Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

So I keep promising everyone (Kairi and Martin) that I'll start blogging again and ta-daa, here I am!!
Woo...
It's not as late as I would have expected, I'm listening to stupidly depressing music, which I used as the title of this blog post for reasons of unoriginality and I've wasted the past three hours on YouTube vloggers and sudoku that I found in the local newspaper and since when are local newspaper sudokus this ridiculously hard?! Since when does the local newspaper have a sudoku??
I guess some things are best left alone.
The vlogs however got me wanting to blog. Well, actually they got me wanting to vlog but as I've already mentioned during some late-night rambling, that just sounds like a terrible idea.

A quick peek into my blog reveals that (aside from the amusing little "rebirth" post) last time I wrote something was in January. Hm. Well.

Since January I have had another birthday, this time my 12th. (Or 18th if I'm the only one who sort of remembers the running joke...) I had a quaint little party with my closest friends at my sisters cottage.

I wish I could include a picture of all four of us, because most of them were absolutely precious, but since I'm not a douche and at least try to respect people's privacy in my blog (although I have sort of given up censoring the names, let's just be all chill and try not to facebook search anyone mentioned here, okay?). So I'm just going to add this picture of me and Martin since I can at least puppy-dog eyes my way out of it if he gets mad.

I also went to driver's ed or driving school or whatever the fuck I'm supposed to call it. Haven't got my licence yet, final exam on the 26th, hopefully all will go well. Here's a tip for you if you try to get your licence: ask around, find out which examiner is easy-going and which not. Avoid the one that makes you do stuff you're shit at or face paying the price. Literally, because exam fee in estonia is 88€ the first time and if you flunk your theory, it's extra 25€ to do it again and 38€ if, like me, you failed your driving exam the first time around because the examiner was sort of a dick and because no-one actually taught you how to park properly, which they apparently don't in our driving classes.

Sorry, I'm a lottle touchy on the subject. Moving on.

I went to Kohtla-Järve again because I have the worst luck when it comes to drawing tickets for the practical week thing. It was just as russia as the last time and we did mostly the same things, except this time it was sort of a little bit more fun? I guess the company was a bit livelier and there was 60% more alcohol involved, which, not such a good thing.

yeah, there. Have more of my face and pasty white legs, you haven't had any for like half a year.

Like a week or so after that, I went on a school trip with my class and... wait for it... my mother. Yes I took my mother on a class trip. 

For the most part, it  was fine, for other parts, it was a disaster. Not relevant.

The trip took us through Latvia, Lithuania, Poland to Czech land thing. Whatever it is nowadays. Czech republic? Possibly. 

Prague is absolutely gorgeous, 10/10 would recommend. We got to have a couple of midnight walks through the streets of Prague, got a couple of midnight scares and visited the caves of Punkva which are pretty nice but in my opinion, not really worth the ticket money. We saw the old town of Prague and stayed in a very nice hotel.

From there, we drove back through most of Czechland and went to Poland to visit the Auschwitz concentration camps.

Now I will not be including pictures, google it and find for yourself if you really want. I also would like to say that yeah, George Santayana was right in saying "The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again." But I'm quite content remembering from afar. The whole experience was (as it should be) extremely gloomy and made me feel bad for what people are capable of doing. And I, for one, do not like to lose hope in humanity. It makes me feel like everything is pointless and cruel and that visit and even looking at the pictures now, two months later, it makes me feel sad a hopeless and I don't think that should be the point of that place. 

Then we were taken to an absolutely atrocious motel in Poland, where we spent our time like the absolute idiots we are and did things we are not proud of. The next day took us back through Poland, Lithuania and Latvia. We arrived at home around 1 am which was all dandy because my drivers ed thing required me to get on a bus 5am that very same morning to go some ways back to Pärnu. Sleep deprived and starved me then had to drive in wet conditions and learn not to use the hand break on ice. Great.

I got to enjoy home for about two weeks after that, alternately chilling at the countryside, with my sister at Kuressaare and at Orissaare with Martin. Then, I set off again. To Finland for July.

After shedding some tears and being a sentimental sap, I sat in the car with my sister and another day of trying to fool the parking controller and playing a game of "Fuck are we going on the right ship" started. Ended up pretty good though, we did get to where we wanted, with minor complications. I spent the first week with Kaida, babysittig the dogs, sitting on the computer and doing absolutely fuck all. Then on a saturday we took a trip to Vuosaari which is a charming little piece of Helsinki, played a game of "Is this thunderstorm coming here? Naaah, we're gonna be fine", getting absolutely drenched and went to eat in a american restaurant that served the worst burger I have ever met.

My sister will not mind that I added her picture. Probably.

