so where was i...? was that at all interesting?

i am hoping that was at least slightly interesting simply because if it wasn't no one will ever read my blog again and everyone will hate me!! ahhh!! not really, it's just that i'm gonna blog about the same type of stuff now, so let's zoom forward few days to, say, today. today is monday, the 13th of march, and i woke up feeling like crap. i had gotten home last night at roughly midnight, and then spent a rough hour taking a tired inventory of my room, saying "this is gone, this is still here, that's gone, that's still here..." a fun little crap i do every time i get robbed. and when i did this i found something most tragic, something that makes me very sad, the N64 controller that was stolen was no ordinary controller, it had "sentimental value". what does that mean? around a year ago (i think) when i was in america at my cousin Adam's house he gave me a wicked cool black N64 controller, and through pure luck and good planning it has survived three other robberies, it was my "magic" controller, no matter how hard it tried to get stolen i loved it too much. but because i loved it so much it was also the controller i always used and was therefore plugged into the N64 at the time it was stolen, and now it is no more. i've been meaning to send an E-mail to my cousin anyway but nw i have a reason, i can tell him about his magic controller he gave me.

but anyway, let me tell you about today. today at ten we went to a pawn-shop type store where we have been told people buy and sell stolen things, to see if they might have our stuff. now of course my mom can't understand why this place isn't shut down if it's known for this, but i say the reasons are so obvious i don't feel like typing them (lies, everything is a lie). but anyway we went to this shop called "tuhat asja" which seems to mean "thousand things" but i'm not sure, it looks more like "thousand thing" but that doesn't work with my logic. so anyway this store was supposed to open at ten, so we went at the obvious time, ten. with us went our friend Ermo for help with translation. so my dad, Ermo and i waited, and waited, and waited. we waited until ten thirty and the shop still didn't open. it was funny to, because in that half our while we standed in the freezing cold we saw four people come and try to go to this store. first there was this guy who reminded me of a rather ugly teenage gorilla, he came first and looked at the store and noticed me staring at him and then walked on, ten minutes later he came back, saw us still there and decided to try the door anyway, it was, as we already knew, locked. so he turned on his heel and left. next came a guy who reminded me of some kind of giant rat, and his eyes really bugged me. he went up, tried the door and quickly walked of. next came two guys together, and they didn't remind me of any nasty animal but but they kept whispering and staring at us, and after trying the door quickly left. and so after waiting a whole half hour after the store should have opened we left.

but of course i am not defeated so easily, me and my dad returned a little before 12 and saw the door open, inviting us. i quickly walked in and eyed all the store had to offer. crap mobile phones, no thanks. stolen cameras, maybe some other day (not). nintendo 64, uh-uh, or wait, did i say nintendo 64? as i looked around the store i noticed, hidden under some rubber thing, a nintendo 64. and this was not just any nintendo 64, this was a pokemon N64!! i almost cracked up when i saw that. i checked it out obviously not mine, from the pikachu on the front to the europen power plug on the back i knew sucker wasn't mine, but just seeing a N64 kinda bugged me. i must admit i was quite upset to see that the N64 and some other game system i didn't recognize were being used to hold a pile of books. i always have quite a bit of respect for game systems, no matter how old and nerdy. but anyway after a quick survey of the store and talking to the owner we saw that nothing of ours was there. quite sad really.

and now another quite upsetting thing is that a boy we know from our youth group told a girl from our youth group he knows who did it, but he won't tell who. i just want to say, in the most respectful nice way possible, you're a frickin' jerk boy. if you're a little 8 year old then you say things like "i know who broke the vase but i'm not gonna tell you!!" but if you're a teenager then you need to grow up. either shut up or blab what you know, i don't care which just do it. but it's not fair to say "i know but ain't telling you!!" that's just retarded, and i resent it. i just hate this whole thing because i'm not good at this type of crap, my parents are good at the whole "responding with grace thing" but deep inside i still would love to see some heads smashed. but i am good at the whole "letting other people take over" thing so i'm just letting my parents deal with everything, and i don't care. but anyway, that's all upsetting, tommorow or later tonight i'll write something better, but now i'm supposed to be babysitting so i gotta go.

so anyway, something interesting to write about now.

