Yup! I deleted my account. Completely. It feels good.
Fucking Facebook used to be about 200 times cooler and better before all the applications and the masses joined up.
Now I’m free.
Yay!
Month: June 2008
Lakrits
I’m in a better mood now. I got drunk the other night and bitched about things for a while, now I’m over it.
Tonight I’m eating licorice. Teo came here for summer, too. I even cooked some fatty bachelor chow for him for dinner. He awarded me a thumbs up then ate some cookies that I bought. Good lad.
I gave myself another hack of a hair cut last night. Much better. It actually manages to stay out of my face again. I don’t think I could actually cut it all off these days, I like looking shabby. Maybe I could get it thinned, or something. I have a lot of fucking hair. I’m grateful that a reasonable amount seems to fall out, because if it didn’t then I’d probably have difficulty putting on shirts.
Everyone’s been watching the Euro football cup. I haven’t been paying too much attention but I have sen almost every game, except for the ones that I sleep through under coffee tables or with my head in Marika’s lap. I don’t know how I fit in either position but both were very comfortable.
Marika doesn’t think she has much in common with Alabama. Maybe it was just the fashion sense in which I saw the resemblance. Whatever. I have to watch some more movies, and read more books… As always.
Oh, and read more comics, too.
Happy Jannipäev!
Teary corner
We’ve been getting so many mixed reviews at the moment that it’s doing my head in. To make it worse, people staying here that I know have had a blast aren’t leaving reviews, so it makes things even worse. I’m not sure what I’m meant to do to fix it, either.
It feels fucking hard for me, at the moment. There probably isn’t much anyone can do about it, though.
Unfortunately it just seems to be one of those times where I’ve got plenty of shit on my mind and only a fraction of them are positive.
So, instead, let’s talk about the new Incredible Hulk movie. It’s good. Very different to the first movie (which I actually enjoyed) and overall it did a great fan service with its little nods and winks to readers of the comics. The Avengers tie-in, similar to Iron Man also helped develop a decent bit of saliva. The only thing I didn’t like was Hulk’s lack of strength increase in proportion to his rage, although I realise it probably would have fucked up the plot if it occurred.
I’ve been on a bit of a revived comic binge of late, due to all these lovely movies coming out. I could list them off, but no one would give a shit.
After months of deliberation I finally picked up a few blank DVDs in order to boost up our movie selection. People probably won’t want to watch some of the movies I’ve picked up, but fuck them. I made a crowd pleasing one, kind of. Well, I will. Or something.
So, I watched True Romance (I can’t believe I hadn’t seen it before, although I did know of it. Alabama reminds me too much of Marika, whether or that’s a good or bad thing I don’t know), The Prestige (ok but I believe it to be very overrated), Raging Bull (I’m sure it had more of an impact when it was created, but it just reminded me of Rocky with better acting and worse fights), Futurama: The Beast with a Billion Backs (cute but still has nothing on the show). I still haven’t put on Arrested Development yet. Fuck, no one’s even seen it. Jesus.
Before anyone jumps in on it, yes, I got the movies. I guess I just get more critical about dramas or character-driven plots or something because I don’t actually care too much about other peoples problems. It’s just a simple lack of sympathy and empathy. Tough shit. I’ve got enough to worry about without having to get emotionally involved with fictional characters for 2 hours.
I’m meant to get up soon. I don’t want to. Waah.
Mr Popularity
This site’s been getting a bit of spam lately. I can’t tell whether or not it’s due to my anti-spam plugins being out of date or if I’ve majestically started getting more traffic. Unbelieveable.
Anyway, I made a few updates and now I just have to wait and see.
So, Lucy is having a good time over here. Too bad she has to leave next month some time. Tallinn’s much nicer than Estonia.
Holy shit, wait, I just realised my fucking Estonian slaves are the ones visiting this site. Now they keep asking to see the embarrassing childhood videos of me. Fat chance. 3 days of publicly displayed shame is enough.
Today is meant to be my day off. The first thing I did when I woke up at noon was fix everything that had gone wrong in the last 4 hours. At least I got to sleep in a bed for once. I only dream when I sleep in beds. Probably because it’s the only deep sleep I get, particularly in the basement.
Marika’s playing in the forest listening to Nick Cave. I hope she’s taking drugs as well to complete the experience.
This weekend there’s going to be barely any staff. Everyone’s decided to all fuck off at once. I think we’ll manage but it’ll be a pain in the hole.
