Quit Christmasizing me!

My gosh, I don't remember taking this photo! Was I That drunk? =D

Anyways.. shit happens.

Now let me tell you a secret: it might be possible, that I could sit still and behave myself during these big important (read as: overrated) holidays if only. . . They ( read as: other humanoids) would stop shoving all of their christmas-anxiety right in my ass. I mean, How on earth can it all be so thrilling? With two months of foreplay?! And why are those shovers amazed, that I hate it all?
Yes, I am writing about the bad emotions.. again. You caught me. Let's restart.
Actually I have had some pleasant happenings as well. The school threw some cash in the wind and many well-learning students catched it, I as one of them. And then there was a woman, who happened to have a dress she wouldn't wear and which she gave to me. A really nice black dress. I just might wear it on my graduation. . .
I actually think, that I'm having a really nice life here. One huge part of it is made perfect by my man, who is like a really warm pillow around me whenever I need comfort... But yeah, this is another subject to discuss. I myself am sometimes not believing that I've still really got him by my side.
I wish for us a happy future ;)

What, 5th of September already?

Yeah, it's me on the picture ;)

Okay, I'll expose my big secret: somebody tranquillized me for some days and now I'm having the side effects, like ...that buzzing in my head. Not cool. Mkmm.

I'm just wondering, where does all the time go? Really, what happens with the past - that thrilling kiss you had with somebody you barely knew, the last minute, hour, day? Does it just stay in the air or go to a parallel Universe? Damn, I can feel it in my bones - yeah, the three movies I watched tonight are making me go insane. Okay, they were all awesome, but very different: House of Flying Daggers, Gran Torino and Fighting.

The first was a Korean love story, the second an inspiring tale about a man who fought in Vietman and had war in his heart long after the war ...and the third about a guy who believed himself and made big bucks with fighting.

The movie, that gave me the most would be the first one. It had so great feelings wrapped in it that I was kind of teary-eyed when I saw the ending. No, I won't tell, what kind of an ending that was, you've got to see it yourself.

And now, as the clock is nearing 2 am I feel the causes of drinking a 1,5l cider all alone - a headache. Yaaay ;) Really silly, I know. Next time I'll grab a friend and another cider as well xD

Well...I've been stonger, though. In Germany I amazed old men with the Stroh 80 shots. But, anyone can do it.

The hell with it. Wish me a pleasant night, because I'm heading for the bed. (And a smooth morning ;P)

Uuhh..what a day.

Now... everybody knows that I am not an american citizen. (*A big nodd*)
And..that I go to a school that gives you a nice occupation, like cook, a blacksmith or a car technician. (*Nodds, lots of them*) Umm..and they just teach the usual pathetic light, shadowy form of english in case if you ever need to say: My name is Patty and I'm a sex-addict. (*Stunned looks*)

The question is: how the hell do I get to speak english all day with a guy from the US? How does somebody from United States even find a way to Estonia??? =D There are no direct flights from New York, they must go through London or something so I'm wondering about the possibilities...

I had to let it out, you know. Oh, God, how hard it is to talk with somebody, who's hyperactive (I'm not joking) and with a dog that needs to hear it's name - Ginger - repeatedly (on the guy's oppinion).

I was nice to him, I really was because I usually really enjoy conversations with foreign people. Well, today I changed my mind and now I think that I only like germans. xD

Oh, we have a substitute teacher in our school for at least half a year, whooaa. She's actually from Germany and seems glad to be here. I introduced myself and said that if there was anything she needed.... I would've liked to know someone like that in Germany ...I sometimes felt so alone there.

Awww...you know my weakness now, destroy me. ;P

But yeah, does anybody have ideas, what to do with 3 free weeks? One possibility is to just sit still and not to disturb Time, as it flows to become the Grey Area Of Past. Naaah, doesn't fit to me. Ok, one idea is.. yes - to go to school, but really I need to get a clue, if the time there is worth it. Perhaps I'll go to the cafe, where the teachers eat and be a humble servant there. But to be back at school... I'd love to do some sports there... perhaps even go jogging.

Lately I'm thinking... that there are many things that beautify a person - some practice Kusudama (a form of Origami) or calligraphy, taking perfect photos and some play an instrument, like flute etc. Now there are so many thngs to try, but which would fit me? Something new and catchy to indicate that there's more in my head than that the overrated thing they call the Master-Mind (but should be named A Pile Of Hay)?

I've thought on a variety options for a week and still no results. Maybe I really have hay instead of brains? Still need to check that up ....;D

Maybe I should go the easy way and learn to play piano...mmm...But yeah, it is even easier to teach, tomorrow I'll give one person motorbike (I don't know a better word in english yet) lessons, yaaay! I hope he lives to tell the story ;D

Enough of that, over and out now.

The Beginning of my first blog.

I look at this page. Umm.. I've been here like..15 minutes and everything's in english. Damn. Then I'll also write in english..just to fit in, I guess.

Today sucks. Big time. The days with that extrasweet stomachaiche came and knocked me off my feet..straight back to the bed. Of course I'm not able to just sit still an do nothing so I opened my msn and wrote a fitting topic - In pain, if you wish to, join me. I didn't hope to get any attention with it, I just thought that when anybody was thinking about my being silent, he/she would have the reason for it right there to see.

But...somebody came to ask, what was wrong. And he knew, what to suggest to help me. Warm water in a bottle...Yes, that helped. Why didn't I know it before? Why is there internet, if we don't use it to help ourselves?

Yesterday was a great day. Just me, myself and on the evening a warm voice on the phone. After two years it was like...whoaa. We talked like nothing had happened when we.. sort of broke up. Like it should always be when you talk with an old friend. Sounded good.

Yeah, I feel better now. I am better now. Everything is.