So here i am again...

Well hello there. It's currently 12:14 at night where i am, and because of horrible jet lag i'm not even the slightest bit tired. It's quite annoying. Anyway, today i was thinking about something wonderful. Something deep, meaningful, and exciting. Not really. Today i was thinking about music. Now of course music can be all those things, but i wasn't think of music in any deep special way. I was just enjoying listening to it. In America i recorded more than 5 hours of radio, because as i've said several times before, listening to cool radio is one of the things i miss most about America. Even more than Reeses and Root Beer actually. When i'm in Maine i love listening to WCYY 24/7, it makes me happy. And because i can record radio with my MP3 player i have gotten myself a rather nice collection of new music. Well, new to me. Mostly. And i've really enjoyed listening to it(Am i getting redundant?). But i've been thinking lately about how wonderful and useful music is. And how much i actually use it for more than just listening too. Here are some of music's many wonderful uses that i have used. I have used music to make a point countless times, more often than not this was a point only i could see, but a point nevertheless. If you've been reading my blog long enough to remember times when i've been depressed then you know that i've often posted songs. I've been doing since i started my blog. Anyway, that's one great use for music.

Another thing music is good for that i use it for everyday is psyching yourself up for something. Like just a minute ago i had to use my disgusting prescription mouthwash junk that tastes like...well, nasty stuff. And what did i do? I put on my headphones, got myself ready...and did it. Without music i could still do it. But not with the same feeling of heroic suffering. Without music it would just be...SUFFERING!!! Anyway, i think i had another use for music that i, uh, forgot. Oh wait! I think i got it...it's uh...well, i'm not sure how to word this, but like, changing your emotions. When i'm feeling really junky, and then put on Wierd Al, well, i probaly still feel junky. But at least i was able to squeeze out a laugh. So yeah, i love music. And music has many uses. It used to be a well kept secret that i like singing, but now that i sing (or grunt and groan) with the praise band it's not really a secret anymore. So someday i'll find a beautiful girl and we'll do a bunch of duets, Peter, Bjorn and John's "Young Folks", Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life" and other such great songs. Ahh, the number of times i've said someday. I guess i should listen to some music to make me feel better. Anyway, i've just been struck with a lightning bolt of inspiration that is only very loosely connected to this post. And now, a message from my sponser...and savior...

Life without music...









Empty.......









Life without God....

Non-Existent....



























Anyway, must be off now. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight so....bla. Cya next time i get hit with a lightning bolt of blogging inspiration!

Back in Estonia!

Anyway, it's been almost a week since i last wrote, i've been getting used to being back in Estonia and stuff. And it's been cool, i've had people complimenting me non-stop on my beautiful Estonian (but they did that even before i left so i'm used to it) and i've been pleased to realize that i didn't lose any of my fluency in the 3 weeks saturated in English. But just because i have wonderful Estonian skills doesn't mean that i don't like having things translated for me every now and then. Last Sunday (my first sunday back) was the farewell for our Regional commanders, the Tyrrells. It was quite exciting, we had like twice as many people as normally come. I'm not 100 percent sure why we had so many more than usual, it was probably because of either one of two reasons. 1 They were so loved that people wanted to make sure they had a nice goodbye, or 2 People wanted them to leave so bad that they felt they all had to come to make sure they really left. I'm not quite sure which it was, but whichever one it was, we had a bunch of people. And becuase we had a bunch of people, we had more language groups than usual present. We normally have roughly 2 and a half. 2 and a half you? How is this possible? Well we usually have English, Estonian and Russian, but most of the people understand enough English or Estonian that they don't need to have translation. Therefore, 2 and a half. But that day we had Russian speakers from Narva, making it necessary for us to have the meeting in 3 languages. Now that times when we've done this before it's taken forever, and been wicked annoying, because we have to say everything in three languages. "Hello!" "Tere!" "Priviet!" So this time the people from Finland let us borrow their snazzy translation equipment. hook one end into the translators brain...Oh wait, that hasn't been invented yet. You have two translators, one each for English and Russian, give them each microphones, have them sit on the balcony in back and talk queitly and have it transmitted to tiny headphone sets al over the room, which just so happen to be connect to the ears of the people needed translation. As i said earlier. Snazzy! So i sat back and listened to my buddy Tanel doing the English translation straight into my headphones and slowly started going crazy. He didn't do half bad, but i still i always feel i need to correct incorrect English (making myself a big hypocrite) and also there is one thing that in my years of working with translator's i've learned. If you're going to have a little voice in your ear translating, a female voice is always so much better. Maybe it's just cause i'm a guy, but back before Anneli figured out i didn't need her to translate for me i used to love having beautiful girls leaning over, whispering into my ear, translating for me. It's every guy's dream! But enough if no girl is physically next to you translating, a female voice just feels so much better on the ears. So when i got sick of listening to the English translation i'd switch over to my beautiful friend Masha on the Russia translation and just listen to a softer voice for a minute before putting my brain back to work slogging through translated english. Anyway, i don't know why i wrote all that, i just wanted to say that female voices are always nicer on translation. That's it really...