now i am just going to tell you more about my time in finland and just whats going on in my life. but first i want to say one thing, you guys all stink. you guys all are the one blog reader(s) to not rule them all!! i asked over a week ao for E-mails with your name, where you're from and a picture of yourself, and i would then pick the one blog reader to rule them all. well i knew my blog wasn't that interesting but come on, i was hoping for more E-mails, i mean, like, at least, maybe, ONE!!! i feel quite personally insulted by the fact that no one E-mailed me, that makes me the on blog reader to rule them all, but i guess i already am, because i, of course, have read every single post, even the deleted and edited ones. so anyway, i am now asking you once again, the adress is chrisjohnclark@juno.com, just E-mail me your name, where you are currently living (just the state/country will do), and if possible a pretty, pretty picture of yourself. and then you will win the honor of being the on blog reader to rule them all, if i pick you. if for some reason i get 500 hundred E-mails (never gonna happen) then i will pick whomever i know best, but if i only get a few (most likely) then i will figure how i pick who i pick later. so send those E-mails, send 'em to chrisjohnclark@juno.com, GO NOW!!!

but anyway now you want to know more about my life. or maybe you don't, but i'm writing about it anyway. so anyway last week, monday, i went to finand. i first drove up to tallinn, and then the adventures started. for some strange reason, literally just after getting into tallinn, while waiting for a red light the in the car , the car did something really stupid, it stopped working. let me explain a little bit that that this is not surprising, our car is a bucket of bolts, it sucks, it's crap. i'm surprised it's still alive as much as it is, it should be dead. but somehow it survives, if anything is a miracle that is. so you get the idea, crap car, not surprising it stopped. but anyway so the car stops at this red light and for a minute we sit there, my dad keeps messing with it, we're all praying it'll start, we have a big truck behind us, all that fun. so finally a few minutes later the truck driver comes out and asks what's going on and, because my whole family is like freaked out i became the translater and quickly said "anna andeks, auto on, uhh.."(hesitating looking for the right word)"...auto on, nagu, surnud!" or in english "sorry, the car is..uh...the car is, like, dead!" so feeling very proud of informing him that the car was dead i was very surprised when a minute later the car started again for no aparent reason. so for a minute the car worked great, we went forward for a a hundred or so yards and then the car stopped again and my dad coasted to the side of the road and just couldn't start it again. so he jumped out of the car and ran to a gas station to get some gas just in case the problem was we were out of gas, which he said of course wasn't the problem. it was the problem, ten minutes later the car was working fine again.

so anyway after that fun little thing we drove over to the boat terminal and with five minutes to spare we got our tickets and jumped on the boat. the boat trip was really freaky for one reason. the whole time i kept seeing ghosts. no, this has nothing to do with the fact i was stilling feeling sick at the time. and no, i don't mean "ghost busters" or "BOO" type ghosts. i mean memories. we were on a viking line boat that i had been on many times before with my friends on the mission team. i had sung kareoke with my friends in the kareoke bar here...we had taken over the dance floor in the dancing bar and danced a mssion team dance here...i had defended my good friend Evelin when some drunk guy had hit on her in the bar here...so many memories. as i walked the boat the whole place seemed so empty, so dirty. the whole trip i just moved from place to place sitting and being bored. the whole trip i really missed my friends. because, no offense to my family but, traveling with a family compared to traveling with my best friends on earth is a big difference, and traveling with my family sucks.

but anyway after getting to finland the training principle, Peeter (yes i'm on first name terms with the training principle, i rule!!), came and brought us to our hotel were we stayed for the night, which was pretty fancy for me, i felt very special staying in this hotel and getting to watch cabel TV, all these things that people take for granted are very, very special for me. and then then early next morning after a quick breakfast we ran (we had to run, we were late) to the bus and got on the demonic bus that we would be on for the next four hours. the whole bus trip i slept and and listened to music, two of my all time favorite things, but still the trip was torture, i was stuck in the back with Christian Kalme, the most spoiled brat in all of Estonia, who wouldn't quit bugging me. first he wanted my mp3 player, then he wanted me to give him some candy and couldn't believe i didn't have any, and then he wanted me to do this and that and the other thing, to which i promptly replied: NO, GO AWAY!! which he did eventually. so as we traveled through finland on the demon bus, picking up more and more salvationists, most of whom i knew from mission team trips, i once again felt the pans of missing my friends. so then after a long time traveling we did the most amazing thing, we stopped!! there was a nice rest area were we stopped and chilled, and i got to eat for the first time in two days, i had three bites of donut, which when feeling sick usually isn't a good choice for most humans, but once again that fact that donuts make me feel good when i'm sick made me think i'm not human. and then i saw it, walking through the store i saw a little thingy with books on it, i paused and looked at the covers and read the names. and then i freaked out. sitting next to each were two books from series i would love to read. they had two books from the Ranma 1/2 anime series and one book from the Inuyasha anime series, both that i've wanted to read for a while. and so, with my heart beating rapidly in my chest i reached out and picked up Ranma 1/2, opened the cover and...finnish, no, not finish, finnish!! the whole stinking thing was in finnish!! so quite annoyed by the anime pleasured being denied me i put down Ranma 1/2 and picked up Inuyasha, opened roughly to the middle of the book and saw a really cool picture, Inuyasha with his big sword out, fighting some one and yelling something to Kagome, i looked to read it and...it said something like this "hei, nyt bla bla shikon no tama bla bla bla, bla bla, bla BLA!!!" the smelly crap was in finnish!! so in extreme annoyance i walked out.

