions. because i'm always horrible. so that day i went to Kadriorg park to see the palace (and cottage) of Peter the Great. it was fun especially because i was hanging out with two other missionary families, the Banks and the Masons. altogether there were three other teenagers and a TON of little kids. i can't remember anyone's name. but boy was it one crazy blast. i wouldn't really say i made any new friends, but i didn't make a total and complete fool of myself like i normally do. so that was very lucky. then that night was my favorite night. YOUTH NIGHT!! so i went to the corps and after dancing and drama'ing my butt off we had youth night. now that was brief. let me extrapalate. i'm not sure if thats a real word but i sure like the sound of it and i think i heard it somewhere before. what made this night especially nice is that as i shook my cute little tush two girls, (one who was blond and i know i recognize) who i later learned were named Kristi and Jaana, watched. i always perform better at drama, dance, video games, blogging...anything really, if i can flirt as i do it. and so i did. and apperantly i didn't scare them away because Kristi came today for church (YAY!!).

and that wasn't all that was good. Anneli and Evelin (two of my favorite girls on earth) were in charge of youth night. and because it was my friend Sergei's 21st birthday for some reason we all dressed like children and played children's games. that was fun. i looked great with my teddy bear. and Anneli looked like something out of Sailor Moon. it was fun. i especially enjoyed the jump rope type game that my team kicked butt in. it was awesome. i've heard in america we'd call it chinese jumprope. but i'm not sure it's the same. anyway, the home made super pickled pizza was also beyond perfection. i loved every second of it.

and the good luck didn't end then, the next day i went to Stockmann for Hullud P2evad (forgive my use of a 2 in the place of a with dots) which means Crazy Days! and it was crazy! the place was packed. it was shoppo-mania! it was fun. but guess what. i was babysitting most of the time. but i did get 10 minutes to look around for the holy grail. ever since our last computer was stolen with my "Heroes of Might and Magic III Complete" CD i have been searching for the best priced replacement. and i found it. i had originally paid 150 Krooni (12$) for it and Stockmann not only had that at the same price but for a mere 50 krooni more they had that plus "Heroes of Might and Magic IV Complete" so despite the fact that that Heroes V is already out i'm still tottally phsyched about having Heroes III back and being able to play Heroes IV for the first time. and all for 200 krooni. and did i mention the best part? my parent's reimbursed me for the loss of my stolen game (150 Krooni) and my sister wanted to share the game with me so i payed 25 and she payed 25, so i payed 25 krooni for 2 great games. there's only one thing i can say to that! SWEET!

so now i must go, i just got a new game! i should try it out! Cya!

I love K-Arvutisalong! (*POST #200*)

K-Arvutisalong is a wicked cool Estonian computer store from which i believe we're going to get our new computer. why do i love it? cheap games? well, that's one reason. nice employees? another reason but not the main one. the main reason is that the owner of the company is christian. and so even if not all the employees are christian the company is both blatantly and subtly christian. let me tell you some blatantly subtle stuff. one time as i walked by the K-Arvutisalong kiosk in Lõuna Keskus i noticed that the background on the computer in there was a Bible verse! wicked cool! i asked the guy working in the kiosk if he was a christian and he said no. so i asked about the background and he just said the computer was like that when he came in. cool. i wanna work for them! and another thing, at the K-Arvutisalong in the Kadriorg Selver near my house i was browsing through anything and everything and sitting there was a Bible! what on earth is a Bible doing in a pile of computer hardware? hmmm...i could guess a few things. anyway i love K-Arvutisalong and if i ever get a job and decide to buy myself a computer i know who i'm buying from! one more thing that makes me happy that i want to write about for no reason is that today while i was cleaning my room i found a piece of paper...a piece of paper i'd never seen before...a piece of paper with a Bible verse on it. Matthew 6:33 actually. i'm not gonna qoute it. look it up! maybe it will make you as hapy as it made me when i read it as a fun little surprise while cleaning uo my junk. now i'm gonna go. so Cya! hope you enjoyed my 200th post!

"Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath (Post #199)

Why am i blogging about a peom called Mad Girl's Love Song? i'm not a girl and i'm not really in the business of blogging about love songs. And since when do i read poetry? Well the Answer to all the questiona is i like this poem. despite not being a girl i still love the beautiful sense of loss and pain in this poem. And "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead"...mmm, gotta love it. So anyway i have no point to this post, i'm just sharing some cool poetry with you. So, um, Enjoy!

Mad Girl's Love Song-by Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"





Beautiful..........

A question....

Are you happy? that's what i thought today when i looked out my window and saw a guy so drunk he was having trouble walking. is that fun? i've never understood it. here in Estonia one of the most popular past times is drinking. i never understand it. when i ask my friend "what are you doing today" and they reply "going into the forest to drink" i don't get it. if you want to stumble around like an idiot you just have to spin in circles until you're dizzy. that IS fun. i do it with my little brother all the time. but what is the fun of getting drunk. everyone else here seems to see the fun but i don't. the main reason is not because i know from experience, not because i have done an extensive study into the effects of alchohol as a depressent (i haven't), but because anytime i see someone drunk they either are frowning or even if they're smiling it looks fake. so those are just my thoughts. i don't know if anybody who reads my blog drinks but if you do think next time, are you happy? does it really make you happy? because i still don't get how it's "fun"...

Three comics about me...

I have a theory that there's really only one person who reads my blog and comments under a bunch of names, and now, on the advent of my 200 blog post (it's coming up!) they will aproach me with a bunch of balloons and say "Mind reimbursing me for this..."

This is why i hate math...chalk does taste terrible, and it's all i ever learn...(Z triangled equals T upside down which equals üõäö)

This Pearls Before Swine comic makes me consider becoming a doorknobs salesman. sounds simple. "BUY MY DOORKNOBS OR GO TO HELL, YOU DOORKNOB HEATHEN!!!" well at least now i know what i'm gonna do when i grow up...

What did i do yesterday? store standing? collecting? give me an a name for this nameless act!

in America we would call it standing kettles. but anyway, yesterday i stood for an hour in front of stockmann holding a red thingy and standing next to a sign which basicly said "The Salvation Army is good! it helps homeless people! give us money!!!" okay, maybe not exactly that, but you get the point. so anyway, it was only an hour but it was packed with excitement and i'm gonna tell you all about it. i was supposed to stand from 3-4 pm (15-16) and so i left home about 2:45 and starting walking towards stockmann. now the fun thing about this was that i was in full Salvation army uniform(pictured:the funniest picture of people in uniform i could find). so i got a lot of stares. which i actuall really enjoy. so as i marched down the street, counting off the steps in my head (hut, 2, 3, 4...) and beaming a huge insane smile at any poor person who might have the misfortune to walk past. i got laughs, i got smiles, i got looks of pure terror. i'm not used to terror but i don't mind being laughed at. i mean heck, if i can brighten their day by giving them something to laugh at then my whole day was worth it. anyway, so after a fun march down to stockmann i met up with Major Tyrrell who immediately upon seeing me grabbed my goatee thing and in his nice british accent said "you still got this thing, do ya mate?" yeah, i do. anyway he handed me the red thingy i hold and my hour began...

after handing me the red thing Major Tyrrell bewailed the fact that he paid 30 kroon for his parking and he only collected around 40. well, i thought, i'm gonna have to do better than that, aren't i...and i did. as i smiled and nodded at everybody who went past right away someone came up and gave me 25 kroon. i gave him a huge smile and a "Tänan" (thank you). then someone gave me a 5, well major Tyrrell, there's your thirty in the first 10 minutes! so after that things got interesting. i'll tell you the good stuff first. and the bad stuff after. okay, so this older douple walked up to me and pulled out 2 kroon (maybe ten cents) and put it in. i said äitah and gave them a nice big smile. they apologized for giving so little but said "just think, if everybody gave you 2 krooni, soon you'll have a million!" i don't know why but them saying that just gives me a huge smile and was better than if they had given me a million. the next good thing to happen was a youngish guy came up and gave me 100 krooni! first of all i was shocked because it was 100 krooni, and secondly because this guy was young. he was the only person under maybe 30 to give me anything. so that made me very happy and i thanked him profusely.