Anyway, speaking of Anneli, i was a little aprehensive coming back to Estonia, becuase i didn't exactly leave all my friends on the best terms. But now i'm back and i realize i had unerestimate the sterngh of friendship. Don't you love it when you do that? You're all like "Everyone hates me, i'm gonna be dodging bullets at every turn...AGH!" and then you realize no one hates you. And you're all still friends, and everythings dreamy and perfect. Well life may not be dreamy and perfect, but it's summer and everyone's happy and friendly (for the most part) and life's good. I forgot what good beautiful friends i have here in Estonia. And now i'm happy to be back. One thing that's kind of nice though is that very few of my friends read my blog (as far as i know) so i can say things like this and not worry about them jumping out quoting bits of this back at me. I mean i'd hate if someone jumped and started going "everything's dreamy and perfect!! YAY!!!!" that would be so irritating...Anyway, i'm lucky to have friends like this, nuff said.

Anyway, that's basicly it. I think i'm done for now. I must get back to my normal work of lying around doing nothing. Cya all later!

Emptying out my phone once again!

I know you love it when i do this, so i will! I've been on the road for 3 weeks or so and when ever i had something i wanted to blog about or remember i wrote it in my phone. So now, as i wait for collegeboard.com to send my password or username (I kind of forgot both...) so i can get my SAT scores, i will tell you about all the things written in my phone. All the ones worth writing about anyway. One thing i love to do is change the lyrics to songs. That's one of the many reasons why Weird Al Yankovic is one of my Heros. So anyway, because i was going through germany both on the way to and back from America i had put a few German songs on my MP3 play. One of them was Rammstein's "Amerika", which seemed most appropriate. So anyway, as i got on a plane to leave America i made myself laugh by singing "We're all leaving Amerika, it's wunderbar..." parting my be such sweet sorrow, but so is returning. Oh, and by the way, i'm back in Estonia now in case you were wondering. I'm glad to be back. I mean i'm still a little sad, but there's not much good i can do by being depressed, and though i'm being dropped back into the drama i escaped 3 weeks ago, at least it's a familiar drama. One thing i noticed when i was traveling was this...so many beautiful girls live on Earth!! It's always such a surprise. Maybe it's that only the beautiful travel, but it seems as i travel that's all i see. When we stayed over night in Germany our hotel was full of Asians for some reason and i reveled in the beauty that surrounded me, so foreign, yet so familiar. As i said earlier on my blog, on this trip i had my faith in the feminine half of humanity by meeting some girls beautiful who were beautiful in mind, body and spirit. And i thank God i did meet some girls like that because even now that i'm back i find myself constantly dissapointed by the girls in my life, and i've finally figured out the reason why. I have a bad habit of thinking too much of the girls in my life. I think of them as women, when in reality they are, as i have said, girls. So if i just stick that in my head for a few years until they actually are women maybe i'll be a little happier.

Anyway i have something absolutely shocking to say about Germany. I've heard a lot of bad things about the Germans, but i have never heard about this before. When i was in Germany people would not stop talking about sex! Maybe it had to do with the ever inigmatic condoms in the bathrooms (if you've been reading my blog for a long time you know what i mean) but over the PA it kept talking about sex! They'd say "Flight 10360646 is about to take off" and then a second later i'd hear "eins, null, drei, sechs, null, sechs, vier, sechs" sechs? what sex? what are you talking about sechs/sex for! That's disgusting! And they wouldn't shut up. They'd just come back with flight number "bla, bla, bla, sex, bla, sex, bla, bla, sex, sex, bla" geeze, those Germans are seriously sex obsessed....;-) (i'm hoping all of you got the joke in there, if you didn't listen to the recording here http://german.about.com/library/anfang/blanfang07.htm)

