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Yeah. I'm moving once more, his time into the dorms, and it's also mostly finished, and I'm not completely moving there. It's going to be more of a week-day sleeping/working place, whereas on weekends I'll be back with my parents, and food. The room is not exactly large (rather small actually, smaller than my room back in the US and the one I'm staying in now) and we are 3 people, well 2,5 really. And no, not because one of them is liz-sized/swarna-sized/fun-sized/short, but because they are twins. and the funny part is that their names are Катя (same as me) and Ксюша (same as my grandma's cat, and Xena the warrior princess. Don't make fun of that, I used to watch that show every morning in Germany. And I loved it.) The only bad part about the two is that they don't seem like the most organized type of person/people. I mean I can't say I never have a speck of dust in my room. But those of you who have had the misfortune to see me during one of my CDO moments(that's ocd for all you nonCDOers), it can get really bad. But yeah the point is, when you combine OCD and nonOCD WW3 is not far off. The way they lack a logical order in how they stick stuff in the open-shelf thing bugs me. Anyways. That aside they seem like very nice people, or at least that was my impression after talking to them for about 5 minutes (Haven't seen them for more than that much, or that little, time.) They've also already gotten themselves a fridge and a microwave, and more then that cannot possibly fit into that tiny room, so I'm sincerely hoping they'll let me use it, or I'll be moving out just as quickly as I moved in. which would only unnecessarily complicate things. Well, my next worry now becomes classes, but first and foremost of all INTERNET! I needs it!!! So basically I'll have to get internet there, somehow. How precisely? Well I hope my twins will help me out on that one, since they've already been living there for about 2 weeks, unlike myself.
cherios! <3
-Kati
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
shitty relatives
I know I've complained about them before, but now I think I actually have the nerves to explain why they irritate me so much. It begins about 15-ish ears ago. We moved away from Moscow to Germany, and my grandma stayed in our apartment (that we finally completely owned after it had been a комуналка-which is an apartment where each family gets a room and kitchen and bathroom are shared.) My grandma, also liked to go to our summerhouse in the summer, but that left the apartment unoccupied for half a year, which is really not ideal, in a city that was brimming with criminals (the 90s were really bad, its loads better now). So, my grandma, being as brilliant as she is, talked to one of our relatives (who had 2 daughters and lived in a tiny village with 2 roads and no pavement) and they agreed that the older daughter would live with my grandma while me and my parents are gone: For free. They also helped put up wall paper and looked after the apartment whilst my grandma was gone, they also helped her get to our summer house (it's over a day's journey though it's only 250km away, plus my grandma got really fat (I bet she weighs 3 times as much as I do) so that was complicated even more.)
Well, everything was just peachy. The one daughter moved out and the other one (masha, yes with a lowercase letter) moved in, and no one paid anything and everyone was happy.
Now:
My dad and I fly over here, and our dearest masha is on vacation, at the sea, and has her own car. The apartment is absolutely filthy, and the bed that my grandma lovingly prepared for me reeked of piss (if it was the cat’s or my grandma’s I don’t know. I personally don’t think it was the cat), the floor everywhere was sticky, the stove covered with a layer of fat and not a single clean plate, or utensil in sight, the fridge is rusty, the microwave busted by masha, the wallpaper from 15 years ago still hanging and yellowing, the carpets are older than me and have irremovable layers of some black-matter pressed into them, and blankets of dust cover everything you touch… the list goes on. Basically for the 15 years that the two sisters have lived here FOR FREE, they haven’t done ANYTHING!
Well ok, nothing we can do about that at the moment, and she’s supposed to leave on the 3rd (which was a Monday), so we just looked around for furniture and decided to just wait until she left. Then it was Sunday, and as so often she didn’t show her face, and didn’t say a word to us about anything. Great. The days pass, and by the 7th my dad and I are seriously frustrated, and ask her about her plans. She says she’ll know mote tomorrow. Tomorrow comes, and she doesn’t approach us about moving out. We ask, she says her friend with a large car should be in town in the weekend. Weekend passes nothing happens. My dad calls my grandma at her summerhouse, and asks whether she knows anything, and tells her we need masha to get out. My grandma’s answer “But it’s hard for her to move the furniture.” FUCK IF I CARE! That woman has been living in OUR house for FREE for how many years? And she hasn’t even lifted a finger to keep the apartment in a decent condition! On the 11th she finally got her furniture out, and we spent the WHOLE NEXT DAY cleaning up after that disgusting excuse for a human being. After living here that hag didn’t even bother to clean up the room she was using. Vermin.
But the story gets better!
