I�m sitting in my room on the bed, I put one of my Elvis Presley cd�s on. It�s in the middle of the night, my favourite part of those long and horrible 24 hours I have to live through everyday. Nah, they aren�t that horrible�
There�sa flie somewhere in the room. It�s flying round constantly and making this annoying zumZUMzum voice.
I tried to clean a bit. I managed to put some jewelry and make up away. I�m so sad I lost my favourite earrings in the club a couple of weeks ago. It was funny because I told my friend that night in the club: AAaaa one of my earrings is gone! And she was like�omg�poor you! Wait�erm�I�ve lost my earrings too!! XD We looked at everybody suspiciously. There were a lot of middle-aged egiptian men, all named Ahmed (I bet they all have jewelry shops in Egypt�now I know how they get new supplies), so we took off soon. I told the cleaning lady that hey�if you find the earring then put it somewhere. She was very nice, told me that yes, yes of course. She even took a close look at the one I still had, so she really listened to me and wanted to help.
I remember in Turkey, in Alanya, I went to a jewelry shop. Its name was something like �Ahmed, Muhamed & brothers� (guess they third and fourth bro didn�t get names because their mother was all out of ideas) and I bought a pair of earrings from there. White gold. Extremely beautiful,covered with litte stars (which I happen to like because of a particular reason). I had to fill in some blanks there, about my name and my address and stuff. And can you believe it, some months later, during christmas, I got a broschure from there! In estonian! :D The spelling mistahes were horrible. Double letters almost everywhere, not to mention the way they wrote �Merry Christmas�. Ahaha�but it was super nice.
It was 2 years ago�and this christmas I got a postcard from them! ? The grammar was a lot better, I noticed only one mistake. ? But yeah, it�s definately lovely of them to remember me. :D (I bet Muhamed has a picture of me on his fridge)
I talked to my dog earlier. I feel with her we have the most normal conversation that I have during the day with...basically anyone. It�s mainly because I�m the only one who does the talking (ahahah). She�s so sweet. I like to put my cheek next to hers and close my eyes. I feel her little honest, always positive heart beating and I turn calm and the worries of the world fade a bit.
Today I was seriously thinking about ending some of my relationships. With some people. I think and feel that we shouldn�t be in eachother lives anymore.There is just no point. My heart is tired. We have nothing to talk about. Actually we have a lot to talk about, at least I always do. But I�m tired of listening to that persoon. Makes me always feel a bit down.
Oh cool, the flie is sitting on the ceiling, quite calmly. If I�d have a camera here, I could make a documentary for the Animal Planet or Discovery Channel: �The idle life of a flie�. I bet it would be a smash hit. I can actually even picture people going to the cinema to see it. Children talking at school �Hey let�s go to see that flie movie! I wanted to buy a pair of jeans, but who need jeans when you can see a movie of a flie!�
Maybe I could get Johnny Depp to dub it. Maybe I could film Johnny Depp while his dubing it. Maybe I could add some clips of Depp into the film. Maybe I could skip some flie parts. Maybe I could skip ALL the flie parts and just have a film about Johnny Depp saying: ZUMzumZUM� For 2,5 hours. Nah, let�s make it 3,5�hey, come on�Lord of the Rings was pretty long too!
There�s a raindear on my bed.
LOL that sounded wrong XD ahaha. It�s a small one�LOL, that sounded wrong too. Can you imagine a reindear just kinda chillin� on my bed? :D Anyway, it�s a plush toy I got from Canada. Yep, I was on some kind of a forum of a russian metal band, pretty famous too, I liked their tracks. And the guy said that when he was a little boy then his grandpa used to bring them bitter chocolate from Estonia (the chocolate factory Kalev, is old, famous and really good in here!) and it was like a childhood memory for him. So I said, what�s the problem, I�ll send you some. And I did. I sent like 20 bars. XD He was super happy and in return he and his wife sent me the toy. It�s really pretty.
I like leopard print. It can be wore in a really slutty way, or then really stylishly. I hope I fall into the second category, ahaha. I have many many accsessories with leopard print.
I should probably go to sleep because I have nothing specific to write about. But I hardly ever have anyway.
The things that are in my mind are too personal to be written on the internet, although these are the things that want to come out the most, and that most need to be written about. If I ever make a secret blogger account somewhere, then the name will consist of something to do with brynettes. Then nobody will understand that it�s me, because I am a true hearted blond. And I love it. That�s me. No matter actually what the colour is�whether I�d be a blonde or a readhead, but at the moment I�m blonde and� just�it�s me. Plus I still intend to put together a decent mob in Sicily. I�ll be the Blonde-Mafia boss of course. I�ll wear black leather and animal print and high heels. And people will mix me up with the local transsexuals! XD XD XD
When I was in Italy, then me & my friend (who is rather tall, but I�m not so short either when I wear heels) went to a club. Or as they call it �disco. And we noticed a certain similar pattern in every disco � all the blonde and tall ones were in fact men dressed as women. So all hetero-sexual men looked at us really carefully, they didnt believe we were real woman. Because women have to be short, hairy and dark haired.