Anyway, in America we went to this big, huge Salvation army congress (9000 some people=big, huge congress!) and while the big people where at the congress meetings the little people were at the "kidz kongress" which i only got to go to once (which was at Hershey park so it was pretty good!) and one time someone came up to me and said "hey Chris, did you notice they spelled congress with a "K", how stupid!" and i said "But they also spelled kids with a "Z", isn't that stupid?" they answer? "No, that's cool." but now i need to ask, wats so kewl about zpelling thangs w-rong? I don't get it. i mean of course i never do it. Because i don't know why it's kewl. Anyway, i don't if any of you know this, but as of more than a year ago i have a Russian uncle! (I bet he never thought he'd be a monkey's uncle, but here i am!) And so this time in America was my first time really meeting him. Now coming from the tension charged Estonian enviroment of being very anti-Russian i was a little nervous about having a Russian uncle, but it turns out my worries were unfounded, because he's not an evil communist dictator. Well not as far as i could see anyway. And one of the fun things about having a Russian uncle in America is that he's so funny! My aunt put it like this "Chris, I'm married to Borat!" Now i haven't seen Borat, but i get what she meant. He was always cracking us up just by being himself. And i mean cracking us up in a good way. And i don't mean he was stupid either. Just different. But he did have an accent that made us laugh at times. He was hilarious. But just recently i realized something. The way us Americans look at him, is exactly the way Estonians look at me! I'm the American Borat. "Jou krae, purk on lahe! Ma olen siga lahe mees!" and all that! But i'm not at all offended by the idea, i love it! It just gives me that much more ability to make people laugh. So anyway, that was good revelation that gave me a big smile.

Anyway, my dad is bugging me to move my butt, so i just have one thing to blog about. I LOVE GAMESTOP! I am a extremely faithful and patriotic GameStop fan. I haven't bought video games anywhere else in years. And my favorite GameStop on earth is in Maine, which is good because it's where i usually visit so i can usual get some good priced games. So anyway, this trip i had one goal, cheap, mindless, button mashing games. and i got them, three Yu-Gi-Oh! games and a Wario Ware Inc. game later i decided that though the mindless button mashers are great for traveling i might want to get something good for my brain too. So when i was in New York traveling back from congress (or kongress) i stopped in one of the few GameStops in earth that still sells N65 games, but not N64s (logic?) and therefore is always worth stopping in just for the nostalgia. While i was there i saw they had MegaMan Zero 3 and since i was such a fan of the first two i bought it for 10 bucks and flirted with the girl behind the counter and chatted a bit about Halo (i could almost see a romantic/nerd relationship sprouting before i left.) and because she loved me so much she even recomend a competitor's game shop that i should go to to get an N64 since they don't sell them. Then back up in Maine the day before i left i had a mission. Even before i had my friend and ultimate game advisor Matt commenting that i should get Castlevania i was already on my way to get it. I said to myself "I have a little money left, i want either of the Golden Sun games, or any Castlevania, and Fable or Halo 2 for X-box, whatever i can afford" so i went into my favorite GameStop on earth and went up to see my friend Jamie (You know you spend too much time in video game stores when you know the cashiers name and they know your face, that gave me Acts of Gord flash backs...) and gave him the list. He jokingly informed me the cheapest was 500 dollars and would only go up from there, but i was persistent so i got to see the games. Golden Sun was 8 bucks, lowest price, but as part of the game days they had going on i could get two castlevania games for 15 bucks, a better deal, so me and Jamie went to look and saw there were none of this two game pack in stock, so too show his dedication to the cause of fulfilling my gaming needs he called two other GameStops! He had told me (joking again) that the calls would take 500 hours, but i was will to wait. And it didn't take that long at all. But since they didn't have it in any of the stores i left down 8 dollars, up 1 Golden Sun game. But that just shows the dedication and love of GameStop workers. Calling other shops. Recomending competitors. Helping me find the 2 for 15 dollars deal rather than letting me pay 18 dollars for the one. And happily say as i told them i wanted cheapo games "If you want to spend more money, that's your business, if you went to spend less money, that our business" which i believe they stole from another company's add. I love GameStop. Their good prices and good employees have bought my loyalty forever, or at least until i find even better prices. So now i must say "THANK YOU GAMESTOP!!!" And now i really must go. My dad needs the computer, and i need to rest, my fingers are tired! Cya!

I've found out what i want to be in life!!

