It may come as a shock to anyone that has bothered to keep me as a friend on lj that I can still type after a long long hiatus. I have been reading everyone else's blogs with great intensity and fondness ( Read more... )

I got this time waster from Carmen and its wonderful!! Thanx Carmax !

Instructions: Put your music player of choice on shuffle. Write down the first line of the first twenty songs which come up, in order. The 21st line is the title.

The men were here to get your Belgian things

Ghost, ghost I know you move with in me

I’m the same as I was when I ( Read more... )

Last week there was what, by American standards, would be considered a blizzard in Tartu. It was amazing. Kids were digging tunnels and travelling via sled pulled by parents/reluctant older siblings ( Read more... )

St.Paddy’s Week, Easter Weekend and the Monday Which Followed

This past week has been really low key. Well…sort of.

On Monday I had a bomb-ass St.Paddy’s day party. My flat was packed and there was Flogging Molly blasting, people doing blow job shots and even people playing beer pong on a door that was taken off its hinges. It was amazing ( Read more... )

Is it stupid to think that as I throw my body from place to place in a mad dash for independence and the fulfilling of my wanderlust, that my heart would not go with me? That it wouldn’t pound in my chest and press against my sternum like high heels caught in cobblestones.

That my heart would wander.

It should be no wonder.

That it has ( Read more... )

It was Women's Day yesterday. I spent the day going out to Peispi Lake (insert Pepsi vs. Coke joke here) with a group of Polish girls who are amazing. I came back to Tartu a few hours later and worked and worked. Then around 10, I got dressed up. While making plans via Skype while standing in a "assume the position stance a la Secretary", Marco ( Read more... )

M ( Read more... )

So last night I had the pleasure of having a meal cooked for me by an living walking cooking Italian stereotype ( Read more... )

I am liking it, dare I say loving it here in Tartu. Even with all of the awkward boney elbows and knooby-knees conversations that come with meeting new people, I can already tell that this place is special. That it is true magic, not simply illusions, though there are plenty of bright lights here to distract for easy slide-of-the-hand. It is hard ( Read more... )

Quick note on the LDL.
There have been times when I can’t quite fathom how I got here. It’s as if I’ve gotten punch drunk but some how still managed to get the big flashy belt. I wonder if they make special boxer-jeans with belt loops big enough so that you can wear that belt around. Gallagher or Carrot Top probably have a few pairs.
When I was a kid ( Read more... )