Owch! I am almost had my ear pierced by an umbrella!

Yes, it's true. I almost got my ear peirced by an umbrella. You see that scary, pointy, shiny, pointy, evil point? Yeah, the pointy one. The one like a demonic needle of doom. IT'S EVIL! My brother had this tiny umbrella that he loved to play with, it was fun because it could be used as both a sword and a shield, and when needed, a club. So yesterday i came and sat on the couch, you know, just because i like sitting on that blue couch (that couch is evil by the way, so it's no surprise really...) and i had my head down pretty low when out of the corner of my eye i saw something yellow moving fast in my direction. Thank God i turned my head or else that evil needle would have got me straight in the eye! Instead, i turned my head and felt the needle sink deep into to my skin at the bottom of my ear where my ear meets my head. OWW! That hurt! I started yelling for help and then after they assured me that i wasn't bleeding i stood up, looked in the mirror, and saw that yes i was bleeding. A lot! So i grabbed a box of tissues and started soaking up blood as my parent's took away the guilty weapon..My poor little brother started crying, not because he hurt me of course, but because we had taken away his umbrella. Poor guy. So i told him i loved him anyway and gave him a hug, but then i still wouldn't give my brother his umbrella. And now it will be trashed. Thank God! So now here i sit with a scarred and bloody ear (i'm kind of exagerating) after my horrible injury, it still hurts. But i'm fine. I'll live. This scar will heal. It's so sad that i had to take his umbrella away though. But now you know of my tragic pain...pity and love me! But for now i must go, because nothing interesting has happened today. But for now i must go. Cya!

YES! YES! YES!! I AM THE MASTER CHIEF!!

Today i got Halo. Today i kicked butt. Today was fun. That pretty much covers the most exciting stuff that's happened. Today has just been going my way. Everything's been going right. I feel great. Thank God. I've been needing a perfect day. Maybe i can start a trend? We can hope. I'm going to talk more about Halo, despite the fact the people who might be interested already know it's greatness, and everybody else doesn't care. I got Halo, put in my X-box and sat down, punching the air going "YES! YES! YES!!!" And does any one remember the first time you heard the music? Or saw the "loading screen"? That is something i'll never forget. The beauty is overwhelming! Then next thing i knew BAM! I was shooting the crap out of covenent troops, enemies lay down before me. It's a wonderful feeling. I need to play that more often. I don't know what it is about Halo but it rules. I can't wait to play again. And seriously, there is nothing that makes you feel more manly than playing halo. You're a 7 ft. tall cyborg in invicible armor chasing aliens with guns. And on top of that you've got this deep manly voice and even when wimpy little computer AI Cortana wants to sit down you're like "NO, I'M FAR TOO MANLY!!!" And you are. And even when everybody else dies, you are far too invicibly manly. I LOVE IT!! It is so fun! So now i have given you a description of my first time REALLY playing Halo. It's amazing. If anyone out there is over 17 then i tottally suggest this game. But for now i must go and retreat to my royal chambers. I'm tired. G'night!

What is my Blog's future? And does it have anything to do with Night at the Museum?

No, my blog's future has nothing to do with night at the museum. Well except that i may blog saying i love or hate it, because i'm very excited that i'm going to see it today. I'm going on a date! With my sister and dad. Which is pretty cool. It looks pretty funny so i have high hopes for it. It better be a great movie, 'cause if it's not...then i'll say it's not. But besides that, i was wondering about my blog's future. In 10 years, will this blog still be here? Will i still be writing on it? Will people still read it? Will it still be interesting? What kind of things will i write about? Or how about in a hundred years, assuming i'm dead by then, will my blog live on? Will it be read by my ancesters? Will they find it interesting? I don't know. I can only hope. I think all that would be great. If my blog lasted forever, and continued to be read. And in a thousand years maybe teachers will give a school assignment to read a blog from the 21st century, and people will pick mine. And laugh at the funny way i talk and how funny my (to them) so un-high tech MP3 player is. That would be sooo cool! I hope that's how it goes. Anyway, i'm gonna go now, because i gotta get ready to go to the movie! PARTY!!!! Cya!

Frank Sinatra is pretty cool.

Sorry, i know that because i'm so young and hip i shouldn't like someone who's dead but come on, Frank Sinatra is cool. When i turned 17 my mom sent my a youtube video of Robbie Williams (eww) and Frank Sinatra (cool) singing "It was a very good year" Which was quite interesting, and i like the lyrics, the first verse is:
"When I was seventeen it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
on the village green
When I was seventeen"
Which is actually quite interesting because my year for small town girls was last year, now i've moved on to big city girls. But still, i like the idea. Anyway, that's one good song of his, but i love "My way". What a great song. If i ever die (if?) I want someone to play that at my funeral. I'm going to make that one of my goals for my life, i want this song to describe my life. I especially love the line "Regrets, I've had a few/But then again, too few to mention" That is a goal worth working towards. Anyway, i need to go make burgers for lunch, which makes me a true American (BURGERS!!) but i will leave you with a parting gift, the lyrics to Frank Sinatra's "My Way". Until we meet again, i bid thee adieu.

~

Frank Sinatra

My Way

~

And now, the end is here

And so I face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I traveled each and ev'ry highway

And more, much more than this, I did it my way

~

Regrets, I've had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway

And more, much more than this, I did it my way

~

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

But through it all, when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

~

I've loved, I've laughed and cried

I've had my fill, my share of losing

And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way,

"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

~

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

~

Yes, it was my way

I am so cool!

