Why not to blog? The weather is exactly as good as you would hope it to be on the most important summer event in Estonia. It's raining heavy. It's about 13 degrees (or as my mother said: hey you can go out without the gloves, it's so warm!) Everything is super, the meat we prepared for grilling is swimming in a nice little pool. None of us has any cash and our credit card limits are full. There isn't going to be anything on TV as everybody are supposed to sit out all night long and lit huge fires and stuff. Everything is so lovely. I love it all.
Maybe it's because I put my Marley cd's on and there's smoke coming out of my nostrils.
Very lovely.
What's the point in getting depressed about it all...we all knew perfectly well it would rain & I just noticed what a lovely carpet I have in my room here at my parents place. Why couldn't we all just stay in and praise the carpets.
Tomorrow...or the day after tomorrow...or anyway someday during the summer I'm gonna stop by at some shop where they sell curtains and stuff. I want to restyle my apartment. This time a little more ethnic style...something like Africa. As I'm probably going to be lying on my kitchen floor 90% of the summer. I even moved my speakers there 'cause moving them back and forth to my room and to the kitchen while being drunk may cause some serious damage both to me and the speakers. So let them be there in the kitchen.
I opened the fridge yesterday and wow, I had 2 eggs and mustard. Good, I love mustard.
I would love if people would chill through my place and put some stuff into the fridge. Preferably food. I once read about a man who killed a girl and put her hands into his fridge. Not so nice.
I took the train yesterday evening and I was dressed weird as usually...I had this big light green sweater with a hood and then green-white-yellow legwarmers and a huge yellow bag and these really weird orange leopard print sunglasses and huge wooden bracelets (my bro brought from south africa) and this little wooden necklace which my parents brought me from Brazil, made by the indians. And of course heavy water-pipe smell all around me like an invisible cloud (but a cloud that never rains down! Sun shining always, rainbows!) and I listened to reggae real' loud. People kinda stared at me. I moved my glasses to my nose and blinked to a boy sitting right next to me. I swear I could see how saliva moved down his adams apple.
I am not scared of many things and most of the time I feel that life is beautiful and why not show it to others, even if they think you're weird or hitting on them. It makes me laugh.
In Italy I got so many friends. Whereever I went, people were supernice and I just couldn't stop laughing or smiling. I hopped around like a maniac and I was interested in everything and lotsa stuff made me happy. A lot of people said I give them energy and this was just the nicest thing you could probably tell me. Like, what an honour, to give somebody energy. By saying it they gave ME so much of it too! And I really am a person who wants to show only positive emotions.
I didn't have any reasons to feel bad and whenever I did, I just smiled and kept saying to myself that I'm above this shit, I feel great, I feel wonderful. And I did.
As soon as I got back I started making new plans to go to Napoli again. I just have to see those people again! Amazing! And they haven't forgotten me either. It is just so freaking lovely to know that there is a place where a bunch of people say they really WANT to see me again and they can't wait!
Im listening to a song called Bald Head Jesus and it's fucking good. XD
Time to go on with the constant Food Fest!
Ciaociaociao
I promise I will post a normal blog someday too, about what Ive done and so on, but right now I just don't have time.
Chill !
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And I just want you to know, I'm a rainbow too!
Monday, 23 June 2008
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