so after i was safely back in he bus and having Evanescence sing away my worries i contemplated the sad fact that even Inuyasha and Ranma 1/2 were in finnish, it really does suck. the idea of reading about a half human, half dog demon, and reading about people who whenever they get water spilled on them turn into something funky, really appealed to me. even more than Fruits Basket where people turn into animals when hugged (i didn't know that happened so often until i watched this with some buds in Tartu). so anyway i finally arrived in the place where we were going, somewhere in the vicinity of Pori, and did the basic get the room keys, put the bags in the rooms, say hi to every one and then finally ate lunch. after that i reported to daycare with the kids and commenced work. it was fairly simple. basic translation between Russian, Finnish, Estonian and English, which because it was all those languages i barely know it was extrordinarily basic, it was basically telling the Russian boy, Anton, a good loud "NYET!!" every time he would hit one of the other kids, and telling the Finnish ladies every time an English speaking kid needed to go to the toilet, because of course i know the all important way of asking how to go to the bathroom in any language, just point to your butt and make farting noises. no, not really. but i did know how to tell them which kids needed the toilet.

so anyway that was the next few days, eating, watching brats, and sleeping. but there were a few highlights. one nice thing that happened was i played frisbee with my friend Yuri, the Helsinki multi-cultural corps(main language:Russian) officer, because his corps has a "ultimate frisbee" team. you know ultimate frisbee right? thats the sport where they combine american football with frisbee. well this corps actually has a ultimate frisbee team that is pretty good, so Yuri taught me how to chuck a frisbee like an expert, so look out now if i'm ever mad at you and have a frisbee handy i'll kick yo butt. and another interesting thing that happened was one of our Brazillian friends came up and leaned over my mom and in his deep voice said "YOUR FAMILY IS.." "AHHH!!" said my mom, who for some strange reason always gets freaked out by when some one sneaks up behind her and, especially if it's someone with a deep kinda freaky voice(no offense). so he just informed us that our family was the best known to him because he reads my parents blog. now i don't know if he reads my blog, but whatever. we had fun joking about it later though, joking about what something scary he might have said. my favorite was "your family is the eternl enemy of my family, i am sworn to hunt you down and kill you" which for some reason makes me laugh but anyway.

but the biggest, most interesting thing that happened was this. for the first time in forever i was ot the oly perso there who was over 15 and under 20, and as an added bonus, it was a girl! and as a super plus, she was American!! the Henderson family, who are Russian/American (don't ask) had gotten a helper to come from America, because since they have five kids, all under ten, it is helpful to, well, have help!! so she was there and was in childcare with me most of the time helping take care of the kids. we didn't talk much but i am now very exited that there is another american young person in estonia who is newer than me!! i love it when other people are new because then i look smart, but the truth is i can never look smart so i defeat the purpose anyway. but anyway, that was the basics of the week, i hve a heck of a lot more to write about but i'm tired now, so i'm going, bye!!

fun in finland...kinda...roberies tend to screw that up...