I'm sorry, but humility has a time and a place, and i have decided now is neither the time or the place. I have now made myself as cool as i possibly can, not much is missing. I have a cool black goatee thingy. A cool almost black hoody. An awesome black messenger bag. A sexy black MP3 player. And plus i have the ruler of the universe on my side. What could be cooler than all that? All i need now is a girlfriend with black hair...not a hint Anneli, your hair is purple! I can't wait to go out today wearing my black fleeces, black hat, and black messenger bag while listening to my black MP3 player. I'm gonna look so cool! Anyway, besides being wicked cool i'm always feeling wicked sick. I have a cold. I was up all night last night coughing and sneezing. I hate it. It's DISGUSTING!! And now my nose is all red from blowing it so much. So not cool! I hope i get better soon because i just feel so nasty and lethargic. Ugh. Bla. And many other three letter words. Four letter words are offensive, so i use three letter ones. Such as ugh and bla and yam. I've always thought yam sounded very negative, but once again i'm going on about nothing. The other day i read a great quote, apparently someone named Jonathan Kozol once said "Pick battles big enough to matter, [but] small enough to win" Isn't that a cool quote? i like it.

Anyway, i've started a Bible reading plan so that by the time i turn 18 i will have read the whole Bible though. And as i've been reading i have found many very interesting things. And so i have decided to write on my blog about this and call these little places where i write about the wierd Biblical stuff "The Bible Reconsidered" simply for lack of a better name. I'm gonna start in the begining, or pretty close anyway. In Genesis 3 it talks about when Adam and Eve sinned. And i was thinking, you know it really sucks that we're punished for that. I mean Adam and Eve did it, and it was kind of all Eve's fault anyway. Darn women, always causing us dudes to sin. But then i thought about it some more and i realized something, you know why i'm punished along with Adam? Because if a nude chick who also just so happened to be my wife came up to me and said "Hey honey, want some fruit?" Then heck yeah i'd take it! In Adam's place i wouldn't be any different. Then later, in chapter 6, we find the popular story of Noah, every knows this one, but i found one interesting thiong this time i heard it. Or actually it was more what i didn't hear. Every time in sunday school or almost anywhere else where i've heard this story told who ever has told the story has made a big deal about how much Noah was made fun of by his neighbors. "You're building a boat? What are you, some kind of freak?" But never once in the Bible does it mention that Noah was mocked or anything like that. I guess it can be assumed but still, it's not in the Bible.

Then jump ten chapters to chapter 16 and we read about Abraham and Sarah (Then Abram and Sarai). This is just freaky, so Sarai can't have kids so she says "Hey Abram, you know i have this sexy Egyptian servant girl, i'm sure she could give you children. Why don't you sleep with me" What kind of a women says that to her husband? And then later when the now pregnant serving girl is being a jerk she blames it all on Abram! Is that fair? I don't think so. Now in the next chapter (17) God tells Abram that he will now be called Abraham, and he also mentions a little something about circumcision. Everyone in your household must be circumsised, family members, slaves, men, boys, babys, everyone! Didn't anyone complain. I mean when Abraham started walking around with a knife i would think someone would go running for cover. Wouldn't some say "Wait, wait, wait, you want to take a knife and do what to my what?! NO way man! That's gonna sting like heck!" If someone started saying they wanted to chop any part of me, especially THAT part, i'd be running for cover pretty fast. But apparently Abraham did it. Now later in chapter 19 vs. 30 it's talking about Lot and his daughters. This is sick. What kind of freak daughters get their Dad drunk so they can sleep with him? And what kind of Dad drags his daughters into a cave and makes them live there? I think this was one of the first seriously dysfunctional families. Then next chapter (20) is very funny because Abraham was worried about getting killed because the king wanted to take his wife, now this makes no sense, back in chapter 18 it already said that she was old. Why would a king want to steal some old dude's old wife? Maybe she was a really hot old lady. I don't know. I just think the whole thing is very funny.

Anyway, for now that's it. Later i'll probably write about Jacob and Esau. But for now i just have one parting the to say. People love to say "God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve" but that's not ture. God created Steve too, just later, and not to be Adam's husband. Anyway, until next time, Tsau!

Yay! I got my bag!

I finally got a messenger bag! I've wanting bag like this (<---) for quite a while now, and i am now quite pleased to have found an awesome black one being sold right next store at our Salvation Army second hand store! So now i have it, a place to carry/store my bible, Estonian and Russian dictionaries, and many other things. So i am quite happy. And something else interesting happened a while ago, remember how i saw Natalie Portman on the tram? Well guess who i saw now! Arnold Swarzenegger! Oh the mad excitement! He was big, tall and looked just look Arnold. Only difference was he was speaking Estonian and was with a guy who looked like his brother, Angus Swarzenegger. So i saw 2 Swarnegger clones. It was very exciting. So now you know, if you want to see famous people skip hollywood...come to Tallinn! And i've noticed all these famous people head to Kopli with me...hmm, interesting. Anyway, now i gotta go so Cya!

I'm back!

