Yet another announcement of a blogger with a book deal. It leads me to contemplate, yet again, whether I should clean up my act (and my blog) to create something worth reading. This, until now, has been the whining antics of a girl in the last years of teendom. Should I follow the masses who are being mature and writing worthwile sentences? Or should I continue in my old ways, merely writing out my day-to-day meanderings and thoughts? Let me chew on that for a while. Meanwhile...

I gave up the idea of my parents sitting behind one table for my graduation dinner. I couldn't bear the thought of an icy cold dinner at a really nice restaurant. I'd rather go to McDonalds and have a Kids Meal than go through that, so I told mother dearest today that she was off the hook. In other news, I think I also sealed my fate vis a vis my plans for August - no Dewey Beach babysitting job in August :( I have to go to the Chech republic if the payment goes through, I've no other option and that falls directly on the dates of when I had promised to go to the US. Then directly following that I'll have to fly to the UK. bugger shit all! My mother has at least reassured me that flights from London to Washington DC are much cheaper than flights from Tallinn to the same destination therefore making available the option to travel for long weekends :D

In further news, I still have no concrete job for this summer, which is bothering me slightly and the weather is now cold. Again. If Janis Joplin can ask God for a Mercedes Benz, God could at least listen to my prayer for warm weather. Yes, the sun may be out and yes, the trees may be green, but what is a sunny blue-skied day worth when the wind blowing the leaves of the trees is of an arctic nature? For the first time in my life I have nearly limitless free time on my hands and I can't go out to smell the roses without pulling on my down jacket and ensuring I put on that third pair of socks. I've never felt so smacked in the face as today when I looked outside and faced the day with joy and jubilation, opened the door of the terrace and flounced outside in my t-shirt and short pyjama bottoms only to flee back inside to cry in to my hot brew and wrap myself in blankets. Someone should remind the weather about weaving webs of deceit!

I should be doing anything but writing this blog. I have piles, literally PILES, of laundry to do, and must finish the clean-up of my room so graciously started by Tuuli the other day. I bought little stones for a vase - very zen. I suppose that if one is already buying details, the room itself should be ready to receive them. Yes, indeed, I will put on some music and delve elbow deep in to the piles that are my belongings. The clothes, dear friends, I leave for later. I can't face seperating the colours from the whites and the blacks just yet. I saw clothes monsters in my dreams last night and I'm not quite sure they're not actually among the clothes waiting for me. Considering the amount of time some things have been waiting to be washed, I wouldn't be surprised if they had taken on a life of their own :S

Off to clean (and to ignore mention of any studying!)

Besos my dears from Arctic Estonia,

Heili