Then, I was sent to help my other sister with babysitting and stuff like that. I was given one day to get used to the baby and that was literally it. But then again I did find that that particular baby was not as scary as I expected. In fact, my little niece is quite, dare I say it, adorable.

That was the first day, it got better after that. I also now have a new appreciation for mothers who are at the store alone, with a baby. We did find time to shop and do the usual (eat), which of course resulted in a cake.

You may already have an inkling that it was not decorated by me. Your inkling is right, the decoration was done by my sister but the cake was mostly me. It was darned good as well. And then I came back after a month had passed.

As soon as I was back, I went from cottage to Kuressaare to Orissaare to Kuressaare again and it was finally time for Kuressaare Maritime days 2013. This year with the added bonus of me and Martin working as volunteers.

If you really squint then I'm the tiny one behind all the people in the third picture. There you go, proof that I was there and sweated like a pig, while doing stuff. 

Since that I've been sitting on my ass, once again, doing nothing. But now my blog has also been updated accordingly and perhaps I will start taking blogging seriously again and you will probably not be delighted to hear all about my final year of high school and the tragedy of Probably Not Getting Into College To Study The Thing I Want To Study. 

Goodday.

-Kels

Rebirth

I'll start blogging again. I swear to god I will. As soon as i find my muses again. darn.

Old debts, weird fucking pictures of me.

So I haven't had a selfie in my blog for a while now. I believe the last ones were about me trying to convince Kairi that I don't look like Adria from stargate and then promptly failing that simple task. Anyway, I have a collection of really weird pictures of me that I'm willing to share because why not.

Now this is a reaaaaallly old debt from fucking August or something. It's when we were in Finland and I, accidentally, managed to ask "Who's Sibelius again?" From that point on, they made sure I posed with every street, house, boat and sculpture named after him. This sign indicates a park named after him. There was also a sculpture but that picture looked terrible so no.

Me, incredibly happy about a pumpkin.

I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing but it's the same pumpkin.

 We bought a new carpet right before christmas. What else was I supposed to do, if not carpet angels? Like, who do you think I am? Anyway, the carpet suffered a fate that, honestly, mom should have foreseen. Namely as soon as my sisters came home, Lucky went straight to the christmas tree (that was partly on the carpet) and decided to take a leak. Onto the carpet. First thing.
Two nights later, I was trying to fall asleep with Pipa on the couch in that room (because both my rooms were taken up by inconsiderate bastard sisters) and suddenly I hear her retching. I spent like two hours cleaning up dog vomit. From the carpet, of course. I am, however, kind of thankful that she didn't vomit in my bed.
The only pet who hasn't tried to ruin the carpet yet is Ella, but that's alright because she got her revenge by peeing in moms bed. Apparently she was really really angry about the dogs taking up 60% of the house.
Gotta love 'em pets, eh?

And finally here's a picture of me sleeping. I have no fucking clue why or when this was taken (well I know when, 9:54 on the 25th of october) but yeah. I think it's me at least.
Sort of looks like me.
Looks like a duck, quacks like a duck...
Must be a duck.

Have an awesome 2013, guys!

-Kels
P.S

Happpy biiirthday to my blogg ( I know I'm 8 days late but to be fair, this is on a queue and I'm writing it on the 4th.)

haaappy biirthday haaappy biirthday, haaappy biirthday to my bloooooog.

Old debts. Christmas.

This is just a filler-post for things I don't know how to categorise.

I have this awesome friend, who has already been mentioned (the very cleverly altered alias, Riine), who decided to make me the most accurate christmas card I have ever ever received.

No, seriously. Just looking at it warms my heart. Also how come everyone I know can draw well? Using that against me is just cruel.
Okay. That card is awesome and I'm having it framed.

Now in other news, my phone started taking its last shuddering breaths couple months back and I begged my sisters to get me a new one for christmas. They did.
me ist now a proud owner of a Nokia Lumia 610.

The hello-kitty addition to it is, again, thanks to Riine who, along with the awesome card of awesomeness, gave me Hello kitty hand cream and shower gel. I'm still trying to figure out wether or not that was a vague jab at my personal hygene. Anyway the hand cream came with that little figurine and I just HAD to attach it to my phone. Specially because I went through the trouble of crocheting a bag for it as well. And
Just see for yourself:

Poor phone, I know. Also excuse the awkward picture angle, I had to take this photo at 3am in terrible indoor lighting because I'm an ass.
Why pink and purple? Well I'd like to counter that with Why the fuck not?
Also if you scroll to the entry about books you see that my nails now awesomely match that. My incredibly pretty, long and fucking fake nails. Khm.

-Kels

Old debts. This is me, marking my territory when it comes to cooking.

I'm not going to explain a whole lot. I'll just post pictures.
Mm
yes.