I dissapeared for a few days there, how scarifying! (not a real word) Anyway, i just got back from a great weekend in Narva, home of beautiful Russian girls and my great friends, the Henderson family. Just picture it, 5 kids, armed to the teeth with plastic guns and swords, all after me. Fun! But i'm not really gonna blog about that because it's too boring. Lately i've been having a lot of dreams, usually really freaky ones that make me wake up finding myself biting my pillow. Which actually doesn't taste that good. Now, normally i wouldn't blog about most of these dreams because they're so depressing and freaky, but last night i had a dream that wasn't at all scary, it was just plain bizarre and funny. And because i'm sure you're all interested in my bizarre dreams i will now give you a full account of my dream. We were under attack, i don't know why, and i don't know by whom, but i think it may have been aliens because the enemy was very strange. What made them so strange was that they were attacking and killing everyone except those with goatee type facial hair. Okay, i know you're all groaning going "He even dreams about his facial?!?" Hey, i don't decide what i dream. But anyway, when i found out this horrible news i was at the corps with all my girly friends and i noticed something, because they were all girls i was the only one with facial hair that would protect me from getting killed by the aliens! I had no idea how to save my friends, what could i do? Then a desperate idea came into my head. I ran down stairs, grabbed some glue and a pair of scissors and started trimming my facial hair and glueing onto the girls chins. Then i woke up. It was a very bizarre dream. And when i woke up i looked over at my mirror and just thought "I think about my facial hair too much..."

I am so wierd! But you already knew that. Anyway, i had something i wanted to blog about and now it just escapes me. I hate that. But i will comment on your comments. Anneli, you may think you beat everyone's butts in Halo but i doubt it. I've never played against you in Halo, but judging from your performance in every other game i've fought you in you could never outgun me. Well, except in Tekken, you can always kill me there. And i'm pretty sure this is Matt Champ who said "Wow... thats deep. You've gotten quite eloquent and philosophical by writing this blog. Wait a minute... you have arch-enemies?" Well Matt, i'm glad you think that's deep, and i never thought that the words eloquent and philosophical would be used to describe me or my writing but it does make me feel so cool. Thanks. And no, i don't consider anyone to be an arch enemy, but just recently somebody who was once one of my favorite characters and one of my greatest hero's in the story of Chris said "I like this saying 'Don't explain, your friends don't need it, and your enemies won't listen anyway'" in a "Your my enemy who won't listen anyway" kind of way. So i guess people consider me an enemy. I definitely have rivals at times, but enemies...no.

Anyway, now that i've put up that saying my friend loves loves so much i will tear it apart and show why it's stupid. First of all, you should always explain, people die over misunderstandings, so please, explain. And unless all your friends are mind readers, or imaginery friends that live in your head, then there will be times when they will need explanations. Thats a great way to turn a friend into an enemy, not explain, shut them off. Thats very friendly. And your enemies won't listen? Says who? Maybe your "enemy" could turn into your greatest ally and friend if only he understood, if only you'd explain. So i'd say living by this saying is stupid and will only give you more enemies and keep the old ones. Anyway, now i've said my piece on that and i feel happy. Lately i've been missing Battle School and Vancouver quite a bit. I miss my friends, i miss the whole atmosphere. I would love to go back, i'm considering it. But i'm not sure. One person i was missing was my friend Robyn so i thought i'd check out her blog (www.shieldofprotection.blogspot.com) and i came accross this great poem she wrote. Check it out right here http://shieldofprotection.blogspot.com/2006/09/say-million-words.html I like the poem.

I need to go now because my two year brother is fighting with my mom, and my mom is losing. So Cya!

And the latest news from Chris' life...

I am now tottally webcam connected! If anybody gets the sudden urge to see my face and feels like talking to me on MSN (kurisu_dude@yahoo.com is my MSN) then just some how let me know you wanna talk to me and see my face and i will work it out. So E-mail (chrisjohnclark@juno.com) or call (56469016) today! Chris, now part of a complete breakfast! Warning! May cause boredom, drowsiness, and apathy. Anyway, just an exciting anouncement, my good old buddy Matt, the one from Pennsylvania (Which always makes me think of Trannsylvania) is making a computer game! MASS EXCITEMENT! And what's more exciting is that as soon as he finishes it i will mostly be the first to write a review. So you can all expect an exclusive review on "Hair Boy" or whatver the name was of my friend Matt's new game. It should be most enjoyable. I know this is a short and insignificent post, but hey, it's your fault for reading! So Cya!

What is scarier than the future?

Last night as i was lying in bed enjoying the FM radio feature on my MP3 player i was listening to one of the Estonian radio stations (Don't know which) when Hoobastank's "Crawling in the dark" came on. And of course since this is such a great song i sat back and just meditated on the words and soaked in the coolness. And they echoed some words that i've been saying a lot. What's the ending of my story? People say because i'm a Christian i already know the end of my story, but no, i know the epilogue. I want to know the end. I want to read the final page. The page where it says "So after this, this and this Chris died a happy death" I want to know what happens between now and heaven. And i know i'll find out, i just wish i could find out now!
"I will dedicate
And sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth
Of how my story's ending
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for
nothing

Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer"
When you have a really exciting book and you can't wait to finish it do you skip to the last page? I know people who do, but i don't. I stay up at night reading it, i read it when i'm eating, i read it when i'm doing other thing, i never stop reading it! But this story goes to slow, it takes 24 hours just to finish one page! Or maybe it takes 60 seconds, i don't know what you'd consider a page. But why do you want to finish a really exciting book? Well for me i start to really care about the characters. And i start to wonder "What's going to hapen to so and so a character? After all they've come through..." and my problem is i care about the people in my story, and i'm scared of how each individual subplot will go. I've watched majorly heroic main characters in my story turn into arch enemies in just a matter of pages. And it scares me. I'm terrified of the future. I know it's in God's hands, but so were the lives of all the martyrs around the world. Being in God's hands isn't alays the most encouraging prospect. I wish my life was like my blog. Here i can write whatever i want. For all you know this could all be a lie. I could be insane and writing about my fantasy world. And i have...expanded on the truth at times. I just wish i could write my life story. "Chapter 17, page 6, Chris writes on his blog about wanting to see his story's end. Hmmm, maybe i should write chapter 55 now just to get a look at what's coming." It's really quite depressing, you can never let your guard down, you never know what's coming. Well thus is life, I think it's probably like a video game, it's more fun to just barely survive, dodging bullets at every turn, then to have everything be predicable and easy. Easy is usually boring, so i guess i should get back to writing my story. "chapter 17, page 6 Chris publishes blog post, stands up, and leaves..."

I love Finnish music. And i REALLY love MP3 players.

I love my MP3 player. It's beautiful, it's sexy, it's got 1 Gigabyte of memory! It's wonderful. Now for those of you who are extremely observant, i'm sure you've noticed this is NOT one of the two options i'd been thinking of. But i like this better. Anyway, this one's really black. I like black. When i first took it ouy of the box and stuck in the head phones and held it in my hand i just thought "This thing's so sexy!" Yes, i am attracted to an inanimate hunk of plastic. Who cares? Anyway, as you may have guessed by now, my date was great, i got my MP3 player, and i love it. I'm still in shock by how HUGE the memory is. I started shoving on thing after thing after thing thinking "It can't take all this!" But then the smoke cleared and i saw that i hadn't even used up half the space! YAY! But it still can't hold ALL my music. I'd need a 7 GB MP3 player for that. But this is good enough for me...for now!

Anyway, in this post's title i professed a love for Finnish music and i'm sorry but i just love it! I dont know why but The Rasmus and NightWish are just so cool! I can't help myself. I love Finnish music. From The Rasmus's "In the Shadows" to "Guilty", from NightWish's "I Wish I Had an Angel" to "Ghost Love Score" it's all wonderful. I LOVE IT! Someday i need to marry an Estonian just so that i can live close to Finland. I love Finland! The prices may be insane, but the music is awesome. Or maybe if i marry a Finn...Who knows? If any georgous Estonian or Finnish girls are interested please apply at the front desk. But for now i must bid thee adieu. Or more of a see you, or as i love to say it Cya! (C=See Ya=You for those of you who have always ended why i end my posts like that)

You know what else sucks?

I really liked my friend Matt's response to my little hate rant about PlayBoy. He commented saying "Dude, i totally agree. You know what else sucks? Short shorts with writing across the butt. That's just weird." Now, the only problem is, i don't know if i owe this cool comment to my friend Matt Everett in Pennsylvania, or my other friend Matt Champ in Vancouver. So any Matts wanting to comment on my blog, please leave a last name. By the way, what do you call a guy who lets people step all over him? Matt!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! Get it? Matt=Mat? Sorry, i am so gonna get punched for that. Anyway, i am now going to write about "What else sucks!" So here we go, prepare yourselves. Okay, first of. You know what sucks even more than short shorts with writing a across the but? Short shorts with glittery writing across the butt! You're just innocently walking down the street and then the sun comes out from behind a cloud and suddenly you're blinded by some chick's shiny pants decor. And you know what else sucks? Chicks who wear really shiny necklaces. Especially crosses. Now normally this wouldn't be bad, but it seems girls like to wear really shiny necklaces in combination with very revealing shirts. So you're walking down the street, inocently enjoying the fresh air. When suddenly a girl walks towards you with a huge shiny cross hanging over her chest. Now human nature is that when you see something shiny you look at it, it's eye catching. So you're like "Hey, i wonder what that shinyness is...Oh God NO!!!"And then of course you get smakced in the face and start being accused of being a pervert. So i hate it when girls wear shiny stuff and then get angry when you look at the shinyness.

Anyway, i have other things that i think suck besides what chicks wear. Chicks themselves! Well not always. Actually, almost never. Usually i really love girls. Most of my best friends are girls. But i hate girls who are so unpredicatable emotionally. Like one girl at youth group last night (who i will leave un-named, and instead call Kabuto-San, because that is my nickname for her.) So anyway, Kabuto-San and i are always getting into fights, and i never know why. She is completely unpredictable. One minute she was extremely angry with me for some mysterious reason (I think it had to do with me taking a picture of Evelin that accidentally had Kabuto-San in the corner of it.) and the next minute she was giving me chocolate. and this really happened in the span of two minutes. She was yelling and practically on the verge of tears one minute, then giving me chocolate and talking to me nicely the next. I never understand her, i just try to stay on her good side. And i hope she doesn't read this post, because she hates it when i call her Kabuto-San. And now for my final "You know what else sucks?" Girls with crushes. And not just that, girls with crushes on me! Apperantly at this last camp i got a not-so-secret admirer and i'm not so happy about it. And i am trying so hard to scare her off without being a jerk but it's so hard! I would much rather just say that i'm not interested in anyone other than someone who can beat me in Star Wars:BattleFront 2, which is no one. But that wouldn't work. I'll think of something.