now i'll tell you the not so nice stuff, and by the way, i'm not telling this stuff in the order it happened, so it wasn't like hunks of good then hunks of bad, it was nicely and evenly spread out. thank God for that! so anyway, one thing that i don't consider to be negative or positive, a bit of both is this guy who came up and informed me that the salvation army itself is a very good thing but my salvation army corps (kopli 8) is BS. and no, he did not mean battle school. but i don't really mind in the slightest. i'm a salvationist so as long as he thinks the salvation army is good that's all that matters. at least he knew we existed! then the thing that kind of did upset me slightly happened. this lady walked up to my we and asked me if i knew what the salvation army does. and i said yes i do, and tried to tell her all about it and give her a "what is the salvation army?" pamphlet. but she quickly made clear that she had a point to make to me. "NULL!!" that's what she thinks the salvation army does. nothing. zero. her logic? there's still homeless people on the streets. i won't even go into how it's not logical to blame the salvation army for that, especially when you're crappy goverment will barely even admit they have a homeless population, but i just said i was sorry she thought so and wished her a nice day. she must have been having a very bad day to be so worked up. i just didn't get what was upsetting her. and i'm not being sarcastic, i really don't understand that poor lady...

anyway, my favorite part of the whole experience when my good friend Anneli popped out of stockmann and gave me half a twix and some drink. she is too nice to me sometimes. then she went to pick up our friend Tinesha, who i hadn't seen in forever, and they walked me to the corps where we had fun doing dance, drama, and youth night! party! anyway i'm tired now so i'm gonna go protect my brother as he watches bible man. Tsau! or as the italians say it, Ciao! or as i say it, cow! (moo!)

I love you Amy Lee!

Hey, i just want to say that i am excited that Evanescence has a new CD. i haven't heard much of it but what i have heard i've liked. and i'm still in love with Amy Lee so there. i know i'm making all you Estonian chicks so jealous but...she has black hair!! how can you beat that?! so anyway, that's it really...just showing my Evanescence devotion, but i'm tired now soo, G'night!

A joke from Reader's Digest, and my thoughts on it.

Here is a joke i stole from a British Readers Digest. i am going to give you a whole running commentary. because i think this joke is interesting and i want to prove a point at the end. so here it is, my commentary will be in italics okay?

"The was a man who had three girlfriends and didn't know which one to marry."
Now fist off we know this guy is a jerk. Three girlfriends? how do you even pull that off?!?
"So, as a test, he gave each $5000 to see how they would spend it"
Well this would explain how he got three girlfriends! He's stinking RICH! I really don't understand the whole stereotype that girls only like money. I'm sure there must be girls who like guys, not dollars!
"The first girl had a head-to-toe makeover and bought a new wardrobe of clothes. 'I spent the money making myself pretty because i love you so much,' she told her boyfriend."
Now obviously this is the blond. no offense. she's stupid and most likely blond. Sorry but this girl would be an automatic NO-NO!
"The second one got a new set of golf clubs, an IPod, and huge TV to give to the man. 'I bought all these things for you because i love you so much,' she said."
Now this girl may not be the book smartest but she definitely knows men. But i have only one problem with this, can you legally get all that stuff for $5000? That expensive stuff!
"The third one took her money and invested in the stock market, doubling her money. She told the man: 'I wanted to invest in our future because i love you so much.'"
She may be the one with the most book smarts but she invested the money? How boring! But in the end she's probably the best girl. Or so i think. I like smart chicks! ;-)
"The man thought long and hard about how the women had spent their cash and decided to marry the one with the biggest breasts."
Cricket. Cricket. Oh wait, was that the punch line? Just kidding, i laughed it at first and then it hit me, do people really think all guys are like that? Is that the stereotype? That girls only like like cash and guys only like boobs? Oops, i said a naughty word, should i put and X-plicit content sign? maybe i will. anyway, i would like to defy that stereotype because i know that the human race is not that shallow. I truly do not believe humanity has truly sunk that low. anyway, there's a joke and my thoughts on it. i'm gonna quit using italics now.

Ahhh, there we go. doesn't it feel good to be un-italicized? it sure makes me happy. anyway, i'll write more about my trip later. i'm tired now. Cya!