Chocolate muffins. Too bad I don't have pictures of the finished product with chocolate decorations and everything. All of these ended up as christmas gifts this time around.

An apple pie, american style. I admit to making this in like october or something but better late than never. You gotta admit, it looks fucking fantastic.

Võiroosid. Hand-made from fucking scratch. Yes, I can see the drool running down your chin already.

Homemade pizza. With shit ton of cheese and tabasco sauce and just everything glorious.

Pumpkin muffins. They were so wonderfully moist and tasted like cinnamon and christmas and everything else that's good in the world.

A regular layered cake made of cookies and jam. But it looks so pretty. And it tasted so goooood. Mmmm...

I know it doesn't look like much but it was the richest, most sinful thing we have made lately. A regular cake with custard and Sefiir (don't english-speaking countries have this? Why can't I find a translation. WHY). Fucking sinful.

Now. Have I proved my dominance in the kitchen? Yes? Thankyou.

-Kels

Old debts. Books.

Do you know how much stuff I have to read for school? Do you have any idea? Well I mean, Dostoyevksy with it's Idiot is staring at me right now, so is Anna Karenina and a pile of other things that I'm entirely unenthusiastic about.

This is very nearly what my room looks like. Source

But, regardless, Kairi, that Major Sheep decided to make me the best fucking Christmas present ever. Because she's a shoop. Jfc.

Sheep.

I should have been reading August Mälk. Instead I gnawed my way through Reedetud. Because you are a sheep.

Now, adding to this mindfuckery, I have recently made two completely impulsive purchases (that I don't regret one fucking bit)

Yes. I'm a John Green fangirl. Like if I see one of his books somewhere, you can bet your sweet white, pasty ass I will buy it. I've been wanting both of these books so bad and now that I've got them, I'm going after Will Grayson, Will Grayson.

But, all these pale because there's one book that takes the cake (pun absolutely intended) that I got from my parents for christmas.

This is a fucking bible for me.

No, you don't understand. This stuff is like porn for me. I need to find it in me to rob a bank I guess because otherwise there is no way I can afford all this delicious goodness.

Lord give me time.

Kels

New year, old boring me.

So  the last time I wrote was a long-ass fucking time ago (in a galaxy far, far away) and quite a fucking lot has happened in the meantime.

1.  Just... fucking relationships, man. Dang. I'm not even gonna go into the whole thing. Just. Daaaaaaaaaaaang. Besides Kairi and Patrick (Yay, I managed to talk to Pat again after far far too long) know what I'm talking about and that pretty much covers my readership.
   
   
2. Cabaret.
   None of you non-Saaremaa readers know this, obviously, but in Saaremaa Ühisgümnaasium there is a standing tradition, that the 11th form puts together and preforms a full-length cabaret. (somewhere around 2 hours actually, I haven't got a fucking clue how long a real cabaret is supposed to last)
   Well this year it's us in the 11th form and we have been working our fucking asses off for this.
   
   
   
   I wish I could show you at least something  from my efforts but I think it's too soon to leak any pictures and also there is the little problem of me not having any pictures. But they will come and I will show them to you and you will see that it is glorious. Also videos, if everything goes as planned.
   Anyway. I've been mostly on the techincal (the wardrobe side) of the cabaret but I also take part in two performances. And let me tell you, figuring out and sewing up pretty much all the wardrobes for two separate performances ain't easy.
   Now when I told Kairi this, I could just abouts feeeeeeel her scorn because let's be honest here, about a 100 17 to 18 year olds get together and create a "cabaret". It ain't gonna be pretty or tasteful, amirite? Well no you fucking aren't, we have a fucking respectable school. This is a real thing that's been done 23 years in a row now. Also just to give you some idea that it's an organised event with actual dance numbers, here's the closing can can from last year. (I wish I could show you our's, man. We have been told quite a few times now that's it's pretty amazingly unique and just plain something other.)
   
   
   
   
3. Schewl.
   I go to a biology-oriented class. I have like 4 different biology lessons per week. It was inevitable that we were gonna end up performing a fish-autopsy.
   Let me tell you, dissecting fish is not fucking fun. Most of you may know that already. Also it's one thing to clean a fresh fish, it's something entirely else to dissect one. To one-by-one, in a particular order, cut it up and pull out it's internal organs. In a fucking particular order. And the smell. Our biology lesson was like the third one that day so for the other 5 or 6 lessons, we literally walked around, stinking like fish.
   
   Now here's a fair warning:
   IF YOU ARE FAINT-HEARTED, DO NOT FUCKING CLICK THE LINK OKAY?
   I'm not even kidding, that shit is graphic.
   
   GRAPHIC FUCKING SHIT OKAY
   
   
4. You know what? I'll break this into separate posts and put them on queue. It'll benefit everyone.