This occurred a few days after my mom finally arrived here. masha stopped by to clear up some stuff about bills and get some medicine to my grandma (as she’s gone sick with “worry about her dear granddaughter”) well she’d get the medicine over in about a week, the lazy-bitch, because she doesn’t have time to cater to the heath issues of her benefactors of the past one and a half decades. Then my mom finally confronted her about the revolting condition the house is in, and her answer: “But I did clean the floors, and I cleaned the plates.” Maybe to her Village-standards it was clean, but no human being with a grasp of the basic concept that if something is sticky, it CANNOT BY DEFINITION be clean. The witch even went as far as to blame US for making the floors dirty because at that moment in time my mom and I had street shoes on because we just got home to talk to HER. She’s by far the rudest and most uncivilized creature I have ever had the misfortune to come upon, and she’s related to me, that sickening malformation by the name of masha.
Essentially we pulled her and her sister out of that hole of a town in which they’d have been stuck for the rest of their lives, and this is the thanks we get. The word ‘parasites’ doesn’t even begin to describe their rude and atrocious behavior. If you have relatives like these, who needs enemies?
Well, everything was just peachy. The one daughter moved out and the other one (masha, yes with a lowercase letter) moved in, and no one paid anything and everyone was happy.
Now:
My dad and I fly over here, and our dearest masha is on vacation, at the sea, and has her own car. The apartment is absolutely filthy, and the bed that my grandma lovingly prepared for me reeked of piss (if it was the cat’s or my grandma’s I don’t know. I personally don’t think it was the cat), the floor everywhere was sticky, the stove covered with a layer of fat and not a single clean plate, or utensil in sight, the fridge is rusty, the microwave busted by masha, the wallpaper from 15 years ago still hanging and yellowing, the carpets are older than me and have irremovable layers of some black-matter pressed into them, and blankets of dust cover everything you touch… the list goes on. Basically for the 15 years that the two sisters have lived here FOR FREE, they haven’t done ANYTHING!
Well ok, nothing we can do about that at the moment, and she’s supposed to leave on the 3rd (which was a Monday), so we just looked around for furniture and decided to just wait until she left. Then it was Sunday, and as so often she didn’t show her face, and didn’t say a word to us about anything. Great. The days pass, and by the 7th my dad and I are seriously frustrated, and ask her about her plans. She says she’ll know mote tomorrow. Tomorrow comes, and she doesn’t approach us about moving out. We ask, she says her friend with a large car should be in town in the weekend. Weekend passes nothing happens. My dad calls my grandma at her summerhouse, and asks whether she knows anything, and tells her we need masha to get out. My grandma’s answer “But it’s hard for her to move the furniture.” FUCK IF I CARE! That woman has been living in OUR house for FREE for how many years? And she hasn’t even lifted a finger to keep the apartment in a decent condition! On the 11th she finally got her furniture out, and we spent the WHOLE NEXT DAY cleaning up after that disgusting excuse for a human being. After living here that hag didn’t even bother to clean up the room she was using. Vermin.
But the story gets better!
This occurred a few days after my mom finally arrived here. masha stopped by to clear up some stuff about bills and get some medicine to my grandma (as she’s gone sick with “worry about her dear granddaughter”) well she’d get the medicine over in about a week, the lazy-bitch, because she doesn’t have time to cater to the heath issues of her benefactors of the past one and a half decades. Then my mom finally confronted her about the revolting condition the house is in, and her answer: “But I did clean the floors, and I cleaned the plates.” Maybe to her Village-standards it was clean, but no human being with a grasp of the basic concept that if something is sticky, it CANNOT BY DEFINITION be clean. The witch even went as far as to blame US for making the floors dirty because at that moment in time my mom and I had street shoes on because we just got home to talk to HER. She’s by far the rudest and most uncivilized creature I have ever had the misfortune to come upon, and she’s related to me, that sickening malformation by the name of masha.
Essentially we pulled her and her sister out of that hole of a town in which they’d have been stuck for the rest of their lives, and this is the thanks we get. The word ‘parasites’ doesn’t even begin to describe their rude and atrocious behavior. If you have relatives like these, who needs enemies?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
OMG FURNITURE!
I believe I've never appreciated having a table more than in the past two days. Seriously. A flat hard surface is one of the most useful things a person can have. You can write on it, you can use a mouse on it, you can put your computer on it, and just use it for many other useful storage type purposes. But it gets even better if you have a somewhat lower, soft, mostly flat surface to go with it (I'm talking about a chair here). If you have those two things, you're golden. Up till now my only solution to my lack of table problem was putting my computer on my lap, and feeling the endless heat it generates slowly burn my skin. Alternatly I had the choice of putting my laptop on my pillow to watch it melt because the ventllation cant work properly and contort my spine and/or hips to actually use it. Ah yes... those were the days...
BUT I HAVE A TABLE NOW!
muahahahahahahahahahahaha
the cause for this happy happy change of circumstances is that we found an awesome closet. and it was finally in-stock. Apparentl, my closet is really popular. when we called, they still had six left. when we actually got to the store, there were only 5, when we got to the shelfy area where you grab your furniture-in-a-box, there were only 3 left, and just as we were getting our closet, the next people already came, to get the next one. So the odds of any awesome closets left 2 hours later when we got home: one in a thousand at best.
but yeah my point is: I HAVE FURNITURE! Overall I am now in the posession of 6! new items: A couch bed, a closet, a table, a chair, a coffeetable, and a bookshelf (the world famous Billy regal/shelf/thing). And the best thing is: having a closet, means i can finally start unpacking the boxes with stuff we air-cargoed over here for an insane ammount of money, I was so eager that I unpacked 4 of the boxes yesterday and my wardrobe choice exploded. I have clothes again!
