Dream a little dream of...

... 30 Seconds To Mars.
Surprised? Probably not. But what a lovely dream it was...

It was spring time in my hometown Türi, which is generally known for being Estonia's capital of spring. So usually when the spring starts, we have a little thing on the central square. And there we were: me, my mother and my father. I had looked in the paper that 30 Seconds To Mars was supposed to perform there and I was sure it was a mistake. So we were just waiting outside the department store, just across the street from the square.

At first there were some rap artists performing and I was extremely bored. There was so many people and the stages was far away as well. I thought I heard the sound of EOTB but it was just a teaser. Instead of that, it turned into Limp Bizkit's Rollin' (at least I think it's the name of the song). Anyway, not good.

As I was looking for the newspaper where I had found the adverb for this event, to see if I was correct about this certain band. And I didn't find it anymore. As I was going through the pages, I suddenly hear The Kill! I just ran to the direction of the stage, which was actually a catwalk. I was already singing along while I was running through people and jumping over those who were sitting on the ground. Everyone looked at me like a loon. There were a lot of people at the end of the catwalk (because Mr. Frontman happened to be there), so I made my way passed them, my heart was beating so fast, my hand were shaking... I made it exactly to the side of the catwalk. To the place were it turned and the actual stage was.

The song was almost over and I did see Jared pass by a few times and then Tomo jumped off the stage for some reason, and he couldn't get back up. So I helped him. Now this is an embarrassing part: he pulled me on the catwalk as well and we both bowed. So after that everyone went behind the corner to discuss something. I was so hoping that they'd do another song! And I overheard Jared speaking that they can't play on this kind of a stage.

The strange thing is, that I don't remember seeing Tim anywhere, just Jared, Shannon and Tomo. And as I was waiting there (I was alone, because obviously I don't have many acquaintances left in my hometown) and there was Tomo beside the stage and he started talking to me, asking me what had happened to my thumb (for some reason it was bleeding) and I told him it was my cat (very logical answer, because that is usually the reason why my hands are all torn). And then he asked me if it was my first concert, and how I'm enjoying it so far... And I was just there talking to him like it was nothing! So I asked him do they have this stage-thing often and he said, yeah.

Then he was called aside and I quickly reached for my phone to call Elerin to tell her that 30 is performing in my hometown and that I had talked to Tomo and how I was in the first row! But I had to end the call, because the band was going back on stage and I rushed to my spot again. Before that I managed to play the staring game with Shannon, which I obviously lost and Tomo said that it's okay, Shannon is the champion of that! (yeah, this is the weird part) They started playing another song but I can't remember what it was.

And this is how much I remember of my dream. I also remember that I knew that they were performing in Tallinn on June 16 (Elerin's birthday, how convenient). And that's all...

And if anyone dares to question it, the answer is yes: I'm totally and utterly insane! But happy about it :)

Semper eadem.

Once again it has been a while since I've written down anything. So much and yet so little has happened.

The end of my first year in university is almost here and the fact that I have been lazy through out the seminar has left its mark on my progress. But I am actually doing best not to stress about it all and take it with calm and reason, this saves so much more energy. And the fact that I signed up to make a fool out of myself on May 31 in public does not exactly contribute to my school work. I mean, nothing serious is happening. I have all the nessecary thing done and I'm not desperate in any of the subject, yet there are some that I'm not so sure about. Like English literature. This one requires a lot of reading and I really hope I can manage with it all. But then again, I'm taking the exam on June 9th, so there's no point in panicking at the moment. And I'm not worried about my essay for the Writing Course, because I know my subject and I have my sources, I just now have to read an dput it all together. Oh, and by the way, I'm writing about Elizabeth I. A person from English history who has made me love her era. And when my mother asked me watching the Millionaire show who had been on the throne before Elizabeth, I immediately answerd: "Mary I. Bloody Mary". And then looking at the question ("Which of those Europan countries had only female monarchs in the 20th century?") I looked at her with a dumb face and asking why would she as me about Elizabeth who lived in the 16th century. My mother kindly reminded me that England has Elizabeth sitting on the throne at the moment as well. And of course her predecessor had been George VI.

Anyway, I'm concentraiting on the symbology of Elizabeth I and their presence in her portraits. Seems interesting. At least for me.

But translation is not probabaly not my thing. At least not now, when I haven't had any courses on translation theory. I spent the last week desperately translating Capote, Austen and Wilde, all together 150 pages. Oh, the sleepless nights when I finally started to read everything in English the way that I transleted it into Estonian. And when I thought, what the hell am I doing, I realised, this is too much. But I got a lovely passage from Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray and although I probably invented some of the words, the lecturer seemed to be satisfied.. One down, a lot more to go.

L. & J. are coming back to Estonia. Sometimes I wonder if we ever have the same kind of relation ship again that we had in secondary school. And I'm afraid that the answer is no. It's not me or them or anyone. In fact, it's everyone. Each and every one of us has grown in our own direction a bit. The fact that we are not spending every day together, but counted hours once in two month does change the relationship. I know that I'm not the same person. Sure, our jokes are still funny and all my girls are very-very special to me. I was just looking at some photos tonight. Of my birthday. Of St. John's Day. Graduation. I love you to death. I hope that if you are reading this, you understand where I'm coming from. Maybe you have felt the same.

But one thing is sure, when our Aussies arrive, we'll have a proper party, you hear me, sweethearts!?

Well, I guess that's all for now. If I survive the next two weeks, you might hear more of me :)