Anyway, i do have a date today. Today will (hopefully) be the day that i get my new MP3 player. I'm still debating which one i want, and it's worse now because i may have entered a third opponent into the fray. I have a Creative Muvo TX MP3 player right now, and i'm thinking i may get a Creative ZEN Nano Plus MP3 player. Because i've really liked my Creative MP3 player. Decisions are such sweet agony. Anyway, i should get to work deciding on my new musical companion. Cya!

Decisions, decisions...I want Halo!!

So many decisions! I can' decide! On the left in white we have the Sansa m240 1GB Sandisk MP3 player, and on the right in cool black we have the Sansa c240 1GB MP3 player. Both very similiar. Both from the same company. One black, one white. Decisions are tough! I like black for an MP3 player. But the white one comes with some sort of armband carrying case, which i think sounds cool. The black one comes with a color screen and can have pictures on it, but do i really need that? They both record. They both have "Hold" switches. They both need a cable to connect to a USB port (which sucks, but i haven't found anything better). Hmm...decisions! This is a birthday present that i'm getting with my grandparent's money they sent me, so thank you Grandma and Grandpa! I just can't decide! I feel kinda like i'm leaning towards the black one but...I dunno. I really like the idea of getting that arm band thing with the white one...I'mm gonna have to think some more about this.


Now to the next thing on my mind. I want to play Halo. Some of you may remember that when i was in America i bought Halo. It was 5 bucks and i've wanted it for a long time. I knew my mom probably wouldn't approve but hey, i was 16 and felt like i was king of the world. So i bought it. But then you might remember when i came home my mom was quick to confiscate it. I, of course, wrote a sad, heart wrenching blog post about it. But there was hope! I still had Advent Rising, great game that it is. And according to ESRB M (Mature) rated games are okay for 17 year olds. As in, turn 17, play, buy, do whatever with M rated games. That is what ESRB says. Now ESRB is not the most reliable source. And i will be sure to write all about Halo's objectacle content on my other blog, and i am much more reliable. But that is what it says. And plus, Halo is only rated M for "Blood and Gore, Violence" and may i point out that Star Wars:Republic Commando is rated T (Teen) for the same reasons. Funny how two games with so much in common can get rated differently. ESRB is very unreliable. But it's all we have. Anyway, the whole point of me writing all this is that i am now 17, as of two days ago in fact. So that means i should be blasting the crap out of covanant right now. But i'm not. Instead i'm writing this post. My mom has not held up her end of the deal. I don't have my game yet. Now i know all you Halo fans out there are saying "How could you deprive Chris of such a wondeful and important thing?" I know, i know. It's sad. And yet i live on. And i trust that my mom will hold up her and of the deal and i will soon be running around with a plasma rifle. Now i'm very sure you are wondering "What the heck is up with that picture of The Master Chief running around with flowers and bunnies?" Well i just like that picture and i wanted to point out that despite the fact that my mother would much rather i be play something with flowers, bunnies, and maybe the odd pegusi or butterfly i would much rather be playing the other picture. I know that's a picture from Halo 2 but whatever. I still make my point clear, no bunnies, more dead aliens.

Anyway, that was a very long post about nothing at all, i hope you enjoyed it, i did. But now the day is mostly through and i must go. Cya!

I'm 17!! Agh!!!

I'm scared! I'm 17! Agh! I woke up this morning realizing the sick implications of such a fact. First of all it means i'm no longer 16, a shocking fact that will take time to get used too. And second of all, i'm now 17! Agh! I'm sounding very redoundent! (Spelled wrong) And what that means is that, now that i'm 17, i should probably start acting more mature. This last year i had the excuse of "Oh, i'm only 16, gimme a break!" But now i'm 17 and it sounds so much more lame to say "Come on, i'm only 17, gimme a break!" So i'm stuck. Another scary thing this means is that in one year i will be turning 18, and i will be a drastically different person. I'm one year away from moving out, maybe going to university, probably getting a job...scary thoughts. I can't wait to see how this year wil play out. Being 16 was over rated. It wasn't that great of a year. And like any good story it had quite a few good, scary, and upsetting plot twists (almost none of which appeared on my blog). So now i'm glad to be 17, and i'm hoping that this year will be a bit easier to work with than last year. And now i feel very happy because i can now legally hit on 18 year olds. I have a rule that i should probably, maybe, never date any girl more than a year older than, or more than two years younger than me. So now i can hit on all my 18 year old friends and can finally leave alone all those annoying 14 year olds. Anyway, I think i should probably be done now, i'm still thinking about what i'm going to do to spoil myself since it's my birthday. I definitely want to watch some Naruto (Sasuke VS. Gaara!) and probably play some AOM (Age Of Mythology) and maybe since i'm 17 now i should start reading Seventeen magazine. Should i? Naww. I'll just listen to Relient K's "Seventeen Magazine"! Great fun song that it is. But for now i must bid thee adiue, or however it's spelled. Cya!

All hail the kitchen king!!

Hungry? I bet you were until you saw that picture. Today my mom informed me that i know how to make grilled cheese sandwhiches, i didn't know that i knew how, but she claimed i did. So i gave it a shot. You can see the result on the left...Let me tell you the whole story. And because i'm such a funky guy i can tie in a spiritual message too. Because cooking usually makes me feel like Jesus. So anyway, i pulled out the bread, butter and cheese and started making my grilled cheese. I had three sandwhiches sizzling happily in the pan and was rockin' out to Bomfunk MC's "Freestyler" with my MP3 player when i made the fatal mistake. The sandwhiches looked fine. They looked delicious. They smelled good too. But then i turned them over. BLACK!!! They were like charcoal on one side! AGH!!! NO!! So as my MP3 player started playing Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" in an ironic kind of way i turned off the heat and took the pan off the heat and brought it to my mom to prove that i can't cook. Then i went and tore of the burnt half's of the three sandwhiches. I then had 1 and a half perfectly good sandwhiches. So i had no option, i had to make 2 and a half more good sandwhiches. So i set to work and finally did come out with 4 perfectly tasty grilled cheese. But i'm still mad at my MP3 player, because i think somehow electronics know just when to screw up or play a song that will just annoy you. I think there's a conspiracy! They all hate me! From the X-box to my MP3 player, they're all against me, and i love 'em all. But anyway, i promised a spiritual message to go with this as a part of a complete breakfast so brace yourself. I felt like Jesus as i tore the burnt, bad (Sinful) part off of my creation and remade it and remolded it into something delicious. Only difference is, i screwed up and messed up the sandwhiches. In our case it's us who screwed up. But anyway i like the way that i threw those burnt (Sinful) pieces away and will never have to see them again. Well, except in the picture, but that's beside the point. And i really liked the taste of the non-burnt (non-sinful) pieces. MMHMM, yummy! But anyway, i'm done for now. Time for me to run off and do something funky. Yeehaw, Cya!

Emptying out my phone full of thoughts....

Who of all of you knows what i do when an interesting and random thought passes through my head and i am not sitting at the computer? Thats right, i write it down in my super sensual Nokia 2652 (or is it 2562?) mobile phone. Pictured here for your viewing enjoyment. Well i have about four months worth of random thoughts bult up in my phone and so today i am going to empty it all onto my blog. So brace yourself, 'cause here it comes!

My first and most recent thought is this. I will never understand girls! I know, I know. I've been saying that for years. But i just don't get it. My three friends Anneli, Evelin and Elis were at this camp with me last week and i couldn't understand this one thing: Why did they keep calling Tatsufumi? Tatsufumi is some Japanese 23 year old dude that one of them somehow met online. But anyway, apparently they are obsessed with him. Much in the same way that i am obsessed with the three of them. The only difference is they've never met him face to face before. And i don't get get why on earth you would want to spend 7 Krooni a minute calling some boring Japanese dude. They kept saying how cute his singing was as he sang "Where'd you go, i miss you so. It feels like it's forever, since you've been gone." And because i know (and hate) the song i sang along. And it wasn't even cute! He sings too high! And i wouldn't call a guy who you call, or would like to call every day just a friend. I'm a friend too. Do i get called every day? Do i ever get called by anyone? Not really...Then comes the best part part. They say they like to talk to foreigners, that's why they call him so much. What am i? Estonian? Russian? NO! AMERICAN! I'm foreign too! Well foreigners who don't live in Estonia...Oh, okay, whatever. I won't mention that British dude who studies (and therefore lives) here. Whatever. Yes, i am just jealous that other guys can get girls obsessed with them so easily. Very, VERY jealous...Grumble, grumble, grumble....

Now to move on to a subject that absolutely disgusts me. SMOKING! Ewwww!! What's nastier than that? Well a lot of things. But smoking really sucks. When i was standing a kettles a lot i couldn't believe how much i saw people smoking. And i don't know why, but in my mind when guys drink, smoke, curse or generally act like pigs i'm just like "Whatever, they're guys" but girls...aren't girls supposed to be perfect. That's why i get so freaked out when i see a girl smoking. And not only a girl, but a beautiful girl! I hate it when i'm walking and i see a cigarette on the ground and i look at it and notice lipstick stains on one end. NASTY! And especially when i jump on a tram and stand next to a georgous girl only to smell the reek of smoke about her. Smoke is not a nice perfume ladies! So girls, please don't smoke. Because i hate it when i'm walking down the street and see a chick and go "hey she's hot" and then she pulls out a smoke and lights up and i go "ewwww!" So ladies, please, i beg you, stay beautiful, DON'T SMOKE! And guys, if you want to smoke, i'd prefer you didn't, but if you feel you must go ahead, kill yourself and leave all the more girls for me!