Whether you know it deep down inside you are prejudice...

i would like to write a quick little posgt against our society's colorist atitude. colorist is in sexist, racist, EVILIST! why exactly is light good? and dark evil? i don't get it! i think it is an act of color discrimination! and same thing with height! why is someone "high and mighty"? most of the short people i know are stronger than taller people (like me). so i don't understand these prejudices. how do we black isn't really the ultimate good? and maybe white is satan's favorite color! who knows? i think that the main reason for this colorist atitude is that if something is pleasing to the eye we label it "Good". and if it's not pleasing to the eye (say, bats for example) then it must be EVIL! i beg to differ. some of the most evil and scary things i have ever seen have been breathtakingly light and beautiful. and some of the most comforting have been dark. now that doesn't apply to everything but now can some of you understand why i prefer brunettes over blonds? i try to not be colorist whenever i can, and i hope that this scathing blog post will make you rethink your treatment of colors.

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;-)

that WAS funny. anyway, i've voiced yet another odd oppinion and now i must say farewell! fare thee well!

Here in Britain we don't drink from the toilets...(in this post i unmask a military/government conspiracy)

I took this picture in one of the London museums' bathrooms, either Science or natural history, they're like right next to each other so i don't remember which. i just thought the wording of this sign was funny, just a remember, no matter how thirsty you are please DO NOT drink out of the toilet. what they means is don't take water from the sinks because they get their water from a polluted water source beneath the museum because somehow that's more enviromentally safe. so anyway, where did i leave off? Sweden layover to Prytani? yup. so we landed in Britain and had to wait for like 2 hours (no joke) in line to go through customs because something had happened at one of the airports (plane crash, security scare, who knows?) so a ton of planes was getting diverted to the tiny little stansted airport and because of that (and the fact that it was like midnight) things were running really slow. so finally after making it through the ginormous (not a "real" word) lines we got a taxi to Days Inn were we were staying and after absorbing the schock of being in such an American like place (Days Inn is American, duh...) we collapsed and died on our beds, waiting for our prince and princess charmings to kiss us awake...

to bad that night all the charmings eloped together and therfore never came to wake my family up, but we did rise from the dead eventually and then went over to the restaruant next to get our free complimentary "Full English Breakfast". it wasn't all bad, but it was definitely a very greasy experience. and i have a conspiracy i would like to unmask. the military organisations of the world are brainwashing our youth into highly trained military commandos through video games. i personally specialize in squad leadership and covert sniping manevuers. i was slightly freaked out by seeing a ghost squad type arcade game where you wielded a sniper rifle and you got payed for doing well in the game. and i don't mean you got payed in the game. money would pop out of the machine if you did well. and it was designed and advertised that way. and that was a very realistic sniper rifle you held and shot at computerized terrorists. so now i've down it. i believe that through video games the militaries of the world are training the youth of the world through video games. and maybe when world war 3 rolls around as it most likely will someday soon they'll start mandatory drafts and those of us who have already been trained will be used mercilessly to take over the world. disagree? then why is the US army using video games in it's "Army of One" campaign? on their website you used to be able to download a army game which trained you for combat. i don't know if you still can but whatever. i've voiced my theory. now you KNOW i'm crazy. anyway, got way, WAY off track. so let's see, haven't even finished writing about the first day yet. wow i'm crazy.

so then we took a bus into london and then a train to chislehurst where we were staying. and what's cool is we were staying at this cool Salvation Army place for missionarys called "Avalon". i mean how cool is that? we stayed at a place called AVALON!! wicked dude!! and when i say wicked i don't mean evil. so yeah, that was cool. and again i don't remember the exact order of events but we did all the cool stuff ever. we hit all the free museums and had a blast with that. like i already mentioned we went to both the natural history and science museum. that was all a blast. i really enjoyed it all. and plus i got some sweet pictures which i will someday put on some site so you awesome people can see them. one totally awesome thing we did was go to 221b Baker St., which is the Sherlock Holmes museum. me and my sister are HUGE Sherlock Holmes fans, and it was really interesting to get to see al the stuff there. i loved it. Sherlock Holmes RULEZ! well let me rack my brain because i seem to be having memory failure about what we did in London. RACK RACK RACK! okay, i racked my brain. i didn't get anything, so what do i do when brain racking doesn't work? i ask my mom! duh! *turning, asking mother* wow, my mom's got a better memory than me. and also i should mention that she's B-E-A-utiful. she's always wanted me to say that.

