MAJOR MASSIVE EXTREME EXCITEMENT!! Relient K has a new CD!!!!!!!

"OH YEAH!!!" Is what i yelled earlier today as i tore the wrapper off my Breakaway magazine and freaked out over the picture of Relient K on the cover. And if that weren't good enough i opened it up and found out that they have a new CD!!! I'm using a lot of exclamation points in this post!!!!!!!!! Relient K, one of my all time, and oldest, favorite bands, has a new CD! I've been making a mental hit list of things to do in America. You know, eat reeses, drink root beer, throw my mash pataters up against the wall...all that. But now i have a new top to my hit list. I must get Relient K's new CD! I will hunt it down and use my wallet to capture it! MUHAHAHAHA Relient k's new CD and all it's amazing coolness shall be mine! ALL MINE!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! Yes i'm going a little insane but i'm excited! I mean ever since all four of my Relient K CDs oh so long ago i haven't actually physically owned a copy of a Relient K, just the copies that i (thank God) had made. But now will be my chance to rebuild my awesome CD collection! I must have it! I can't wait. I've been listening to the four songs on their site (http://www.relientk.com/) and they sound so cool! Especially "Forgiven". I have a feeling that there's someone i'd like to hear this song....But i don't have the CD yet! It's about two months until the dreaded trip stateside. But now there's a reason for it not to be dreaded. If nothing else gatting the Relient K CD will make this whole annoying trip have a point. I can't wait! I love Relient K. I'm so glad that they have a new CD. They've really been blessing me lately, because now that i'm older and way more mature than i ever wanted to be (which doesn't mean i actually am mature) their deeper songs have gained so much new meaning. And their fun songs are still so much fun! But i'm getting tired, so i must retreat to my chambers and snuggle with my MP3 player, the most beautiful lover ever to grace my bed ( ;-) As if there's been many/any....) Good night!

Spring...When the freaks come out to play!

Sorry but those are the only freaks i had a picture of, so it wil have to do. But these aren't the freaks i'm talking about. I'm talking about the freaks that have been hiding all winter. Have you ever noticed that as beautiful spring comes and starts shedding it's warm light light upon the world the freaks come crawling out from under rocks and sidewalks where they've been hibernating and commence walking around for my viewing enjoyment? Well they do. And i love it. Walking around Tallinn you see all kinds of freaks. Foreign freaks, (Hate them) native freaks, (love them) natives who are feaky for trying to look foreign, (just plain funny) and foreigners who are freaky because they try to look native (You guessed it, that's me! ). I especially love watching all the "gangsters" i see walking around. I feel like it's halloween. I seen like 10 Eminems, a few H.I.M.s and i think i even glimpsed a Darth Vader. What i just want to know is where were all these people all winter? Why is it that now i can walk around enjoying a hilarious diversity while during the winter the only freaks i saw were the ones i'd see in any mirrors i'd pass by? I'm pretty sure some of them were chained to their computers playing violent games to keep out the cold. But i can't figure out where the rest of them were. Anyway, I just felt so overwhelmed by the coolness of getting to walk around and check out freaks that i felt i needed to blog about it. But i don't think i really make much sense. Anyway....

I'm currently uploading Estonia street fighters part three for those of you who enjoyed the first two. Yes i know they suck. Yes i know the camera never stops shaking. I know it's zoomed in to far. I know all of that. But when you're bored and you have a camera in your bag crazy things happen. so once again the link to my account is: http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Kurisuvidz By the way, tell me what you think of my account with the blue background. I think it's much better than that white one. Anyway, now i must go shovel some food into my stomach. Cya!

New YouTube vids!

I am proud to anounce that i have more stupid and/or pointless videos up on YouTube! I was out today with my partners in crime, Anneli and Evelin, and we made some awesome videos! We have Estonia street fighters along with the Estonian substitute for the ball...the soda bottle. All very exciting, and stupid, but in a funny way. But if you're not into Estonian teenagers fighting and killing one another then you can see the two new videos of Peter that i made. Both of them with him being Darth Vader. It's all very exciting. Anyway, i just thought you might like to know about all my new videos. There's too many to put all the links here so just go to my account (http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Kurisuvidz) and you can see all the awesome videos there. But for now i must go. Fare thee well!

This post is to inform you of Chris' tragic shaving accident. You could say he really lost his head! HAHA! GOTCHA! You thought i was dead! Scared ya.

I can't believe you thought i was dead! HAHAHAHAHA! LOSER! Just kidding. Because at the end of my last post i said that i thought it would be my last post because i'd chop off my head shaving. But guess what? I didn't. I'm still very, VERY much alive. Nothing can kill me! I'm invincible! Take that razors of the world! You can't kill me! HAHAHA!!! Anyway, you're probably wondering about that "Get Fuzzy" comic there. Well that comic just about describes me and my life. Inactivity and girl avoidance are wondeful things, but when you can't get that literature and technology are great. I don't really have anything to blog about but i just felt i should let you know i'm still alive after shaving. But now i must go, so i bid thee adieu!

The most recent terifying news from my life!

About an hour ago the the shop that is fixing my shaver closed for they day. They stil haven't called me. I'm terified. Because do you know what this means? I'm going to have to use a razor. AGH!! RAZOR!!! SCARY!!! So as soon as i finish this post i'm gonna get my dad to show me how to use a razor. Now i believe that this may be my last post. Because i am 100% sure that i am going to slice off my head with that razor. And i'll probably chop off my arms and legs too, just for fun. I am so scared of that razor. But this beard is bugging me. I want to shave. But just not with a razor. And a know that so many GIRLS have said to me "Don't worry, we use razors all the time" but let me point something out, YOU DON'T HAVE THE JUGULAR VEIN IN YOUR LEG!!! That's really, really scary. Blood everywhere...Ugh! I don't actually have anything more to say, i just want to prolong this post so that i can avoid shaving for as long as possible. But it is inevitable. I want to be beautiful tommorow. So i have too do it. I just have one thing to motivate me. You know all those commercials where the guy shaves and then all these girls walk up to him and are all like "Oh, your skin is so smooth! Now i wanna kiss you! I love you smooth skinned guy who just shaved!" so that os my goal. Tommorow i'm hoping all these girls will walk up to me and remark on how much they want to kiss me. Well, it was nice, if not unrealistic, thought. But now i can't put it off any longer. I must go. And if i die, know that i love you all dearly. Goob bye!

Standing on the razor's edge....

I feel like there is a quote somewhere in the back of my mind that's something like that, but it's just not coming. But i have a very different meaning then most people would have when talking about standing on the razor's edge. I mean a literal razor. And i'm terrified. Now trust me. This all sounds worse than it really is. What i'm scared is actually as simple, and terrifying as, a razor's edge. Let me explain. A few days ago my electric shaver broke. And i haven't gotten it fixed yet. And so for a while i've just been growing out a nasty beard. But today i brought my shaver to some place to be fixed and they said they'd call me "sometime this week" with info on price and such. But by friday i'd like to be beautiful. Friday is youth night, when the corps is full of beautiful girls. And so i'd like to try to look beautiful too. So i see only a few options left. Either i (A.) pray really hard that they fix may shaver and call me tommorow (Well, i'll do this anyway) or i (B.) go out and bye a new electric shaver (Where will i get the money?) or i will mostly likely be forced to (C.) get my dad to show me how to shave with a razor. AGH!!! A RAZOR!!! I don't like razors!!!! Every time i go to get my hair cut and the lady pulls out the razor and scrapes the side of my neck i go crazy! For all the 30 seconds she's doing it i'm praying "Oh God! KILL ME NOW!! PLEASE DON'T LET HER SLICE MY JUGULAR VEIN! I DON'T WANT TO BLEED TO DEATH NOW!!" And so far i haven't been brutally murdered. But that's because that was a trained professional who will lose her job if she screws up. But me...I'm terrified to pick up a razor and slice open my face. I can picture it now. First i slice off my lips. Then my ears. Then i go for the jugular vein and end it all! It's really scary!! I just know that i'm not gonna have much face left if i start shaving with a razor. I want to die as a hero fighting aliens or something. Not lying on the floor bleeding! Have you ever seen dumb and dumber? You know that part when they get their hair cut? And the barber pulls out the razor? And as he's got it on Jim Carry's neck Jim Carry puts his hand up to his neck and starts freaking out as what looks like blood pours through his fingers and the barber faints and then Jim Carry shows that it's ketchup packs? Remember that? That's disgusting! And that's what's gonna happen to me! Only i'm gonna be shaving really fast or something and then i'm going to slip and chop off my whole head and it will roll out of the bathroom and...UGH!! DISGUSTING!!! I am terrified to shave with a razor. But i might just have to. Scary. Anyway, now that i was able to blog that i'm going to get back to praying that God miraculously heals my shaver and that the repair shop won't charge me for it! Cya!

March 19th...Hmmm...

Today...Is a day. For me this day has special meaning. For others most likely not. This day has a special meaning in the worst kind of way. It's the anniversary of pure and utter evil. Evil that pains me still and is not likely to stop paining me for quite some time still. If it will ever stop. Today i had been planning to write a big long angry post, quoting Panic! At the disco songs in an angry manner, but i've done that too much already. And i really shoudln't use my blog for personal vendetta. And i thought about it and i decided that i will not write this angry post. Instead i will enjoy the day. I will not stew in anger. I will enjoy what little sun we had today. And so that's what i've done. And it has been quite a nice day. But fighting memories is tiring work. The hardest battles are the ones where you are your worst enemy. But i have survived so far and i will keep on surviving. And so now i must go. There is one more pointless, empty, meaningless post to fill the silent void. I hope you enjoyed it. But now, my bed calls, with all it's warmth and comfort. Good night.

It's raining chicks! Hallelujah!

It's hard being so good looking...I have a few great things i need to blog about just because i love to blog. First off i have had an absolutely great day, as i'm sure you can tell from the pic. As the more observant of you may have noticed that is Evelin, and she is blond. So as soon as i get around to blogging about the rest of my england trip you'll find out why her hair was on my clothes. But you won't have to wait until my next post to find out why she's in a picture with me. Because that's part of what i'm blogging about. I have two things that i want to thank God for, rain and chicks. Or i guess i should say girls. Or when i was just in Britain i was told to say "birds" but that's just wierd. But whatever. Anyway, last night was great. Nothing special was supposed to happen last night, and to most people nothing special did happen last night. But to me, what happened last night was very special. Last night it rained. Not chicks, men, or cats and dogs. It just rained. And it was beautiful. I woke up around midnight. Not for any reson really, i just sort of did. I had actually been having a bad night so far because i had broken my headphones ("AGAIN!?!?!") but when i woke up i heard the strangest noise. A noise i hadn't heard in a long time. I heard...rain! I looked out my window and saw beatiful shiny doplets falling to the ground and bursting in explosions of joy. It was wondeful. I heard a beautiful symphony of music, created by little drops of water smashing themselves to the ground. So i did something crazy that i don't normally do this time of year, i opened my window. The cold air was refreshing and the sound of the rain was beautiful. So i did something else crazy. I pulled out my MP3 player and set it to record, hoping to record the beautiful rainfall. But all i got was 10 minutes of silence. It was beautiful. I love rain. And now spring is finally fighting it's way into Estonia. Dispelling the evil depression of winter and bringing new joy back into my life. I can't believe how much i've missed rain.

Anyway, rain isn't the only thing bringing joy into my life, the other thing is girls! Girls always bring joy to my life. And today especially. Today i spent most of the day hanging out with three beautiful girls. Well i guess i should say two because one gets angry when i say she's beautiful.(Which i never understand because if someone would tell me i'm beautiful i'd be quite happy.) So anyway, i spent this afternoon wandering around aimlessly with Anneli, Evelin and Elis taking pictures, making jokes, and doing crazy Tai-Kung-Fu-Jitsu*! It was wicked fun. We went to Viru Keskus and mocked F.I.B.I.T. (Fashion Is Back In Tallinn) because if you say F.I.B.I.T. over and over again you sound like a demented frog. And the girls also speculate that fashion was never in Tallinn before so how could it be back? And they don't think fashion is here this time either. I think fashion must be here because my definition of fashion is whatever makes me laugh, either because it looks so stupid or just because it's so wierd! Anyway, after that we ran around old town taking crazy pictures of each other (like the one of Evelin and I at the beggining of this post and the picture of Anneli and Elis on the left) which was wicked fun. All in all a very good day.

But as i was running around with three beauties yesterday something i had realized last night while listening to rain sort of came full circle and really made total sense. I realized this. I don't need a girlfriend! I've been single for a good while now and about half that good while i've hated it. But i realized something. In winter having a girlfriend is logical because girls are so warm. So when your hands are cold you have someone to hold hands with. And when your heart feels frozen by the evil of little sunlight and lots of snow you have someone to thaw it out for you. But spring is coming! I've surivived a winter being single by blowing on my hands and hugging my little brother, but now that the weather is getting warm i don't need a girlfriend to keep me warm, the sun will do that. And plus as yesterday pointed out so very well i already have all the female companionship i could want. So i will stick with a great summer with three girls-as-friends and leave out girlfriends with all their diabolical plans. Anyway, that's just one more pointless post. This is Chris signing off!

*Tai-Kung-Fu-Jitsu is my own unique fighting style that i created. The main thing you do is scream and swing your arms around in an attempt to scare off your oppenent. And if that doesn't work you run away really, really fast.

10 Lessons on manhood from Joseph!

As i mentioned quite a while (before getting very, VERY sidetracked) i am trying to read the whole bible through before my 18th birthday. So far i am doing horrible. I am a firm believer in Yoda's "Try not, do or do not, there is no try." and i am very tempted to simply "do not". But then i will never become a Jedi knight. And that would be sad. Not really. But i do feel this needs to be one of those things i do rather than do not. So i have been trying. And just recently i was reading about Joseph. As in the dude with the shiny coat. Or at least it was shiny until his brothers got ticked off and...well, read the story your self (Genesis 37-50). So anyway, I have some lessons on manhood that i have learned from Joseph that i wanted to share with you all. Because i think it's cool. And also Joseph defies the accepted norm, which i think is awesome. So anyway, the things i have learned from Joseph about how to be a real man. 1. Real men ask for directions. In 37:15-17 when Joseph is wandering looking for his brothers he asked some random man "Have you seen them?" Therefore, REAL men ask for directions. 2. Real men are trustworthy, 3. responsible and 4. have good organizational skills. You will notice that in Potiphar's house (39:1-18) Joseph quickly rose to be "entrusted with all his business dealings" meaning that Potiphar must have really trusted him, because i don't know about any of you, but if i had some foreign slave working in my house i would i wouldn't trust him with any of my business dealings! So Joseph was trustworthy. And then in verse 6 Potiphar likes Joseph so much that he gives him "Complete administrative responsibility" meaning that he was responsible and must have had great organizational skills. I mean this was the house of the captain of the palace guard. This guy wasn't someone with a small house, this was a big rich guy.

5. Real men stand firm in the face of strong temptation, 6. wise and 7. real men run away. This is one of the most famous lessons from Joseph's life but every time i read it i like it all over again. Potiphar wasn't the only one who noticed how great Joseph was. Potiphar's wife decided she liked Joseph. And not just in a friendly way. She LIKED him. So she said "hey Joseph, come sleep with me". Now this probably wasn't some old hag who wanted to sleep with him. As the captain of the palace guard Potiphar could have his pick of Egyptian women, and i'm sure he didn't pick his wife for her personality and faithfulness. So this hot, rich, and powerful woman was throwing herself at his feet asking him to sleep with her and what does Joseph say? "NO!" But she really, REALLY likes him. So she keeps pressuring him. And pressuring him. And pressuring him. But he always refused her. He was the boss of the house. He could cover everything and no one would ever know. But he refused. He stood strong in the face of enormous temptation. And he was even wise enough to take measures to protect himself by avoiding her as much as possible. But then one day they were alone together and she grabbed him and demanded of him "SLEEP WITH ME!!" from his point of view at this time there were probably very few reasons to say no right then. They were alone. He was the boss of the house. Nothing to stop him. But he stood strong, and he was wise enough to know that this was too much for him, so he took off and ran out of the house. Wow. That just goes to prove real men are strong, wise, and do run away.

8. Real men make the best of things. After that nasty run in with Potiphar's wife Potiphar was understandably quite angry and threw Joseph in jail. I'm surprised he didn't kill him, as the captain of the guard i'm sure he had the power. But despite being in jail Joseph still made the best of things. He ended in charge of the prison this time (39:19-23). If i were in jail i seriously doubt i would be willing to cooperate with my jailer so much. 9. Real men are observant and 10. helpful. It almost goes without saying that in almost all the previous situations Joseph was pretty helpful. But now, in 40:6-7 he is both observant and helpful. He notices two of the other people in jail seem a bit down (now i would think "Hey, they're in jail, of course they're a little depressed!") so he asked them why they were feeling so down. And so they told him they had both had dreams and didn't have anyone to tell them what they mean. So Joseph says "God can tell you what they mean! Tell me about your dreams." and so he helps them out. Well he helps one out, but the other just finds out he's about to get his head stuck on a pole. So anyway, that's ten lessons from Joseph on what it means to be a true man. Real men:
1. Ask for directions
2. Are trustworthy
3. Are responsible
4. Have good organizational skills
5. Stand firm in the face of temptation
6. Are wise
7. Run away
8. Make the best of things
9. are observant
10. are helpful
And i still have 10 more chapters of Josephs life i could go through but if i do that i'll be here all night. So i might add more later. For example 11. real men cry when they're hurt. Yeah, but that will come later. But until then, Cya!

I just got back from...England?

England? What was i doing there? There was no mention of this on my blog! Oops! Once again i prove how bad i am at blogging. I forgot to tell you that for the last few months most of the youth from my corps have been practicing dances and dramas and songs and all sorts of beautiful stuff for a working vacation to England. It was beautiful. We all left on thursday and just got back yesterday (Monday). And of course i came back with long beautiful blond hairs all over my clothes. Which may lead some of you speculate that i enjoyed this trip a little too much. But you'll find out why i came back covered in beautiful long blond hairs if you read until the end of this post. So anyway, get ready for the story of my trip to england! We landed at Stansted airport at 12:40, England time, and after taking forever to get through customs (Me and my dad take forever as Americans, proving that i should hurry up and marry an Estonian) We got out and rented a mini bus and hit the road. This mini-bus was great, 16 seats and all the room we could ever wish for. There were 11 of us so we had quite a bit of space to spread out. And on the way back to the airport on sunday we had so much room that i was able to stretch out and get some sleep done. Well, about 10 minutes anyway. Next we went to Tesco and bought some candy (CANDY!!) and then next on the schedule was "Travel to Croyden citadel corps. Sightseeing on the way." Now normally this would be fun. Sightseeing, traveling, getting lost...Wait! Getting lost isn't fun! And it wasn't on the schedule either! So thanks to Major Tyrrell's wonderful driving we got lost for about an hour. I gave a wonderful sightseeing tour from the back seat. "Now if you will kindly look to the right you will see a pillar that we are passing for the third time in the last 10 minutes..." Then when we finally did make it to the Croyden corps we sat dowen for a wonderful dinner and just by chance i ended up sitting with the women i was billeting with that night. Which was quite nice. So after some powerpoint presentations, and after we sang several songs, which all met with great success from the people at Croyden we got to go home and go to bed. Which was just what i needed.


It was especially cool because my billet partner was Eero, because he's my cool, quick witted, Estonian buddy. And he let me speak to him all in Estonian, which was quite nice because it meant we had a wonderful little code language to speak so that no Brits could understand. Not that we said anything offensive of course...Anyway, after a nice nights sleep we had an adventure with the shower. Quite an exciting adventure really. We woke up and both decided we wanted to smell very nice that day and so i went and tentatively approached the shower. I didn't know how to make it work. There was a strange scary looking white box, covered in buttons and knobs, which was the apparent control center of the hygiene facility. Now becuase i have a horrid fear of pressing a button and blowing up a house (wouldn't that be awesome!?) I decided that rather than start pressing buttons i should just ask if Eero knew how to work it. He didn't, so one of our billet people walked out of their room to see two 17 year old guys standing together in the bathroom, staring at a white box on the wall, making confused gestures and speaking quite annoyedly in Estonian. Now of course he thought this was quite funny so came and told me and Eero to just press the biggest button (DUH!) so Eero went back to the room and i grabbed my towel and pressed the button, and rather like a monkey with a new toy i found great joy in the working of this mysterious way of turning on a shower. Now the only problem was that a few minutes later i was feeling very clean and happy but the stupid button wouldn't work. I pressed it. Water kept coming. I pressed it again. Water kept coming. I saw no off switch and considered smashing the demonic box to see if the would shut off the water but remembered that Eero still needed a shower, so i just left the water running and ran into our room and told Eero to hurry and get in the shower because i didn't know how to turn off the water. So a few minutes later as i was wrestling with my tie Eero walked in with water dripping off his hair and informed me that he couldn't make the shower turn off either, so again like two monkeys we went back in and tried to make it turn off, and no matter how many times we pressed the button we couldn't make that thing turn off! So we ran to our host and he came and he turned it off for us. He found the entire situation quite comical, and we did too.







We all had a good laugh, then went downstairs and ate a yummy breakfast of bacon and eggs with the biggest bread Eero and I had ever seen! The butter was delicious too. I loved it. So we then drove back to Croyden (15 minutes late!) jumped into the mini-van (Major Tyrrell called it our Estonian Tank) and took off into London, to go see the international training college. Where british Salvationists go to get transformed into officers. It was quite a fun tour. And we went up to the highest tower, which was quite a scary experience, despite the wire mesh protecting us from falling to our deaths. And Anneli, Evelin and I came down before everyone else. Not because we were wimps of course, we were just bored! Right? Anyway, we quite enjoyed the tour, even though it wasn't that exciting ("This is a building...uh, were we have classes...umm...") we did get to do one interesting thing. WE got to go to the principle's office, which was quite fun because he wasn't there, so i got to sit in his chair, because as we all know that someday i will have some high scary rank. Hopefully not training principle, but you never know...


Then we were supposed to go to Booth house (some big ARC ["Adult Rehabilitation Center"]) but instead Major Tyrrell got a call from Commisioner Clifton, Wife of General Clifton, saying that she wanted us to be at IHQ (International Headquarters of the Salvation Army) in 20 minutes to sing. Now this wasn't part of the plan. We didn't know this was going to happen. But when Mrs. General says something...It's considered very polite to do it! So we jumped on the train and made it to IHQ just in time and got to be there for their International Women's Day of Prayer meeting, which was quite interesting, with a focus on paraguay. Then after a bunch of fun singing songs and all that our group got to get up to sing. In front of all the international leaders of the Salvation Army! It was quite scary. We did two songs, "O Happy Day" which is our least favorite song, and "I Woke Up This Morning" which was made especially interesting by the fact that Major Tyrrell decided, without telling us of course, that he wanted to change it. So we gave it a grand finale that it had never had before, which sounded quite good despite the fact that we hadn't practiced it and didn't know it was coming. It was all quite fun. I especially liked having the Francises coming up to me and saying "I remember when you were in diapers!" which i get far too often when i'm taveling around and visiting Salvation Army places. Anyway, that was fun.





Next we went on a tour of IHQ, which once again was interesting, but not quite riveting ("This is an office...uh, people work here") and then we went out to Booth and went to the Blind Beggar pub and other such famous Salvation Army sites including William Booth's grave, pictured on the left. We had a really cool tour guide too, he was old enough that he knew someone who knew someone who knew General Booth, which of course made him a very good tour guide for no reason what so ever. But i liked him. Old Salvationists are rather cool. After that and some on the run McDonald's eaten as we walked, you can see it in Siiri's hand in the picture below. You may also notice that in Major Tyrrells hand is an empty pack of cigarretes, that's not because he's a horribly addicted chain smoker, but because Siiri had been sitting on a trash bag if front of the dumpster and looking rather homeless so he decided to join the charade and pick up a cigarette pack. Quite funny really. My dad got a great picture of Major Tyrrell standing in front of a stall full of some quite interesting women's underwear, we all got some good and rather incriminating shot of him doing something or other he wasn't really doing. That was quite fun.


So after our whirlwind of old london we headed to Staines corps, hoping to make it in time to participate in their youth night and meet some beautiful British chicks. But we weren't able to because of course Major Tyrrell got lost. But we did get to have tea at the Staines corps, and because they put out trays of chocolate bars we all did the logical thing when traveling, we stuffed our pockets! So i still have British chocolate left ever. But we did eat most of it to keep us from fainting while traveling. Then we got to meet our billet people and then go home and go to sleep. I quite liked my billet family, they were an old Army family with a gourgeous grandaughter. More about her later though. And no, she had didn't have blond hair, and therefore wasn't the mysterious blond who covered my clothes with hair.

But I'm gonna take a break for now because this post is getting far too long. And because i said by reading to the end of this post you'd find out who covered my clothes in beautiful long blond hairs i will tell you. It was Evelin. But because i want there to be some suspense to make you read my next post about England i will not tell you how her hair got all over my clothes. And i'm sure you are horribly interested in why an 18 year old girl's hair was all over me. You want to know. Trust me. Or don't . Your choice. But for now i'm going to take a break and blog about something else because i'm tired of this. So i'll Cya in my next post!