By yours truly.
It’s awesome.
Homemade Pumpkin Soup
food and cooking
Twit to wit
Yeah, I re-registered my Twitter account. Follow it if you like. It’ll be like this blog but even more concise. I might put a stream up here, too.
Gym was hard today. I feel a bit weak. Perhaps I should have some more protein powder as that surely helps give me strength. Like a proton pill for Roger Ramjet.
I’m listening to a Thunderheist album at the moment and after 1 song I think it’s good. Since I’m very fickle my opinion may change at any moment.
Last weekend I picked up Psychonauts and Beyond Good & Evil from Steam as they were on sale. They’re console ports but they’re reasonably well done and I find the games to be rather enjoyable. Psychonauts is definitely worth the purchase and deserves more praise and hype than it seems to have received. It has good review scores but I think it went over the heads of most gamers as it looks more like a children’s game… It’s not.
Tim is going to make chicken with potatoes and … mango curry? I can’t remember. On Monday I made burritos for everyone and we farted like there was no tomorrow. I even went to Levist with Tim and Marika for a gin and tonic. A dry gin and tonic.
In other news, I feel like having a fight.
Tartu break
Yeah. I made it down to Tartu again for the first time since November. Marika’s very pleased. She managed to convince me to run away for a few days.
She’s moved into the bigger room of the flat. Looks good. The balcony is especially useful for providing fresh air. Unfortunately the floor-bed still kills my back while I sleep so I feel like an old cripple when I wake up in the morning.
Today we’re meant to go visit the toy museum. I’ve been trying to get to it for about a year and a half now and never been able to manage. Mum and dad will be jealous of me this afternoon.
Unfortunately I’ll probably miss two sessions at the gym this week. Never mind. I don’t want to look too good too fast, after all. I just wish my skin didn’t feel so dry. It feels like I’m shedding, or something. Disgusting.
Empire:Total War is pretty cool. It does indeed have long loading times but the game itself runs smoothly, although I do have everything set to minimum. I could probably up the details a bit but I don’t really see the point. It’s definitely a more complex and challenging game than the previous releases. I find even the starting campaign scenarios are difficult to manage if you don’t have a steady plan from turn one.
Last Friday a few of us went to a concert in Juuksur. We missed the main band but caught the second act, which was Rumour is News. I’ve seen them before and, well, they’re alright. A little boring perhaps. Marika was enraged that they didn’t play Flex Your Muscles during the set and they refused to even after she ran up to the stage to request it. She wanted this American girl that was drinking with us to hear it. Such is life.
On Saturday we made bread. Well, Marika did in Kea’s bread machine that Hugo bought her that she never used. He then gave it to me to put in the hostel. It’s like following a coin around, really. Raisin bread! It was fucking tasty. I’m too lazy to make more myself at the moment, but I will probably attempt to soon enough.
My hair is fluffy.
Huge guns
I was so fed up with myself for being a pathetic weakling after 6 months in the gym. To remedy this, I decided to actually get a bit serious. I now write down all the exercises that I do each session and have altered my diet appropriately.
In the last 2-3 weeks I’ve begun to feel a lot better, have lost some weight and can see that I’m actually beginning to make genuine progress in the gym. I’m glad I’ve finally started doing things this way, I’m just frustrated it took me this long to begin.
My Baltic Tour is starting to come together. We’re really not as prepared as we should be after this long, for various reasons. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if we didn’t already have some potential business! There’s nothing like instant pressure to get things done. Hopefully we won’t fuck anything up with these first few clients and then we’ll be underway.
There are not many staff left in the hostel. Hugo’s started working almost every day, fortunately. He even did his first night shift last night. I don’t think the door bell rang once, so it doesn’t count. Ha. We haven’t had a big group of Spanish students stay here for a few weeks, so I’m not feeling ultra-negative at the moment. What luck!
Eagle 8 came back from Keri island with short blonde hair. I didn’t recognise her at first. It looks good. Nice one. I’m half tempted these days to cut all my hair off, too. I still like having it a bit longer, though. I feel like i look like a viking.
Unfortunately, I soon won’t look like a viking. I’m going to have a sauna and cut off my beard. I wish I hadn’t lost the power pack for my beard trimmer. Now I have to borrow Tim’s hair clippers all the time (or just shave more frequently). Fucking hair. Bah.
Turns out Darkfall is pretty useless. Well, it impressed me a lot more when I first read about it compared to when I first saw it in action. I suppose that’s normal, really, but still. The fighting looks like a knife fight in any other FPS game and nothing at all like a game that has been designed from the ground up for 8 years specifically for melee PVP.
Oh yes, I should mention that the Granny Smith apples that are imported here from France are tops. I’ve been annoying everyone by constantly pointing out that they were originally cultivated in Eastwood. I just began eating one when Anna stole it. Now she’s standing around talking some moonspeak language into her phone and not giving it back. Fucking slavs.
This is what happened today
I woke up around 11 with a hangover and feeling sweaty under my blanket. My hair looked funny, too. We’d had a party for Val’s birthday the night before and I drank mostly red wine.