Speaking of pains in the hole, Dave came to visit and then pissed off to Vilnius 2 days later with Egle. I still don’t have my Uus key back so I’m a little teary.
We’ve got another volunteer here, Phil. He’s from Australia, of course. He’s a bit older but a really nice guy. I think my favourite thing about him is that he actually gets up really early. Worth his weight in gold.
Goody, I have to take people to Viru later. Fucking Viru. Where’s the bloody repairman for this place, anyway?
Blubitty dub
Normally I would have cleaned the kitchen and dishes by now, tonight I just can’t be fucked.
My weekend was very quiet, a few drinks but nothing interesting. I’ve spent all of the last few days in the hostel, really.
I joined the gym with Tim. Usually we run around kicking a football for an hour or so before we start a workout. I can feel that it has made a difference already. Not that I look bigger, I just ache more. Although, it is a good ache.
We’ve been going every other day, except tonight. The place was already closed by the time we turned up. I’m still wearing my smelly gym pants at the moment, actually. Cheap thrills.
Since we couldn’t get into the gym we decided to make some food, as eating dumplings at EAT seemed a bit excessive due to our lack of exercise. Instead, I bought ingredients for Tim to make a curry. It wasn’t bad. The second course was baked apple pastries with strawberry ice cream. Tasty. Unfortunately the calorie count was probably ten times higher than if I’d just munched on some pelmeenid.
To add to this shocking lifestyle near-change, I’ve begun doing some light stretching in the morning on our balcony. It’s quite nice and peaceful and almost makes getting up early feel worthwhile. Fuck, I hate getting up early.
Dave comes back from Dublin for a few days tomorrow. I wonder if I can get him semi-naked again. In public, that is.
Lucy came to stay for a while, as well. Crazy girl managed to get herself here within 4 days of the idea. I must be convincing at times, or something.
Stupidly, I’ve been showing everyone the home movies my parents sent over on DVD. My chubby fat pale redheaded kid antics are a mild hit. All my worst moments. It’s great that they didn’t actually include anything to be proud of, like how big I looked when I was playing rugby in my early teens. You know, just for a mild ego boost. Ah well.
Where the fuck is Renata? I need someone else to wake up in the mornings instead of me. Bastards.
Bob Dylan – more boring to be him or watch him?
Yes, I saw Bob Dylan play last night at the Saku Suurhall. I saw his left side. Yep. He faced the band for the entire concert. At least the band looked at the crowd. He didn’t acknowledge the audience at all, not even a hello. After 2 hours of slurring and rambling indecipherable lyrics of dramatically re-arranged old songs he simply announced the name of his bandmembers, took a bow with them and then left the stage without so much as a goodbye.
Ok, fine, so I understand that it would be pretty tiresome to continually perform the same songs for 50-odd years. It’d be even harder to remain enthusiastic about it. What shits me is that he’s a prick. Perhaps he’s always been like that. Whatever.
The music sounded good, I have to say. The band was fine and all. Too bad no one understood anything he said all night. The general consensus of all the people I went with was “underwhelming”.
I admit, I’m not the greatest Bob Dylan fan. I only really wanted to go because I wanted to see him before he died and I figured doing it over here would be fun in itself. Sure, I’m glad overall that I did it. It just wasn’t awe-inspiring.
Lou Reed is coming here soon as well. I was considering seeing him as well since he’s probably gonna kick the bucket soon. Meh. He can’t be much better.
Actually, seeing bands live is really shit unless you’re a bona fide, die-hard fan. At least in my experiences. Maybe I’m just not a big live music person, but I always get bored and start falling asleep. Maybe it’s to do with not always being up the front, close to the stage. No, I think I have to be a fan of the music and up the front in order to stay awake and wholly enjoy the music.
Drama unfolds
The police came around to the Monk’s on Friday asking for business registration papers. Apparently it’s not allowed to do certain things in apartment buildings. I don’t know much about it, but Hugo does. Anyway, they’re checking all the places in town now it sounds like. I’m not looking forward to that.
Still, things should work out fine. It’s just a little worrying at the moment.
Apart from that, I’m very sleepy (as usual). Marika has what is hopefully her final exam for now on Tuesday. I’m sure she’ll pass, she’s a good girl.
Fuck it. Too lazy today to write anything. I’ve been drinking a bit these last weeks. Summer is coming, after all. Memories are hazy. I can’t even speak English any more.
I can’t, actually. It’s regressed since I’ve been staying over here. Oh well. Maybe I sound a little bit cuter.
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