One thing i have noticed lately is how much we humans need each other. Ever noticed how at a camp no one will ever going to sleep because they're always talking? Even if it's against the rules. That's because we need constant communication with each other. We can't live with out it. We need each other. And one thing i've hear before is that humans need a certain amount of hugs a day and it is my theory that I, and many other people, do not get enough hugs every day. So i did a search and found this quote: "Research indicates that we need four hugs a day for survival, eight for maintenance, and twelve for growth. If we want to be growing, we need twelve hugs a day."
Jack Canfield, (b. 1944), American Writer
Now seriously, are you getting 12 hugs a day? How about 8? Or even 4!? There was a time when i'd get like 20 hugs a day, but now those days are gone. And i'm not even sure if i always get in 4. And i think something needs to be done about this. I think this could help a lot of people to be in much better moods much more often. I don't know about what to do with other people, but next time you see me do me a favor, sneak up on me and hug me. Don't you think that sounds good? I'd love it, especially because i like to think that the majority of my blog readers are attractive young females who are madly (and secretly) in love with me. I'm madly and secretly in love with you too! If only i knew who you were...But anyway, i know that this is standing in open defiance of my mom's "No touching!" rule but i believe it's necesary. And i don't think that rule is even needed anymore, it was only made because Andrei and I always "accidentally" ended up to close to Maret. But now there's no more Andrei and definitely no more Maret. So there. Next time you see me sneak up on me and hug me, it will surprise me and make me smile. Unless i don't like you. Then i might just punch you, but i'd say if you need 4 hugs just to survive it's a risk well worth taking.

Here is my final and most angry thought. I HATE PLAYBOY!!!! I'm sorry if that seems extreme but i have been sickened by the fact that there is a "Playboy mansion" game for PC, as well as all the Playboy products i saw in the German airport. And i'm not talking just about the porn. Pick up the Playboy mansion game and look on the back. If you didn't know any better you could be fooled into believeing it was an innocent game about a bunny. And walk into the Playboy store that i am very angry to see in Ülemiste mall here in Tallinn. No porn, it's all stuff for girls. Jewelery, shirts, and other clothing and all emblazoned with that cursed bunny. And who made a "Playbody mansion:gold edition" Version of the game? Geeze. I've heard it explained like this, in the way that girls and women and girls (as in young girls) used to look at models and want to be just like them, people now think that girls and women should look to the pornstars. I seriously read this. That pornstars are the models of the 21st century. Only difference is that models are modeling clothes. It sickens me. Playboy is sick. Porn is sick. It's all sick! I say we all boycott any Playboy product. We should already be boycotting any porn, but girls. That same money you use to buy that necklace from the Playboy store will end up going to pump out more porn. Those magazines cost money to make and ship worldwide. Don't support it! And anyway, this is something i've wanted to say for a long time. When i see a girl with the Playboy bunny on her shirt whqt do i automatically think of? What do you think? What's Playboy? Porn. So what do i think of when i see a girl with that demonic bunny on her. Porn, and sex, and that girl naked. Now ladies. Tell me truthfully, is that what you want when a guy looks at you? Or would you rather have him look at you and say "What a nice pretty face she has" or "What georgous hair she has". All i know is that i hate that bunny and would rather not see it plastered all over my beautiful friends. And it especially upsets me when i see 12 year old girls come to the Lastekeskus from school with pins they got in class that have the Playboy bunny on them. Seriosuly, if you want to tell the world "I'm sexy, easy to bed, and a slut" what better way then to wear the logo of a porn company. So i say we all completely destroy Playboy as best we can. It sickens me.

Well that's the last of my thoughts for today. Now i'm tired and want to do something else. SoI'll Cya all later! Bye!

Anneli? A nun? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! (Last camp pic)

I think someone watched the sound of music too much! Here's Anneli pretending to be a nun Which i don't know why i think is so funny, it just is. And that's the last of the camp pics. I hope you enjoyed. Now i gotta go. Cya!

Caroliina is really wierd...

Caroliina has been working in Finland for a while and was in a really wierd mood now she's back. She keeps doing that wierd fish thing, and i thought, hey, if she's gonna look like an idiot i'm gonna take a picture! And so i did.

I pledge alegiance...

I know that i spelled that wrong but whatever. Anneli thought her new American flag night gown was awesome. I thought it was funny. It made Major Tyrrell make a string of "Shall we raise the flag?" type jokes. What a bad, horrible Major we have.

Look at the beautiful flowers....

Wall flowers that is. Every good dance needs beautiful wall flowers. And we had them. No matter how many times i tried to get these tempting beatuties to dance with me i was rejected. So sad. But anyway, from the left here is Evelin, Anelli, Elis, and a new girl named Kristina, who i personally thought was the absolute cutest girl in camp. And if it wasn't for the fact that she only speaks Russian i would have tottally flirted with her the whole camp. But no language barrier can stop me, I still know how to say enough to flirt. And to my great pleasure i found out that she moved to Tallinn a few months ago and might start coming to the corps. YAY! As if i don't already have enough beautiful girls surrounding me, i'd love one more!

Dance Major Tyrrell!

At camp one night we had a dance, which was wicked fun, but kind of annoying because barely any one actually danced. I just jumped around like an idiot (that's what i usually do anyway) and Major Tyrrell and Colleen did some fancy dance stuff that i just couldn't even pretend to do. But all in all it was fun.

Go worship team, GO!!

This is our little Kopli Corps Worship group rockin' out some praise at camp. Notice how happy i am to get to to smash that Chemba! OH YEAH!

The perils of going in the girls room....

What could be the danger of going in the girls room? This! /\ and this \/!! The horror! Anton got ambushed and then they gave him...a make over!! AGHH! NO!! NOT THAT!! It's terrifying! Notice in the background of the picture below just how funny Vesse and the rest of us guys that this was, it was hilarious! Poor Anton...

Anelli!! Who is that attractive fluffy animal?