I've told you before that i want to be a ninja. I've told you before that i want to fly off into space to fight the Covenent. But now i've found my true vocation in life. My true calling. What i was really meant to do! I will be a vampire hunter!! I watched Van Helsing the other day with my uncle and i absolutely loved it! And so now i will be a vampire hunter. It'll be great, lots of travel, meeting lots of great people, especially the gorgeous damsels in distress that always seem to be hanging around vampires. So, just like Van Helsing i will work as a servent of the church, hunting down and driving grade A Angus beef steaks through their hearts!!! I mean what job could be better?! The only job where i could spend more time around steaks would be as a chef, and if i was a chef i wouldn't get to kill anything. So now you know, i am now an official vampire hunter. So if you see any vampires, who you gonna call? Vampire busters! (1-800-kill-vampires-with-steaks)







anyway, There's something else i want to tell you about too. Somthing funny, something mind bogglingly hilarious! The other day i was wearing my "Revolution" T-shirt that has a picture of Jesus on it from the front cover of Captain Stephen Court's book "Revolution" (You know what i mean right? The clever thing where they turn around the evol to make love? So clever...) and i went to see some of my cousins. And when i saw my cousin Taylor she looked down at my shirt, saw the picture of Jesus and said "OH MY GOD!! IS THAT BOB MARLEY?!?!" i sighed deeply and sadly, looked her straight in the face and said "No Taylor...That's Jesus..." Isn't that interesting? That's pop culture for you. "We're more popular than Jesus..." it reminds me of this funny story i keep hearing. These two girls are in a shop looking at cross necklaces to buy. Not, of course, because they are Christians, but because they want some cool "bling". So they're looking at the crosses and one of them picks one of and says "Oooh, this one has a little man on it!" that's so sad...But seriously, let's look at the pictures, they're not even that similiar! Here they are side by side. In case you can't tell, that's Jesus on the left and Bob Marley on

the right...Or maybe it's the other way around...no, i won't even joke about that. You'd have to be an idiot to think that. Thank God my cousin doesn't read this...

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Anyway, that's it for now, i must be off now. I believe Bob Marley's undead vampire corpse has quit sucking ganja and started sucking blood, so i better go get some steaks! Cya!

AGH!! Sharingan! Among other things, so keep reading.

I'm sure you are wondering what on earth that terrifying eye is that i have a picture of there. That is Sharingan (Magekyou Sharingan to be precise) And in the anime "Naruto" not only does haveing a Sharingan eye give you all sorts of cool powers it also makes you pretty darn good looking. Now then, if it both gives you cool powers and makes you the ladies favorite you would think it's pretty desirable right? WRONG!! Because i have recently aquired my own Sharingan. It was gift from my sister. No i don't have cool powers. I'm sick and my eyes are all red and disgusting and they feel like that picture looks. Disgusting. First only my right eye was sick but of course now it's spread to my left eye too, and so i'm up at 6:30 A.M. because it's bugging me soo much. But anyway, i promised i would blog about something more worthwhile so here you go. You see that picture there on the right? What's that? Relient K's new CD? What's that? You want to know if i've heard it yet? I've done better than that! I own it! And i am now listening to it happily as i blog. YAY! RELIENT K ROCKS!! I've only been listening to it for like 10 minutes so i haven't had time to take in the absolute coolness. But so far my favorite song is "forgiven" it's a good song on so many levels. Anyway, to be a nerd again i need to talk more about Naruto and howed it helped me through the SAT. What? Anime is actually good for you? It actually helps you in the real world? No, not normally. But in this case it was great. Anybody who has watched Naruto a good amount should remember the Chuunin exam. An exam to see if all the little ninjas would be allowed to be big ninjas. And the first part of the test, the written part (Because of course ninjas have other things on their tests too. Liike blowing things up...Man that would have made the SAT so much better...I can just picture it "Hey kid! You're essay is off topic! Eat Kunai!!" "AGH!!!"), wow sorry big space there, anyway, the written part of the test was a literal psychological torture, it was great. As you can see from the cool little picture i put up Naruto (Right) didn't like it. And that's kind of what i looked like during the SAT. But in the end Naruto and all his little ninja friends passed with flying colors. And so as i walked into the SAT i just pretended i was going to the Chuunin exam. And i thought "Well, if a bunch of stupid 12 year old ninjas from a tottally unrealistic anime can pass this test so can i!" and the pure absurdity of that thought made me feel great. I kept laughing at myself all through the SAT. Which was similiar in several ways to the Chuunin exam. It was a test of endurance for me more than anything else. And i survived. Which means i'm just as cool as a ninja! YAY!