That wasn’t an altogether unfamiliar experience and neither was my stomach being bloated and flabby and my bitch tits slapping around under my arms.
Getting up wasn’t too fun. Fortunately Tim was kind enough to provide me with a fruit smoothie and a bowl of muesli for breakfast along with a cup of tea. I also got to play with Roosi. She still keeps demanding to see Marika.
Tim even made a tasty vegetable soup for lunch without burning it!
Sounds alright so far, doesn’t it?
I worked on some stuff for My Baltic Tour with Hugo and Pete emailed us a possible site redesign. Woohoo.
Somehow it became 6 pm and we decided to go to the gym. I then became wholly disgusted at how miserably weak I have become. I was stronger when I first went to the gym with no training compared to today. I also felt like I looked devastatingly round around the waist. Even the cardio session nearly caused me to faint.
To make myself feel better I decided to cook some good food. Chicken, onion, mushrooms, potatoes, capsicum, peas, corn, green beans and kidney beans! It was fantastic. Well, pretty much.
Unfortunately, I slipped in the ice on the way back and nearly fell. This sudden movement apparently caused the bottom of the grocery bag to split and all my purchases went flying across the road. Hurrah.
To make it worse, Hugo saw it happen. I then had to hold a gate open for him in the cold until he could drive his van out and away. I tried waving goodbye to Roosi but she just looked at me funny.
I finally returned to our kitchen and promptly embedded a small sliver of glass into my foot that took Maarja about 5 minutes of digging around with needles and tweezers to remove. She was kind enough to put a bandage on my bloody cut.
The food tasted really good, though.
I’ve decided that I will indeed research some proper nutrition and weight training. I’m sick of looking exactly the same as I did 8 months ago when I first joined the gym. This sucks.
Chili con carnYEAH
Anna-Lotta just brought around some fucking awesome chili. Hot as hell and loaded with flavour. My mouth is burning, my belly is smiling and my arsehole is quivering in fear.
I want some more! That was the only thing that has happened today so far that didn’t suck.
Where’s Heli? Aren’t you meant to be here now? Lazy bastard.
The gym was alright. I feel so much weaker only after one week. I guess my bad diet over the weekend didn’t really help. At least I did some cardio for once. I’ve decided I’m just going to lift lower weights a lot more frequently in the (probably vain) attempt to enhance my muscle endurance.
Of course, I have no idea if that is the right thing to do at all. I’m just too lazy to read some proper literature on the subject. I think I fear that if I start I will spend about 6 hours going over information. This isn’t such a bad thing. Unfortunately, I am a bad thing.
I flossed my teeth earlier, now one of them hurts. What the fuck?
Happy Tuesdays
Hostel is empty and someone left brie, English cheddar, salami, three beers and a whole bag of those “healthy” crackers behind in the fridge.
I ask you, does it actually get any better?
Possibly. Improbably.
Unfortunately I’m also going to go to the gym. I haven’t been for nearly a week and I’ve had a big weekend. Big in both drinking and eating. Now I’m big too. 15kg heavier than Tim, in fact. Too bad I’m a 103kg weakling. Lucky I’d had a haircut.
Christmas Eve and I'm bored shitless
So it’s the 24th now, technically. I have nothing interesting to do on my laptop, so I’m complaining about it here.
As far as I know, this day is the day of celebration for the natives over here. How quaint. None of them are days of celebration for me, but I still spend money on people to make them feel happier.
Apparently I have to cook a “traditional Australian Christmas lunch/dinner” for the 25th. I don’t even know what the fuck that could be, let alone where to find any ingredients over here that would remotely resemble “Australian food”.
I even asked one of my many compatriots that happen to be residing here over the holiday season. They don’t know what constitutes Down Under cuisine either.
Halfway through my now-expired holiday I began growing a hearty beard. I’ve shaved the skin around it three times since it began sprouting. I confess I enjoy letting my moustache tickle my lips when I think no-one is looking.
My parents sent me new shoes! They’re red and fruity, like me. I gave away my sole pack of Tim Tams to Marika’s mother as a present and am slowly devouring my way through a bag of Cherry Ripes. Alright.
Chefknob
Marika and I made roast lamb yesterday. It was actually good. I’ll be sure to try it again the next time I sacrifice one to the gods.
On Saturday we had a little party at Jim’s new apartment. It’s in the same building as Pete’s old place. Almost the same layout. Nifty. Pilly, Tim and myself polished off a litre of gin rather easily, on top of a few beers. It was surprising that I felt so good the next day, especially considering that I ate McDonald’s for lunch. Marika and I stayed in kala maja that night. Then we had our Sunday roast.
It was Elizabeth’s 6-month birthday yesterday, so we had cake and martinis, too. She’s a cute little dribbler. Amazingly enough, she’s one of the few babies that actually seems to like me. Huzzah!
Now I’ve returned to the old town and someone is playing Saw on the big screen, so I’m listening to it in the background. It’s still kind of creepy. I remember the first time I watched it was with palmy at his place. We sat together in the basement in the dark, shit scared. If only we held each other.
I think I should clean something. I think I should rejoin the gym, too. :/
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.
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