Now, moi, as always, the extremely personal and intriguing (read: long-winded) diary version.
I spent the beginning of the week spending all the money I don't really have. And, actually, I spent a lot of time at school... unbelievably. Thank god I did, Doris realised that my british passport expires in 20 days.... and here I am, planning my trips with no passport. Oopsidaisy. Tuesday was rather depressing actually. I sat with a friend and we discussed all our mutual problems, and not so mutual problems. And then she said the sweetest thing- that when her mom had heard that my mum had moved.. she had had a panic attack, worrying about how to help me/us. I was so touched... we've never had very close family friends here, just parents friends and my friends, and no family. It suddenly felt like I had some support too. And of course, i did the girly thing- tears sprung to my eyes... but you know, i kind of push down my own problems and fears, because I can't be weak.. if I am, there's no one to hold me up. If i think about it, it does still hurt... but not in the way that i feel abandoned. I really miss the good times we had.. the bad times I can live without, but recently, there had been a lot of good times. And my dad is DEFINITELY not the person to talk about guy problems with. He is a guy, which is the reason I understand them relatively well. And I've always gotten along better with him than my mother... But this is the guy who is also starting up a dating life (which I want NOTHING to do with) but Tallinn is a small place... and I'm desperately frightened that whatever I do, he's going to find out about it somehow. I mean, it's not that I do anything that outrageously terrible, but it's rather embarrasing when you find out you've spent the last half hour eyeing up one of your dads friends from cricket!!!!! Slightly off the topic of mum, but I think you've all gathered that I miss her. I will call her later...

Ahaa, of course, the news::::: I've made a conscious decision to take singing lessons again from next september, when I get back. And rejoin a choir. For those who don't know my dirty little secret.... I stopped going. Everyone I told looked at me with this *shock shock horror horror* face and I felt sooooo guilty. It's been my one hobby that has any base whatsoever. Horsebackriding for 5 years was... well, interestnig, but no more. Let's see... what else have I done? Tennis, Soccer, art classes...there have been so many things, and they run the gamut from yoga to mechanics and I sucked at all of them. Enjoyed them, but sucked nonetheless. ok, maybe not that bad either.... but not gifted. I take inspiration from someone who seems to have found the ideal solution to some of his problems:



Heads up to Froggy darling, who has figured out one thing he really wants to do. If only we all had something to aim for!


Seeeeee, I even put it in the middle :D! It's something to be THAT proud of.


And to my ever wonderful shopping partner: Lie, honey... it's not the end of the world that he's gone for a while. It's ok to be depressed about it though. Just remember- shopping can ease the pain! ;) MUSI OLED.


Right, muchachos. Hello Friday.