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)