hey, i just got back from a nice week in finland only to find something wonderful had happened in my absence, some idiots decided to rob my house. i say idiots because it was a pretty crappily done job. i mean come on, if you wanna rob me do it right. the total amount of damage from my room: the family video camera, my nintendo 64, one controller, one game, and my brand new wireless X-box controller. i just want to point out that since this is my forth time being robbed in two years my games are well hidden when i leave the country for a week, so to rob my room is stupidity, it was sheer dumb luck that my nintendo 64, the video camera, and my new controller were on my desk at the time. but let me back up a little, this is the chronicles of chris, i must chronicle. so anyway on friday afternoon i was in finland with my family taking a bus from helsinki to some wierd place so we could go to Ikea, which is actually quite a nice treat for us, when we got a call frm the guy who had been house sitting for us that our house had been broken into. i just want to make clear that this was our friend küldar, and we trust him to watch our house when we are away, he does it a lot. he had gone out for a few hours in the morning and aparently someone had been watching the house or something because when he came back some one had broken in. not much was stolen (compared to last time) and it was a pretty junky job. they smashed in our basement window, not my window, thank god, and came in, got what they wanted from my room, went upstairs and took the computer, and then they left. i still aven't been to the house but from what i've heard that is what happened. at the moment i am on our last remaning computer, property of the tartu corps (which we're in charge of so for the most part ours), in Tallinn, Estonia, rather than home in Tartu, Estonia.

so anyway now that i've told you the basics of what happened i want to tell you of the utter stupidity of my robber friends, i always feel a little bit like even though the robber gets the the stuff, the robbed can get the last laugh, if they have a sense of humor. thank god i do. so here is my last laugh, i am going to capitalize it to show how much i am enjoying it. THE WIRELESS -X-BOX CONTROLLER THAT WAS STOLEN WAS MISSING THE RECIEVER, WHICH IS STILL CONNECTED TO MY X-BOX, SO THEREFORE, YOU SUCK, I ROCK!! YOU STOLE USELESS PLASTIC!!! and THE WONDERFUL LAPTOP YOU STOLE HAS A SMASHED IN SCREEN AND RUNS SLOWER THAN A SNAIL, SO UNLESS YOU FEEL LIKE FIXING UP THE SOFTWARE AND EITHER REPAIRING THE SCREEN OR HOOKING IT UP TO A MONITOR YOU MADE THE INTELIGENT CHOICE OF STEALING USELESS, PLASTIC, CRAP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! there is my grand last laugh. i am actually enjoying this a little bit too much, i think i may have snapped in the head. but whatever, i just want to point out that this isn't bugging me as much as it did last time. i hope you idiots who broke in are reading this because you guys suck, i fart in your general direction!! oops, now i'm stealing from monty python, whatever.

so anyway i am done insulting those really, horribly stupid, completely brainless, messed up idiots. now i want to tell you what really bugs us about this robbery. it was done by someone who knew the house, knew what we had, and for the most part knew where to find it (but i outsmarted you freaks!!). we think it was some of our youth from our youth group. yowch!! that's a hit below the belt, that's not right. i am seriously hoping it was not some wierdo who we know, not one of the people who we brought into our house and fed. it can't be them, it sincerly hope not. i prefer to be robbed by random people, not people who i know, not people who i joked around with. not people who i tried to be thier friend, hope not, pray not. but anyway, it doesn't matter, life goes on, i'm gonna go check my E-mail now becuase i haven't done that in like over a week, so anyway i'll write more later, i want to write more about finland, i'm thinking of writing "the adventures of the 16 year old babysitter" because that'll be fun, but for now i must say, goodbye.

Ooooh, crap!! I feel like...(you guessed it) crap! Oh, and happy anniversary!!

if you're sick and you know it complain all day!! do you like my added verse to "if you're happy and you know it"? i am feeling, if possible, worse than i did yesterday. i am very, very, very angry!! i wanted to go to Rakvere to go to Anton's birthday!! but if i went now it would kind of suck because i'd be coughing and snotting all over the place, no fun, none at all. so i am extremely upset about that, but i do have two consolations. 1. tommorow is my brothers birthday and i'll get to be here for that, and 2. today is the anniversary of my blog!! so as a special present i'm giving you a hot picture of me in summer!!, just because it's not summer now doesn't mean i can't remember how good summer is. this is a picture of me after my "Extreme MakeOver". which was not at all as impressive as it sounds. it was basicly haveing Anneli tell the haircut people how to cut my hair, instead of me stumbling over the Estonian, and then i bought some nasty hair gel and it took three girls (no joke, three!!) to do my hair. my hair is very stubborn, that's why i never comb it. and i also had Anneli pick out my wardrobe (i would normally never wear that shirt unless it was a special occasion, i always wear T-shirts) and then we ran around tartu and took pictures of everything. so anyway that's the story of that picture, and by the way i'm sitting on the side of the statue of the kissing students in Tartu town ahll square, just in case you were wondering. so anyway i want to do something special for my blog anniversary, and here it is. i'm going to take a census, i want to know who you are if you read my blog. and what will be your motivation for doing this? that you love me? no!! because i am going to pick, out of all f you, the one blog reader TO RULE THEM ALL!!! and i am going to put your name and picture on my blog and tell the whole world you're great. do you like that idea? if you do send your name, State/province/country where you live, and if possible a picture of yourself to chrisjohnclark@juno.com and you may just be THE ONE BLOG READER, TO RULE THEM ALL!!!

