Snow and Cottage Cheese, the Secret Life of

I just dropped a needle on my crotch. No, seriously. A needle. Fortunately it was pointing up and did not pierce my pants. That would have been sort of… painful, I guess. *is tired and has the dumb*

I recently discovered my life has become full of little things to tell and discuss, things to write about and just notice. I have my jaw trouble, for example, and the snow storm that hit the country a few days ago, school is always a good subject, too.

I have made numerous observations of the philosophical kind lately, mainly because of the snow and the beauty it brought with itself. I do not only mean the storm with this, because we had some modest snowfall before that. I was waiting for the bus last Friday when I noticed how beautiful the snow looked, spread out on the branches of the dark tree branches. White on black, something young and virgin and fragile touching hands with a most endurable, silent watcher above the humans that walk by under it every day. At that particular moment I found it miraculous how the world has given us both things we can rely on to persist through most of the storms of life and history, and things fragile and evanescent that disappear soon after we’ve had time to acknowledge their existence, but always return, even if for the briefest moment.

Poetic, much, not.

Why the hell don’t the English/Americans/whoever have a word for ‘kohupiim’? There is ‘cottage cheese’, I know, but it completely fails at grasping the real essence of what I am actually talking about right now. It’s a (sweet(, or tasty at the least)) thing that you make from milk, it looks a LITTLE bit like cottage cheese and feels a LITTLE bit like cottage cheese in my mouth, but it. Is. Not. Cottage Cheese. It’s kohupiim! Argh! And another word the English should invent in the near future, because it is one of the best things a human being can eat during its petty, impermanent existence, is ‘kohuke’, or some equivalent of it. Because it is made of our special kind of cottage cheese that is not really cottage cheese. It is a bar of (not)cottage cheese wrapped in chocolate, it sometimes has jelly or other cool stuff inside and is about the best food EVUR. EVUREVUR.

And with that I am done. Capish. Time for bed. Bedtime. Almost midnight. One more day and then it’s weekend and I will be off to Tartu to learn about biology and be generally totally awesome in my own not-awesome way. I pwn everyone at failing to be awesome. Yeah.

So good night, everyone. I hope this was not the least informing.

Triinu

P.S. My thumb hurts. I have been sewing for two hours.

P.P.S. Hah. I’m just going to call the tasty Estonian thing (not)cottage cheese. We have cottage cheese, you know, and the thing I talked about is not it. As you probably already realized…

Don’t Eat Peanuts, They’re Poisoned

I’m tired as hell and it’s just about bed time for me, but I thought I’d stop by and say hi in case someone should miss me, which is unlikely. I’m not good at making people miss me. Or prefer my company to anyone else’s for that matter.

In real life it’s the other people that do most of the talking, not me. Maybe that’s why this blog is so self-centered. Nobody listens to me in reality so I have to make an Internet page do it for actual people. Sweet, huh? Well, people do listen to me actually, but strangely enough it tends to happen when I have the least to say. At the moments when it is all I want to do to just sit or walk or be in silence or talk about something that would spark an actual conversation and an exchange of ideas the other person just goes on a rant and won’t stop.

Gagh.

And I never tell them anything about it, of course. Because I’m afraid to insult them or hurt their feelings. Yay me!

Oh, and I managed to get angry at my phone a while ago. For no apparent reason.

I’m thinking about writing a post about polar bears, because I figured out recently what makes me obsess over them, and they’re probably just a small scale representation of my biggest obsession of all. But that I will save for later. ; P

P.S. Still sleep deprived. I could barely get out of bed today. But I did it! Hah! Take that, world!

P.P.S. Did you know that polar bears have two layers of fur and their hair is actually transparent and hollow inside? The latter explains how some polar bears held in captivity in zoos get green fur. *snickers*

Sleep Deprivation and Other Fun Stuff

It has been a while since I last wrote anything in this blog, so here goes me being all tired and stressed, but generally happy.

I’ve been strangely sleep deprived these last few days. I am not exactly sure what is causing the stress I’m under (school is not even half as horrible as it used to be), but it is there and it keeps me from getting any proper sleep. As tired as I may be at the end of the day, I simply cannot fall asleep when I go to bed. I keep thinking over everything that happened during the day, everything that is going to happen tomorrow, and – in the name of all that’s holy and unholy – my stupid goddamned characters always find that particular time to be the best to start talking to me. They arrive and wave, sometimes even jump up and down on the spot just to let me know they are there and they have something HUGELY important to tell me. They reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyREALLY need to talk to me RIGHT NOW!!!!!111one. And what about, you might ask? (Well, I’m sure you don’t, but that will not stop me.) About some friggin dress that they want to wear to a friggin party where they will friggin show how friggin politically important and fashionable they can friggin be at the same friggin time. Friggin.

Yeah.

Well, I cannot really be angry at my characters for telling me these things, because they might prove important later on, but must they really pick the most inconvenient time out of them all to come and tell me those things? Argh, I tell you!

Well, now that I have got that out of my system, it is time to move on to what I really came here to say. And what I really came here to say is that I read from some smart website that keeping a journal to write down everything that has happened during the day to get it out of my head might be a good idea. So I thought I should try to get some thoughts out of my head. I sincerely doubt I am going to start writing every single day, but I do feel I should do it more often. Just in case.

I hate how much I use ‘I’. I am such an egomaniac.

Aren’t we all?

: )

Nighty.

P.S. Not going to read this one over. So yeah. It is probably half way there to Horribleville.

First and foremost…

… this is my first blog post in English in a long time. A very long time. When I last stopped blogging in English it was because I was embarrassed of myself writing so horribly. My vocabulary was nonexistent. It still is.

…

That was just a little side note, before I get started with what I actually wanted to say.

(Not that anybody, besides some poor souls who accidentally happened to stumble across this page due to the evilness of the almighty wordpress.com, is going to read this anyway, because I haven’t told anybody I made a new blog. I haven’t had the chance yet, as this blog was born about 5 minutes ago. But you can never be sure. There might be readers. There might always be readers, even if there aren’t any readers. Because the readers are always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to devour the first piece of writing they see with their critique and disapproval… I should shut up, shouldn’t I.)

That being said, I’m going to get to the bottom of why I am making this post, because it’s late and I have to get up early tomorrow. And even earlier the day after.

Then again, I should just go to bed now. If I waste any more time I’m going to lose precious minutes of sleep.
That’s right. I’m leaving. But just in case I should come back tomorrow (FYI – tomorrow will happen in about 10 minutes), I’ll write this down as a reminder if I should feel like finishing what I started here: something about expressing oneself in a foreign language, the pains and rewards of it and such (I’m Estonian).

So good night for now. *waves to herself*