so anyway, one sweet thing we did was go to the london museum where as a cool one day thing they had a bunch of guys dressed up as roman soldiers and you could ask them questions. i actually wasn't all too impressed by them because i thought they'd kinda be in character and when i asked them a question about they soldiers they would refer to themselves not "the soldiers back then". and i was hoping when i asked about their weapons and shields and how they were made they would tell me how the shields were made in roman times, not how these dudes had made them. sad. but whatever, it was still cool to see a bunch of guys in armor. but believe me i saw a lot more of that at the colloseum...oops! i gave away my next destination! another fun thing we did was go to IHQ (Salvation Army International Headquarters) and we got a tour. which wasn't horribly interesting because it was kind of like "here's an office, and here's another office, and this is...wait, why don't you guess? it's an OFFICE!". but i did get to see the top of the General's head so in the end it was worth it. kind of. oh, how i love sarcasm.

anyway, i think that was it, and i'm tired of writing now anyway. i just want to say that this blog post is brought to you by Sonlight Curriculim because today i read in my schooling stuff that to improve my writing i need to practice, practice, practice! that's right, three whole repititions. you know they must be serious...so tune in next time because after flying out of Britain we headed for Roma. and i fell in lova with Roma. and i took a lot more notes in rome so my blog posts will have so much more information (NO! not longer posts...). Cya!

Wake me up when semptember ends...

wait a minute...semptember's over? it ended yesterday? and you never woke me up? geeze, you think you can count on people to wake you up but they just let you down...i'm disapointed in you. you make me cry. tears of laughter that is!! HAHAHAHA!! yes, i have just gone insane. i'm tottally nuts. but i'm loving it. i'm listening to Gwen Stefani's "What You Waiting For", i haven't heard it in a while and dang is it funky, it makes me laugh. and now Lost Prophets "Last Train Home"...sorry, i just love my music! anyway, on the subject of music i love i've been waiting all year for semptember to roll around so i could make a pun out of Green Day's song "Wake me up when September ends", which i have now done with this post. so my life is complete. anyway, i guess i should tell you about some stuff so you don't get bored.

as you may have noticed i have been away for the last two weeks on a whirlwind tour of europe. starting in latvia and then going to...well, just keep reading. so anyway, i'll tell you about everything. after piling into the van me and my family started the hours long trip to Riga. it was okay. we took a break in Pärnu for lunch and ate at this great little cafe called Georg which put this awesomely yummy pink sauce on the fries...YUM! i liked it a lot. so after filling our stomachs with yumminess we jumped back in the van and uneventfully crossed the border into latvia. so then after a few miscaleanous playground stops for my little brother to stretch we made it to Riga, at which point i cut my wrist. i was just bored i pulled out my pocket knife and...wait, that's not what happened. after hours in the car i had slouched down in my seat and in an attempt to sit back up put my hand on the side of the seat and tried to push myself up in the seat but my hand slipped and i gashed my wrist on this menacing little black metal part of the seat. ouch, bloody. it actually wasn't that bad and is finnaly almost healed. but it did hurt. anyway, after my injury we met up with our friend Ms. Major Diaz who's apartment we were staying at. we then trooped up to her apartment and enjoyed her large DVD collection.

i don't remember the exact order things happened after but the next morning we went to church and then sometime in the next few days we went to a zoo with another missionary family we'd met who's name i can't remember. which was fun for Elizabeth all the children in the family consisted of three girls. the oldest aged ten, like Elizabeth. do you notice that there are practically NO missionary kids my age around? what's with that? seriously! well who cares, all of the teenage girls i know are better looking than any missionary chick who might come around anyway...so yeah, then some other time we went to this sweet Latvian castle which was wicked good fun. and i got some great pictures which i'll put on later. then after more time doing stuff in old town Riga, which is where i got that cool "Just Pie" pic you see up there, we got on a plane and after a short layover in Sweden we were off to the Isles of Great Britain...

keep checking because i'll blog about that later, but now i need to go watch winnie the pooh with my little bro. and just so you know if you see a star here is the wishing rhyme you need to know. "Flap like a bird, Jump like a fish. Sit down. Stand up. Wish, Wish, WISH!" anyway, Cya!!!