so anyway do you want to hear soething funny that happened? no? then go away, i didn't like you anyway. wednesday was the first day of lent and i decided that i wanted to give up something special, something that i would really feel the loss of. no, i didn't give up video games, i don't enjoy them as much as what i gave up, and no, i didn't give up computer, or else you would not be reading this. i decided to give up...sweets!! lately i've been pigging out on candy and cookies a lot more than i should, there's a lot of times when some candies or cookies disappeared and winded up in my stomach. so i decided that for lent i would not eat candy or cookies. so i decided that on wednesday morning, but then i ent and checked the mail, we had two, not one but two package slips!! telling us to go to the post office and pick up two packages!! yay!! that's always a cause for much excitement. so my dad went and picked up the packages, one was for mr. Christopher Clark, which i guess must mean me, and the other was was for Chris, Elizabeth and Peter. so i got my package and for thirty bliss filled seconds i thought it would be something good, until i looked more closely. "College of the Atlantic. Life changing. World changing." NOOOOOOOO!!!!! i got all excited over a college info packet? CURSE YOU COLLEGE OF THE ATLANTIC!!! and i was so happy too...but there was still one more package. this one was much more promising, it was bigger, and as all americans know, bigger means better. so we opened this up and (remember what i gave up for lent) it was full of american candy and treats. the sweet, sweet irony. so we have this big package of delicous stuff and i can't have any!! and by the time lent is over it may all be gone, because where as i gave up sweets my mom and sister were wimps and only gave up chocolate. so that's all for now, now i must go, good bye!!

I don't like naming my posts, it makes me think, and thinking hurts my head...

so anyway, today is thrsday, it's the second of march, and i'm going somewhere cool tommorow. tommorow i am going to Rakvere (just another town in Estonia, what makes this one cool is that in it's name there's the word "blood" "vere") for my friend Anton's birthday. which should be pretty cool because i'm going to get some good language excercise because he is one of those cool people that speak English, Estonian and Russian, and therefore i'm pretty sure there will be people from every language group represented. but i'm pretty sure i'l be the only native English speaker, so i'll represent all of us English speakers to the best of my abilities. but anyway that should be wicked cool. for his present i'm going to make him a CD of cool rap/hip hop songs, mostly christian, so if you can think of any cool christian rappers let me know, i've already thought of the best 2 though (TobyMac and John Reuben).

but anyway i just want to write a quick thing that i learned from watching the simpsons this morning. do you know that the simpsons is a actually a great show for getting your mind thinking about spiritual things? well it is. in the episode today the simpson family got brainwashed by some cult, all except for Marge, the mother/wife. who then went and got reverend Lovejoy together with grouskeeper willy, the crazy scot, and went and unbrainwashed the whole family. but how they unbrainwashed homer, the dad/husband, was very interesting to me. part of this cult was that you couldn't drink alchohol, and so to unbrainwash homer they gave him beer. but at first his brainwashed mind resisted. "no, don't give into temptation!!" said his mind, "mmmm beer, drink it!" said his stomach, "these are really comforatable shoes" said his feet. and as i was watching this i was going, "ain't that the truth". do you know the feeling of being pulled in a million and one dirctions all at once? your mind says one thing, your stomach another, your feet say something completely different! and then you have your nose, hands, knees, and everything else all saying do this, that and the other thing. plus you've got the the little angels and devils on your shoulder. saying "join the darkside, we've got cookies and the majority of famous and good looking people!!" and the angel going "the darkside is full of lies, serve God, who loves you and cares about you" and the devil replies with temptation "we have the pleasures of the world...sex...drugs...alchohol...join us!!" and it keeps going back and forth like that. so anyway i actually don't think i had a point besides the fact that i can relate to Homer Simpson, now i must take my leave of you...goodbye!

