An anonymous reader writes "Good news for those who like both coffee
and alcohol. In a recent study of more than 125,000 people an Oakland,
CA medical team found that consuming coffee seems to help protect
against alcoholic cirrhosis. The study was done based on people
enrolled in a private northern California health care plan between
1978 and 1985." From the article: "People drinking one cup of coffee
per day were, on average, 20% less likely to develop alcoholic
cirrhosis. For people drinking two or three cups the reduction was
40%, and for those drinking four or more cups of coffee a day the
reduction in risk was 80%."
taken from Are you a coffee addict?
so i'm at Viimsi, Estonia now...
i first tried to log onto to et but there were some problems.. 0.o
well anyway. i can't stay here for long.
Just came to let you know that i'm alive.
yep. i'll write more to my et diary when i get back...
Chuck Norris is god oh my... XD
I cleaned my room yesterday. so I thought about taking pictures to have some evidence of it... since i'm bound to mess my room again.. :P so...Enjoy!
My room :D
My dear guitar :D
I'm having some sleeping problems.
I try to get rid of them but it's no good.
I just go to bed at 10 pm, and try to sleep, but then i have lots of thoughts just going through my mind and i can't sleep.
and i try to listen to Nick Cave's Into my arms since it's such a calm song... it used to work, but it doesn't now.
and then i just turn around in my bed for 9 hours....
and then sleep late, and miss school.
that goes on every night. :P
i don't know what to do. *confused*
When I said those words...
*looks down, closes eyes, sighs* I thought I saw a smile.
But I guess not then. Just my imagination. *sighs sadly*
I wish I was a cheerful little seahorse on the bottom of the ocean...
Drowning, I mean...
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl 'Cause it hurts like hell...
So I just kept rolling around in my bed... and just try to fall asleep. But it was useless.
Eventually I managed to fall asleep around 8 am. After trying to fall asleep for the last 9 hours...
And then when I did fall asleep, well... I had another nightmare.
It wasn't a spider dream. But yes, it was a nightmare...
And my hair's all messy again. I need to go take a shower. And then I need to go walk Pete, and then study some history and perhaps play my guitar a bit. since mari's coming here wednesday so i need to practice...
I keep having this dream where Shelob is eating my left foot and then these really really tiny black spiders are eating my left foot.
So I can't sleep.
I just ate a piece of bread.
I don't know what to do.
I've been repeating Nine Inch Nails' Somewhat damaged song in my head for the past 2 hours... Maybe that's why I can't sleep.
I'll try to go back to sleep then.
So i talked with her. I'm happy about that.
We cleared some things that have been weighing on my mind for the past 2 or more days...
But do I feel better? Not really.
Apperently it's just not the same anymore. And it makes me mad.
But I'll accept it.
But I need to stop being such a brat and just get over this feeling....
Tonight when i was out with pete.. And then that one song came from my disc player and the cold wind kept blowing right to my eyes... And then tears just came rolling from my eyes. that song always makes me cry... and just everything, i just... couldn't bare it any longer.. keeping them inside me... I just started crying...
Though my views may be wrong, they may even be perverted, she will hear me out and won't easily be converted to my way of thinking. In fact she'll often disagree. But at the end of it all she will understand me.
I don't know what to say.
I'm just... *sigh*
argh. forget what i said.
*leaves, not knowing what to say*
I had a weird dream. I guess it was a nightmare.
I don't remember much from it.
it was... sad.
well i only slept for 2 hours so i didn't have that much time to dream.
so it's now 3:21 pm. I just woke up.
I went to bed around 5 or 6 am... I think. You see, I'm not that sure.
I remember talking with Amanda and then going to bed...
I think we talked for like 6 hours.
and my dream was at the beginning something worderful. But at the end it was something weird.
so it's morning now. i woke up at 8 am... i slept pretty badly.
i just kept repeating our conversation in my head. especially the way it ended.
so i just took a cold shower.
and tried to drown myself while i was there...
there's no point in glooming.
i'll just get on with this day...
and just... go hide under the covers.
*sigh* i prefer my dream world if she's not here.
but all i can think about is stars, insects, how fascinating snakes and spiders can be
if the person who tells it is right... and eskimo kisses. : )
so i'm going to open up a bit... i just feel like it.
i'm sick of myself being so closed all the time not being able to say what i want, WHEN i want to and not few days after... after i've tried to found the correct words.
ok i have to put some things into priorities...
i sort of know what they are but i don't know how to do them
i need to get my sleeping times somewhat organized... as great as it is talking with Amanda till 6 am in the morning in my time. and then go to bed.. i can't keep it up. i have to start being more... i don't know what's the word... umm.. er.. independent? or resposible, or... just a little more wiser? i guess that's the word i was missing. and at least trying to eat some little breakfeast before going to school or my stomach will be hurting like it has been today since i haven't eaten much in 2 days., well coffee, but that is very unhealthy.
and i guess i should thinking about at least cutting down a little drinking coffee since coffee gives me those "panic attacks" .. those weird feelings in my chest like it did today. and when i was 15 i once woke up in weird pain and that i couldn't breath very well and i thought i was having some weird allergic attack, or that i had epilepsia or something along those lines... i just remember waking up in this huge pain in my heart and it wouldn't stop. i remember going to my brother's room and saying something to him like "i can't breath well" or "there's something wrong with me". and then i kept repeating his name and over and over again, i remember my voice was almost gone i think, or really quiet at least, and it hurt to walk. so i had to move my legs really slowly. so he only turned around in his sleep. well i then left my brother'd room and i think took a warm bath and i think that helped then. well i think i fell asleep in the bathtub and then waking in the morning around 9 am and then i was perfectly fine. well and it scared the hell out of me. i thought i was going to die that night.
and i'm stupid because i started again drinking coffee again. even after that. and i know, i know... it's an addiction. i can't focus on school...
well before writing this, only person to know about this has been Mari. ever. and she told me that she felt the pain also a half a year ago. since we have started drinking coffee together at the age of 14-15 on confirmation camp... and we have drank quite frequently ever since that. and that drinking coffee has involved staying up late and watching movies and everything zombie life revolves, and being awake when no one else was. so... i should talk to her about this too. i have to ask her has she felt that pain ever since it happened to her. since a lighter version of it happened to me today as i was walking from my school to the tram stop and i felt this weird feeling right where my heart is. it wasn't pain actually what i felt that first night, it didn't hurt that much. but it was a tickling bit of fire. i can't explain in better. Or perhaps these two have nothing in common. they're just once in a life things that just happen and i have no control for them.
or it could be because i don't really do much excecises or stretch myself properly. i have a shooting pain in my back everyday but i never tell anyone since i'm used to it already and there is nothing new so no need to tell. so somekind of a "hobby" involving some form of moving would be, i guess, healthy...
i just combed my hair! that deserves a diary entry.... >.<
it's all straight and falling down... *makes a weird look towards her hair* eek.
well i sometimes have the need to comb my hair when i come out of the shower... and i stress the word sometimes...