I think Susanna’s version of this Joy Division song has more emotions. Sometimes the covers are better than the originals (take Hanne Hukkelberg’s version of the Pixies’ Break My Body for example) and I think this is true in this case as well.

It’s a definite favorite of mine. The taste is sublime and the process of drinking it has some sort of fanciness to it. You think “I’m fancy because I drink Martini”.  Well, not exactly. But still – a bit. It’s not cheap, it’s not your everyday drink for the night (although that would be kind of nice, right), so it has a certain special quality to it.

My first Martini was in highschool. We had these long breaks between lectures – sometimes 3 hours – so what else could we do but go to a pub. Almost every time we had a break we went to get Martinis. And then it hit me: why go to a pub to get three rounds of Martinis if I could buy a whole bottle from a store for the same amount of money? It was a friggin epiphany! Highschool math can really come in handy sometimes.

And so it began.

… is hot. As hell. Although he is old enough to have seen the dinosaurs, he is still badass and ripped. And he makes awesome music. Listening to him right now with cheap wine on the side. Perfect combo in my book.

Although not really. But still. Truly. Absolutely. Affirmative! There’s so much. And that’s what it is. Will be. Always, babe. Never bad. Because there’s just too much of it. It won’t let it. Nonsense!

I know, I know, this is getting ridiculous. One teen madness after another like this is going to drive me crazy sooner or later (and seeing as I am spending most of my time watching these shows, I’m kind of betting on sooner). But I can’t help myself. There is just such luring simplicity in these shows that I can’t resist. Being 21, I won’t get to experience the feeling of being irresponsible much longer. Being totally safe and being the little girl whose life is totally organized by parental forces that have taken care of me so far will be a thing of the past. And I guess I’m trying to hold on to those old feelings. Responsibility is not exactly what I would call one of my strengths. So the transition from the little girl into an adult kind of puts a toll on me mentally. And instead of facing my demons I do what I can do best: escape.

Roswell is presently my main exit from reality. It’s such a sweet love story and I’m a sucker for those. Liz and Max and their never-ending quest to reach togetherness… And being a fan of the whole space scene makes my falling in love with this old favorite again inevitable.

I remember when it was first shown on TV. Me and Mari were stupid for it. The lingering of the first kiss between Max and Liz during the first season created such tensions that when they finally went for it I called Mari and we just screamed at each other with joy. Oh, fun times.

The show is getting pretty serious as it goes along. Murders and teen (alien) pregnancy, armed robbery… I just started season 3 and I bet there are more serious stuff ahead. I’m counting on it. Sure, the show is at times predictable and silly and lame, but just like with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its ‘flaws’, the flaws make Roswell that much more cuter.

This song… wow. It took me to some whole other place, truly. It brings out a bittersweet quality hidden in me. The feeling that sometimes makes you want to be a bit sad, because it’s a feeling you haven’t felt for some time, but once you do remember it you kind of let it take over and drown you. I’m not sure if I’m making sense. I kind of got lost.

I love the first four lines of the lyrics the most:

What’s it like when you die?
Do you live on in memories?
If you can, I wanna try
I didn’t get nothing done in this life

I was scared throughout the whole movie, but I think that was because I am such a sissy when it comes to children. If there is a child in trouble onscreen then I am always touched. I’m weak like that. Children are just always made out to be so innocent and cute that if they were threatened by a psycho ax murderer, then I get all tense and scared. But the makers of this movie knew that kids have a tendency of making us feel this way, so: good for you, yay.

I still need to complain about the whole Estonian thing. I think it’s kind of obligatory for me, as I am an Estonian. It was not as bad as I had heard it was – at least somebody spoke bad Estonian, instead of just taking the easy way out and making it all Russian. But if you’re going to make Estonia a part of the film, then just do it correctly. I mean, is it too much to ask to make this “Saarne Instituute” into a real Estonian word? Too much to ask to use Estonian on the documents, instead of Russian? Have an Estonian doctor speak with an Estonian accent instead of a Russian accent? Estonia is not Russia. And I know that this is a typical Estonian trying to convince somebody – if anybody – of something that is of absolutely no importance to them, but just… I don’t know. Just say that you don’t know Estonia, I won’t blame you, but don’t confuse it with Russia. We Estonians tend to have a low tolerance policy about that because of all the nasty things associated with being united with the Soviet Union and shit.

Other than that, I think it was OK. Good anti-adoption flick with fertilizer for xenophobia.

… has to be “Boy with a Violin” (Poiss Viiuliga) by Tiit Pääsuke. I even copied it in my art class, but didn’t get the expression on his face right. My boy looks like he’s had a bit too much candy and does not feel all that well.

I like it and don’t at the same time. On the one hand: Yes, it’s great to see how different people dress themselves, their different styles, individual tastes etc. You can find truly beautiful things there to admire: secondhand clothes, vintage pieces that don’t make it into the public life via any other medium but the internet.

On the other hand, some people are really toiling to be the most unique person out there, but somehow the more they try the less they achieve. Most of the over-the-top outfits kind of melt into one big alternative type of conformism.

Although I am not implying that I am not vain myself (everybody is), I have to admit the vanity fair of lookbook.nu tends to give me a headache after 15 minutes of being on the site.

I do love the amateur photography side of it all, though. It’s fresh.

I am craving for cake right now. But instead of going out to buy hip enhancement I will stare at mouthwatering pictures. Join in on the fun: