Well, it’s been a while since I blogged I think. When my I’m so sleep deprived my memories get hazy. But at least I still remember how to blog. It’s like riding a bike, though you can forget, if you did than would do whatever it might take to get that wonderful feeling of wonderful freedom back. But anyway, I haven’t forgotten, so I have no excuse for not blogging. I’m just lazy. So now I’m fighting off my laziness long enough to write you this post. I have so much to write about. From my disappointment at NightWishe’s newest musical offerings (I miss you Tarja!) to my fear of the future that I can’t escape, because no matter what I choose to do with my life, whether it’s Salvation Army Officer or Super Secret Agent Assassin from Mars, That’s still going t be in the future. Unless I become the inventor of the world’s first time machine that is available for the general public and not just for things like assassinating JFK. So rather than blog about all the many interesting things I’ll just blog about coming home to Estonia. That’s right all you self-absorbed American punks who don’t believe I could “abandon” my “native” country. Estonia and home are synonymous for me. One and the same. When we landed and I looked out the window at the beautiful light powdering of snow covering everything in a very nice Christmas card style I was overcome with joy. When Andrus and Toivo met us at the airport I was so happy to be with these slightly quirky people who I love so much. And walking through Old Town, going to the corps, going to the library and watching The Mummy Returns with Anneli and Evelin…I love this place! I don’t know how I’ll ever leave. I guess all good things come to an end.
But anyway, I’m having lots of trouble blogging, not because I don’t have anything to blog about. Quite the opposite. I’ve got subject overload. So rather than the think I will do what I do when I want to produce maximum writing for minimal thought. Sit back, get comfortable, put on Bomfunk MC’s “Freestyler” and just lose myself in everything. Because of course it is only when I’m lost that I can truly find myself. So now I’m good and lost in the mystery of “what the heck do his lyrics mean? Celine Dion? What!?” as he rocks the, rocks the microphone (sorry, you have to be familiar with the song to get the joke) and am ready to get started. Okay, here’s something. I’m currently in the middle of a hugely important and monumentally significant project. I’m uploading last year’s HollyWood Night videos! I’ve already got up the tryouts of Naruto Uzumaki, Tanel Padar, and Avril Lavigne. All of which are played by either me or Anneli and are all hilarious. I’m sorry but they’re in Estonian. I provided translation though, just look in the video description. But don’t worry even without translation they’re still funny. Though I’m expecting negative comments from fans of those we mock. But I’m used to that now. And we all know what they’re trying to compensate for when they insult us on YouTube anyway*…
Anyway, Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat. I like eating turkey but I’ll never eat a cat! I need to nickname some girl “goose” and then when I say “the goose is getting fat” I can laugh inwardly at how funny my little joke is. Hilarious. But since Christmas is coming I need to get ready. I’m trying to decide on my Christmas present to all you, my readers! I think I’ll probably stick a video into one of my posts. But what video? It has to be funny…and un-offensive. Which is quite a hard combo it seems. But I’ll see what I can do. It really stinks that I’ve got such horrid writer’s block. I think maybe a good night’s sleep might fix me right up, but I doubt I’ll be sleeping well tonight, if it’s anything like last night. Last night was torture, wanting to sleep, but not. Just lying in bed feeling tortured. Torture, torture, torture. Anyway, I think I’m done now, I just want to say that this post is brought to you by the combined efforts of my mother, C.S. Lewis and Madeline L’Engle along with The Writer’s Almanac downloaded from www.npr.org. Happy Birthday Clive and Madeline! You are both such wonderful inspirations! And now, good night! (I hope…)
*This statement is proof that I’m far too obsessed with Yugioh Abridged. I’m talking about Seto Kaiba in Episode 24…
1 comment:
Please don't be offended by Chris saying "self-absorbed"! He means ethnocentric or something like that.
It's funny to (try to!) read this and imagine just how jet-lagged Chris was when he wrote it!
Evelyn
a.k.a. Mama
a.k.a. the Goose who is getting fat
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