Sledding!! (Plus "The Chronicles Of Chris:The Soundtrack")

hey everyone, guess what i did last night. i went sledding!! it was super cool!! it was some sort of big sledding day so our childrens group went sledding and i was invited!! so we went to this big cool place that was like a giant hole in the ground and sled, and sled, and sled some more!! and i swear that is the bumpiest hill on earth!! i was bouncing up and down like crazy!! it was great!! what was really crazy was that we had a nice brand new sled and maret, our wonderful (sarcastic remark) translater, rode it down the hill. no problem normally but imagine sledding in a giant bowl, there's people comeing in from every side, and so of crashes are very common, and so she decided that for her great first run she would smash into a little kid and total our sled, plus make the poor little kid cry, evil girl she is. so we had all sorts of fun with our new broken sled, the whole front had a piece torn out of it and so it always turned slightly to the right (towards the trees) and no one was willing to ride it, except me of course. i don't blame them for not wanting to lose it, the front was all ripped up and shred, so if you fell forward your might end getting an extreme make over. but that just made it all the more fun for me. so two crashes and flying over the jump some kids had built on the hill i had half a slide under my butt and i was still going, but eventually gave up, i mean half a sled just isn't very fun! so that's the story of maret's first run, but my first run was better. i was on a cool green sled and was holding on for dear life as i shot down the hill, until i hit a bump and started to lose control, so rather then bail out i did the obvious thing, i used my left hand as a brake to try to steer, but that didn't help much. wanna know why it didn't help much? because as soon as my hand hit the ground i dislocated my pinky finger (ugh...nasty!!) and so in a split second i decided that keeping control of the sled wasn't very important anymore, so i died the obvious thing to do when you dislocate something, i grabbed it and snapped it back in place (ugh...nastier!!) only to smash into some chick who was coming down in the opposite direction, it was fun. so after a very "extreme" (said andrei) time sledding we packed up and went home home.

so now i'm back home and i'm thinking of making something i've been wanting to make for a very long time, Chris:The Music Soundtrack. i'm thinking i need to get together some songs that really seem almost to talk about my life, just because it's a cool idea. but as i was thinkg about this i noticed all the songs are so depressing! it really sucks but most of the songs that i really relate to are depressing, it's almost funny if you know me well, because i'm never really sad, not for long anyway. but anyway it's funny some of the songs, there's linkin park's "numb" for all the times i have a fight with my parents, trapt's "headstrong" for all those times i feel like i wanna rebel against something. and also good charlotte's "lifestyles of the rich and the famous" because it completely summarizes my view of celebrities (snobs). and also "(i hate) everything about you" by three days grace partly because i think it sounds so cool and partly because it's my song for all you mean girls who are so friendly yet so mean, so easy to befriend yet so hard to be friends with, and so close yet so far, far away. so anyway someday i'm going to make that, so i guess i should advertise it somehow...hmm, i got it!! Chris:The Soundtrack, Check it out today! Not coming to a store near you. Warning: may be dangerous to your mental and physical health.

so anyway not much more to say i just want to point out that all you people are girls. i know i should consider it a blessing to have so many girls interested in my life but i'm not. maybe 2 years ago but not now. and Kristi, believe me, i'm doing everything i can to find guys for the salvation army in estonia but face it, what do we have compared to drugs, alchohol and sex? i mean we have eternal life and a loving god but...(oh, the irony) and can i ask all of you not to comment on my blog anonymously and not leave a name, if you want to comment anonymously do it like this:

"Anonymous said...
Chris you rock! i find you handsome and atractive, will you marry me?

love,
cuckoo crazy non-existent chick"

because then i know who you are. because i have one huge weakness, i am enormously curious about everything. if there's is something i don't know i drive myself crazy until i find out. so please don't drive me crazy, tell me who you are!! i agree with anonymous that it is not good for me to spend every second with my family, because thats a sure way to go insane, and i should go out and explore the world, and i would if it wasn't for all this CURSED SNOW!!! just wait for april...april april april...i need april!!! and believe me, the last thing i need is to be more busy, that's the other reason i don't get out much, partly because of snow and partly because i have work to do (school work, corps/church work, house work, babysitting work, work work...etc.), so anyway i think i'm done now, Bye!!

do i have to title my posts?