I could write so much about that trip. It was the funniest trip I have ever hard. Oh my god what crazy things we did!!! :D Like�one night we sat in the car of 2 strangers, 2 local Ciros. And we drove to a disco. The guys basically kept repeating �mammamia� the whole time. They couldn�t believe that we actually agreed to go with them. They were really pretty and I was like��Are you talking to me?! Are you sure??� :D I saw drool dripping from the corner of their mouthes. The guy who had asked us to chill with them was the one who was driving now, and he was constantly looking at the rear-way mirror at me. We had drank italian wines before (we bought them from a wine cellar that we had visited in the afternoon). God, I still remember the taste of the raisin wine. It was a rather strong and specific taste�and it literally burnt my throat. Anyway, we were sitting in the car and�here�s another thing I have to mention before I go on.
Buddy! In estonian we call it �SEMU�.
My first acquaintance with buddy was a couple of years ago when I went with 2 families to Finland, to Himos, to do some mountain-skiing. We went by ship and on the ship me, my bro and his girl,were walking along the corridor when my bro suddenly saw some postcards on the wall. They were free and everybody could take as many as they wanted. On the postcard was the name of the ship and under it a Picture of SEMU :D With his �lovely� smile. Semu is a show host during the evenings on that ship :D My bro started laughing and said: shit, that�s sick, I�ll take some and send them to my friends at work!
So now�we went to Italy with my beautiful blonde and tall friend, but also, first we went to Finland by ship. And I noticed the postcards on the wall. This time they looked even creepier. Semu was in close up with his microphone. I showed it to my friend and we practically died laughing. I was about to take one or 2 cards, when my friend, maniacally laughing, took about 35. :D :D I was like, woah shit, I�ve got to take some more too! And we stuffed the postcards into our bags. So after that�whereever we went, we always took some of the postcards with us�we gave them to people�we stick them on walls..left them in restaurants. Everywhere.
Also I must add that after Italy, we made a promise that we will take Semu to all the other trips too. So here he is, in a restaurant in France. I'll add pictures of him reading a french dictionary and standing before the eiffel tower soon too! :D
When we arrived at the hotel in Italy, then we made an altar of them above the bed.
And every morning we woke up and the postcards had fallen down and then we left because we were always in a hurry in the mornings�and when we came back then the cleaning ladies had put all the cards back above the bed. XDXD And back in Estonia, I cut the postcard smaller and glued SEMU to my school-diary.
(notice the bunny-ears, ahahahahahahaha :D )
We had this special sentence to go with the card to: �EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE ALRIGHT!� :D It was because of the smile. Whenever we had a hangover in Italy, or we felt shit because of the estonians who embarassed us during the trip, then we showed eachother the card and said: �K�ik saab korda!� :D And then we looked at that smile�it�s like..full of confidence, yet so freaky and warm�I don�t know XD It�s crazy!
Now we were sitting in the car, super carefree and very giggly because of the wines�and we had two beautiful guys sitting infront of us�and I looked at my friend, and�this moment I will always remember! She had this crazy smile on, eyes closed�she looked like this--- XD ...And she was with her elbows deep in her bag, and she just pulled out pictures of buddy and threw them behind her back. Just in a random direction all over the back window. :))
And the guy who in the first seat, next to the driver, he looked back and said with a huge smile: Che cosa? Che cosa?
And I laughed and laughed. He pulled one of the cards from my friends hands and looked at it for some time. He raised his head and had this really surprising look on his face: �Your boyfriend?�
AHAHAHAHAHA we laughed so hard that I thought I�ll get an heart attack or pee my pants. It would have been a beautiful death though. Next to such an incredebly lovely friend, practically a soulsister to me. Not �practically�, she IS. ! In beautiful Italy�in a little car with bello bello italianos�. :D The peeing part wouldn�t have been so beautiful of course. XD Rather embarrasing actually. XD
When I come to think of it then�at the disco�I bet Ciros� must have felt pretty uncomfortable because all the other men thought they were with transsexuals. XD ahahahaha
Yeap, we had so much fun, and we were so stupid and did things that would make people hide their faces from the society for 15 years. But I don�t regret anything. I would do almost everything exactly the same. Because although most of the things were childish � I AM childish and I am proud of it. I don�t wanna turn into an old crumpy whining old lady.
The flie has gone to sleep. I should do the same. I still think the documentary thing is a good idea. What could be more interesting that a sleeping flie? I dunno..for sure not reading my blog.
I have so much about more to write..for instance MI CASA and the Dove shampoo thing...and chiaua's :D But I don't know how my trip-partner feels about it. :D So let's just give it a rest for a while.
Ciao :D
ps. A big request to anyone who (by accident) reads this blog-- if u ever happen to be on a ship called "Viking Line" then please grab as many semus' as u can (maybe even the original one :P ) and contact me through this blog! :D I'd really want some more postcards as I only have a few...
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