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Anyway, in my last blog post i mentioned my new definition of feminine beauty. I know that got you all curious. And now i have a confession to make which will shock many of you, and may even give me angry comments. i no longer think Estonian girls are the most beautiful on earth. By percentage they are. The majority of Estonians are good looking, but far too many of them have about as much personality (and IQ) as a patatoe. Or maybe a cucumber. But i've noticed that though that's also true here in America, that most of the beautiful people (And there's much fewer here by percent) have no personality/IQ there are still rare finds. There ARE still girls worth waiting for out there. And that was something i really needed to know. Lately i'd been feeling so discouraged because i'd look around at all the girls around me and thinking "Is that my future? I'm going to spend the rest of my life married to one of those?!?" It was not a nice feeling. But i'd praying about it for a while just saying "God, if there's girls worth waiting for out there please show them too me so that i don't go utterly insane!!" and since God seems to have this whole cool caring about me thing going on he did. In the form of some new friends at congress (I forgot, i didn't tell you i just came from a big Salvation Army congress in Hershey, PA. 9000 people, all very exciting, met lots of girls, only two i liked enough to blog about.) so now i'm all happy because now i know that at least girls like this exist. Girls worth waiting for. Girls worth knowing. They may be rare, but the rarest jewel is worth all the more for the search. So now i'm all happy again, i mean anybody who spends any time with me would never notice because i'm always so happy but a great big weight has lifted off my soul that's been sitting there crushing my heart for months. I mean it's one thing to read that there's girls worth waiting fror out there, and another to here your parents say it (But i never believed books or my parents because they are both extrordinarily biased) but it's hugely different to actually meet these types of girls for yourself. Thank God! It's so funny all the notes i've been writing in my phone to blog about. "Love songs have meaning again!" Is one of my favorites. I used to love love songs. I could sit back and imagine my dream girls. But a while ago i had my dream girl shot right out of the little thought bubble over my head to be replaced with dark angry thoughts. But now i can listen to love songs and love them again. Songs i used to skip because of the quick pang in my chest at the first few loving notes i now hum happily. I am happy! It is kind of ironic in a way that whenver i do meet someone i consider worth know one or the other of us gets wisked of to some foreign country. But there's always E-mail!! This may sound funny to you, but this is just how desperate i was to meet some worthwhile girls. And now i have. Now i just to get to work making sure that i'm worthwhile to all the girls on earth. That's a lot of work! I better get started right away! Anyway, i'm off to make myself wonderful! Cya!

America, SATs, old friends, and so much more!

Well i've been in America for over a week now, and i'm still alive. It's been in an interesting adventure so far. Full of food, girls, family, and video games. All my favorite things. I just got back from my friends, Mike and Matt's, house, where i spent a several hours chilling, playing video games, talking, having fun. All my favorite things. I had a great time, and it reminded me of what i miss the most living in Estonia. Guys like me. I mean it's strange just how after not seeing each other for like 3 years we are able to hang out and have a great time as if i never left. Because we like all the same things, we've had very similiar lives, and we just kind of understand each other. That just doesn't happen with any of my Estonian friends. I mean this might sound odd but it felt good to beat at a video game for once! That hasn't happened in forever! But yeah, that's just one more of the the things i give up by living out of America. It really is sad how much i miss the simple things like that though...But anyway, i'm sure you're wondering why there's a picture of a sign there, well that's because i took the SAT, and when i did a google search for SAT that's the best picture i could get. So i need a T-shirt now "I survived the SAT" because it was a test of endurance, i'm surprised i got out alive. But i signed an annoying little paper saying i wouldn't write too much about it on my blog so i can't tell you too much exactly what i did. But i didn't have to time to finish my Essay, which was torture because i write so much on my blog and hate leaving a post unfinished. But i had too for the SAT. The math kicked my butt, i surrender to the fact that i will never be Einstein. But i did good on the english, so maybe i can be more of a Mark Twain guy. I still haven't gotten my scores yet, depending on how sky rocketingly high (Or sickeningly low) they are i may or may not post them on my blog. But anyway, i started this post a few days ago, and am only just finishing it now as my brother cries and my parents try to pack up our hotel room. So i'm not sure if i'll be able to blog anytime soon about my Sharingan eye (???) or my new definition of feminine beauty (?!?!?!) so i'll have to leave you hanging. Because the road calls and i love to travel, so off i go!!