i really don't see the point in thinking up names for my posts. i am feeling sick and tired and cold and unhappy and all the rest. i'm just not feeling good, i feel horrible. but there's something you guys can do to help! i need someone to talk to! but here's the problem, i have tons of people to talk to but they are all one horrible thing: FEMALE! i am a guy, i need a guy to talk to. and i need someone who will be willing to talk about serious things, not just talk about video games, presidents and dumb jokes. my mom says i need to find my "Obi-wan" or my "Dumbledore" or "Sir Gwain"(watch "Prince Valiant") or something, which i tottally agree with. she says i need a mentor, i don't know about that, i just know i need some one to talk to. i mean someone outside the cycle of my normal life, like not my parents. i'm going crazy, i need Obi-wan because i'm falling to the dark side, Dumbledore because i'm starting to the think this is a true statement: "there is no good and evil, only power and those to weak to take it!". now my only problem is that i'm pretty sure i'm writing this post and it will only be read by girls, why me? my MSN name is now "Kurisu-Drowning in a sea of self" which i feel like i've heard before somewhere. so if you're reading this i'm quite surprised, my blog has gotten much less interesting lately, i'm not funny anymore, i'm not interesting anymore. i just keep telling myself "in april it will be all better...just wait for april...april...oh god april..." so anyway i can't think of much more to blog about, i had hoped to write a longer post, i always do. i always mean to write more than i do, but i never do, if only i could transfer my thoughts from my head to my blog anytime, because i write my best posts in bed before i go to sleep, or when i'm in the middle of schoolwork. but anyway i'm going now, and in the off-chance that any of you feeling like talking to me, my MSN is kurisu_dude@yahoo.com, and of course my yahoo is the same, but i'm rarely on that. so anyway i'm gonna go dissapear now, Bye!!

Sunday...or is it "Stressday"?

Ugh, i'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired!! (over quoted) i've been having like a sore throat and headaches for a few days but yesterday and today i've tottally felt like crap. crappy crap. crap is such a fun word. crapitty crap, crap crap. yesterday, saturday, i was in Narva for a Salvation Army thing. they call it english "days before the word" but i don't think that name makes any sense. what the heck does that mean anyway? i prefer it in Estonian, "Sõnapäev", or "the day of the word" or "word day" if you want to translate directly. but anyway so we were at this big thing and after two and a half hours in the car sitting next to Andrei (always a *sarcastic* pleasure) we finally got to Narva, found the school we had taken over for the event thingy, and unloaded our people and stuff. we brought a whole van load of people from tartu, Karl-Gustav, Andrei(boys), Liis and Maret(girls) as our youth type people, and two older women, named Ülle and Taisi, as our friends from the homeless shelter, and then there was me, my dad and sister to round it all off. my mom and brother stayed home because my brother is also sick. so we had a nice day praying, singing, looking up stuff in our bibles and all that fun stuff. but by the end of that my already sore throat sounded horrible, i could barely talk! and i was so upset because it was right in the middle of that song "he has made me glad" that my voice just died, and i love that song!! but that's not all that happened, because i am the ever convenient teenage guy standing around i was being constantly put to work. "Chris, can you move this table there?" "Chris, can you carry these five heavy bags of food from the van into the building and then back again?" "Chris, can you..." "NO!!" so somewhere in the middle of all that i hurt my knee, which has been sore since the summer anyway, so now that's two things i can complain about. but then on the wonderful trip back it was dark, horribly dark, and therefore we could not play the games that had helped us survive the first trip up. (magnetic chess and mini travel connect-four) so i was stuck with Andrei next to me saying "is this tartu?" "no" i would reply "we haven't even started the car yet!" and Liis in front of me ordering me around saying "TALK!! i need you to talk so i don't fall asleep, and i can't fall asleep because i won't get my homework done tonight if i do!!" and so of course that hurt my already very sore throat even more, because two straight hours talking non-stop hurts!! and i found out this morning that it was all for nothing because she DIDN'T DO HER HOMEWORK!!! and then to my great anoyance one of the boys (no need to be specific) was saying that he thought he had fallen in love with one of the Narva girls. "you met her four hours ago" said i, "i know but i really, really like her" to which i replied, simply, "you met her four hours ago, shut up"

