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!

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!

~

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!