Here is a cool picture of my friend Anneli with her bear. It's not actually her bear, the bear lives at camp and she always kidnaps it. Or should i say bearnaps it. Anyway, when i took this picture i was actually just outside the door of the girls room, therefore not breaking any rules, aren't i great? I figured out that if i press the picture taking button on my camera like 5 times really fast it will take a ton of non stop pictures, so that's what i did here, and this is my favorite of all her poses with the bear.

Whoa! Hi Evelin!

Here is a cool picture of Evelin trying some kind of ninja sneak attack on me from the top bunk. It didn't work, but at least she looks happy! Check out that funky hair!

Poor Kirill.........

At the beggining of camp my poor buddy Kirill got stripped down, dragged outside and splashed with water. It was quite funny, and i got quite a good picture of it. But don't worry about Kirill, he agreed to this, and he's as crazy as me when it comes to things like this. He loved it!

Camp!! Oh how i love it....

Camp is the best! Here is picture proof that both Anton and I snuck into the girls room. Sorry, i know it's not really allowed but hey, notice we have our arms around each other and not girls. So yeah, i just got back from our camp in Loksa which was done by our Russian speaking friends from Narva. I quite enjoyed it, even if Evelin complains, she's blond! So who cares? Sorry, i'm bad. Because the majority of this camp was in Russian i didn't understand most of it. And therefore i spent a lot of time taking pictures. As in 200+ pictures. But i'm not gonna put on that many. I'll just put on the best. So get ready, for camp pics!

Happy New Year! (What's your New Year's resolution?)*

Happy New Year, I hope you had a good year this last year, and I hope you’ll have an even better one in 2007. I won’t say I’ve had a bad year, but I can’t say I’ve had worse, and I can definitely say I’ve had better. But anyway, during this year I’ve done a lot of thinking, and a lot of fighting. And because I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and fighting I’ve also been doing a lot of smacking myself in the saying “What an idiot!” and when fighting doing a lot of losing. Now neither smacking yourself in the head, nor losing are very fun, but it’s what I’ve been doing. One thing this year that has been driving me especially crazy this year is that I’ve been doing a lot of good things, and God has been doing a lot of good things in my life, and of course when that happens my arch nemesis, smelly Mr. Satan, gets ticked off. And he’s been using his “flaming arrows” to attack me and those i care about. And I’ve just gotta say I’ve had it up to here with it all. And I am, right here and now, as a public declaration, renouncing Satan and declaring all out war on him and all his minions. His favorite thing to do this year has been to screw up my plans, so I have only one option. Exodus 21:24 says “24 eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, 25 burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise.” And normally that’s not a rule I would follow, but Satan’s left me little choice, so vengeance it is. Satan has spent this year screwing up my plans in numerous different ways, from big, to small, to humongous, so I have one course of action I that seems appropriate, I will do whatever I can to get in Satan’s way this year. In 9 days I turn 17 and even though I really enjoyed being 16 I’m glad this year is over. And as a now 17 year old warrior a will fight to the not so bitter end, throwing myself into the fray with no care for self, longing only for holy vengeance against the enemy who alone is responsible for causing me so much pain this year. I will live as an avenger, avenging all the pain I saw this summer, all the pain the people I care about have felt, all the pain I myself have had to feel, and most importantly all the pain it has caused my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. So Satan, I declare holy war against you, a true Jihad, I will send you to the fires of hell, I want you of my life, I want you out of the lives of all humanity. I will destroy you threw any means possible. You have been warned.

And now I want to recruit you all to fight with me. I need prayer warriors. I need front line berserkers. I need all I can get. Every body to arms! Man your battle stations! To hell we march! To free the captives! To avenge the lost! Lock and load my friends, I have a score to settle with you Satan, I will send you down through any means possible. In this last year I have spent far too much time in the shadows, watching, waiting, thinking “oh, this isn’t my time…” but my time is NOW! To arms! Now longer can we sit idly by while Satan attacks us on every side! Let this year be a new year! Let us redouble our efforts! Every year there are more casualities, I will not allow it. Strap on your armor and prepare yourself for the worst. To declare open war on a powerful opponent is to invite pain, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Hell has a lot to pay for, and I’ll give my all to see the lost avenged! So now, my new year’s resolution. In the words of William Booth, founder of the Salvation Army, “Go for souls and go for the worst!” to hell we fly! There is a vengeance to be had and a Lord to be served. Ephesians 6:12-18 “12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. 18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.” To battle we ride, armed to the teeth, go for souls and go for the worst! Let’s do as much damage as we can to Satan and his forces as we can this year. Let 2007 be a year Satan will never forget as a year when he got his faced smashed in by all the Christians of the earth. Let him regret that he ever thought to attack us, make him feel the all the pain that he has caused us in this past year. For our sins will be forgiven, and our pain will be relieved, but Satan is in a place without God, the comfort of the almighty is ours, not his, we have god on our side! Romans 8:31 “8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?” AMEN! IF HE IS FOR US, WHO CAN PREVAIL AGAINST US?! No one, they wouldn’t dare. So hell will pay for many things. Satan has made this battle too personal. And now, he will pay! TO ARMS! We fight for vengeance, we fight for love, we fight for victory! God is for us! We will prevail! CHAAAAARRRRRRGE!!!!!!!



*NB, this post should have appeared on january first 2007, but due to technicla dificulties it has not appeared until today. So please forgive any time mistakes, just pretend it's new years again!