so then after that wonderful trip and a six pack of sucret/lozenge thingys, plus some headache medicine (alwasy important after a long car trip with teens who won't shut up) i knocked out myself and slept like a very human looking log, only to wake up with my throat feeling like i had swallowed some needles. i stumbled out of bed, turned on the light, gasped as i was blinded, and immediately smashed my light switch off as i collapsed back on my bed. and then i slept for another hour. got up again and this time did not turn on the light, went upstairs and saw that the only person awake was my dad, looked to see if we had milk for cereal (we didn't) and then stumbled back dowstairs to bed declaring "i'll be back!!". and i was, 45 minutes later. it was now 9:45 and for the first time in forever i had bright sunlight shining into my room past the pile of snow. now that i couldn't ignore, i boldly stomped up the stairs, expecting that either someone interesting would be awake or someone had brought thier pet cow and was going to give me milk for my cereal. neither happened, Maret was now awake as well as my dad so i slumped down in a chair and tried to way the chances of whether or not they had a cow in thier back pockets. sadly no cow was forthcoming and therefore i just decided to get myself some yugurt instead, it's like i always say "if worst comes to worst, there's always yogurt!!" ("have you ever heard him say that? i haven't" "neither have i, i think he's just crazy" "agreed") so after some yogurt and staring grumpily around for a while other people started to wake up, and then after even more of a while they all ran off to go to church at kolgata, while i stretched out on the couch and considering going to sleep again. then off course my parents had to interfere by reminding me that our church service was starting in three hours and the house had to be clean and the meeting room set up with chairs and stuff. so as i worked Liis showed up, and sat on the couch and watched us, and believe it or not she was actually slightly compassionate about the fact that because of my sore throat i sounded like i was roughly 138, her and Maret are the only ones who care about me, so sad. so anyway after we had finished cleaning i played a nice game of chess against Liis, nice because i kicked her butt, and then we played some horrible games of connect-four, horrible because she's really good at connect-four somehow and kicked my butt, over, and over, and over, and so on.

then after a while of that everyone sort of came all at once, mostly, and sat around, played some more chess and connect-four, ate noddles and hung out, until three when we started church and had a really good meeting because we had three boys there (Sergei who prefers to be call "Serka", Kuido, and a boy i think is called something like "õss", i'n not sure his real name) who, despite the fact that they disrupted everything, did hear what we said in church (i hope) and asked some good questions. so that all went well, mostly, but now it's 10:50 at night and i'm dead. my knee still hurts, my throat feels like i ate sandpaper, and i'm about to collapse of exuastion, but that's the way i like things, this is Chris, signing off!




wait a minute, that sounds really wierd, lets change it to "ok, i wrote the stupid thing now go away" or something like that. ;-) Cya everyone!!

Estonian Indedence Day (#1)

guess what day it is today? Estonian national independence day! the first one! here in Estonia we have two indepedence days, the first one, today, from when they kicked out some nasty ruling country in the early 1900s ("1918, is my guess" says one Estonian friend who doesn't pay attention in history class) , and the second one, was in 1989 (says my friend who doesn't pay attention in class. i thought it was 1992 but i'll trust the Estonian.) on august 20th. so anyway today is a national holiday, and just because i'm so lazy i am taking it as a holiday too. i've watched TV almost all day and i feel GREAT!! like frosted flakes!! today is what they call a "suur filmipäev" or "big movie day" so i've been watching all sorts of fun stuff. i watched part of two simpsons episodes, "The Majestic" and an Estonian movie called "kevade" which i watched completely in estonian, without any english translation whatsoever. and i understood most of it too. and by the way, the best translation for "kevade" would be something like "of summer". and i feel i have to brag about watching this because it was an old, black and white, soviet times movie. it was like fifty years old!! so i want every one to say "oh, Chris, you are wonderful. you are talented. you are capable of watching and mostly understanding old Estonian movies!!" and after your done saying that you must all give me reeses and root beer. so there!! so now that i have bragged about that and told you about Estonian independence day i think i may be done blogging. i just want mention that i am very upset with all my Estonian friends who don't pay attention in history class!! the whole time i've been blogging i have also been on MSN bugging any Estonian i came in contact with to tell me the simple things 1. what is the date of the second independence?: partly answered, told the year by a friend, found the date myself (it's sad when an American can do these things faster) 2. who ruled Estonia before the first independence?: no one knows, apperantly before the first independence all of Estonia was uncivilized tribes living in mud huts(joke), until (says another helpful friend) some dude named "Konstantin Päts" from pärnu, Estonia became the first Estonia prime minister guy. and my third question was the: 3. are all Estonian girls really blond? or do they always fake it?: the answer-it's fake. so now i am done, good bye!

It's a miracle...

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