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!