So yeah, happy things, happy things :D lets hope everything else will tunr out just as happy
BUT I HAVE A TABLE NOW!
muahahahahahahahahahahaha
the cause for this happy happy change of circumstances is that we found an awesome closet. and it was finally in-stock. Apparentl, my closet is really popular. when we called, they still had six left. when we actually got to the store, there were only 5, when we got to the shelfy area where you grab your furniture-in-a-box, there were only 3 left, and just as we were getting our closet, the next people already came, to get the next one. So the odds of any awesome closets left 2 hours later when we got home: one in a thousand at best.
but yeah my point is: I HAVE FURNITURE! Overall I am now in the posession of 6! new items: A couch bed, a closet, a table, a chair, a coffeetable, and a bookshelf (the world famous Billy regal/shelf/thing). And the best thing is: having a closet, means i can finally start unpacking the boxes with stuff we air-cargoed over here for an insane ammount of money, I was so eager that I unpacked 4 of the boxes yesterday and my wardrobe choice exploded. I have clothes again!
So yeah, happy things, happy things :D lets hope everything else will tunr out just as happy
Friday, August 14, 2009
missing me?
so... you may or may not have noticed the recent lack of posting (hopefully you have noticed, meaning you actually read all my "highly intelligent" babble.) In any case... aside from the slightly depressing lack of comments I'm getting (1 in the last 6 posts... :( ... ) I've been busy doing - you guessed it - actual productive stuff, which mostly consists of near-daily trips to IKEA, moving old furniture arround, cleaning up my relative's filth (I hink I'm stating to hate my mom's side of the family, because they're extremely rude and absolutely filthy, details on that I'll leave for another day, or rather night.), and so on...
But yeah, as things are now, it seems like we'll FINALLY (I can't stress this word enough) be buying most of my furniture tomorrow (or today, depends on how much of a nazi you are...) and then I'll finally have a chair and a desk, and OMG A CLOSET!
I hope to update more frequently (than a X day break) from now on, since my now-room has actually become mostly habitable and I'll be in the posession of a desk and a chair by tomorrow evening.
I'll leave you now with 2 awesome quotes:
"Just because we're not looking at you, doesn't mean we don't know you're staring. It just means we don't give a shit." - unknown
"Just because we're not looking at you, doesn't mean we don't know you're staring. It just means we don't give a shit." - unknown
"A love that never started can't end." - takaya natsuki
Note: just in case you were wondering about the weird time: yes, it is almost 3 am... sad.. I know...
Note 2: And to finish this off I'll throw in a wonderful image of eew-ness (and my cat sitting on top of it) that I made yesterday: (if you could smell that pile you'd know why it's so eew-ey)
Note 3: BEWARE OF THE YELLOW WALLPAPER!!!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
beds, phones, coins, cuteness, and productivity
beds
I don't know how aware you are of this; but I've been sleeping on this tiny little thing that is a thin piece of foamy matres on a wooden board. And today we finally bought me a bed. Well... it's not really a bed, and we don't actually have it yet, since our dear lazy ass woman still hasn't moved out(but she said she would by wednesday). It's one of those couches that turn into a bed, and mine has this awesome egyption type print on it, and will be delivered on wednesday between 9am and 12am(yes, midnight). It's tons better (and bigger) than the thing I have now, so all is well. ^^
phones
Also: I finally have a phone, though I have no idea wether or not it works, since I can't turn it on without a SIM card. which really sucks. It's shiny and I want to play with it... grrrrrrrrrr (It's a Sony ericsson T280i; and this is what it looks like: http://bi.gazeta.pl/im/1/5421/z5421651X.jpg)
(For all you who have no idea what the heck a SIM card is: it's a little card that you put into your phone so that you can make calls from it. You buy it from your provider, the awesome thing is that, a SIM card can be put into any phone, and associated with any calling plan within a provider.)
coins
After we got the bed for me, me and my dad went to the IKEA to look for a table and a chair to put into my room. On the bus there I saw the most entertaining thing: coins, and pieces of paper. Why are they so entertai
ning you ask?
<=====Well this is why. (Just in case you didn't already realize it, these are hand holdy thinghys that they put in busses so that when standing, and you are short, you can hold on to something that is not a person you don't know.) But yeah, I have no clue what-so-ever about how in the world they managed to get that stuff INTO the plastic, but whoever did that, I gives them many <3's,
cuteness
And there I was, thinking that the awesome parade of coins and various other small objects in the bus handles made my day... Well, I was seriously wrong. When going into this random electronics store (that reminded me a lot of BestBuy) I found the MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE ENETIRE UNIVERSE (to date) I wish I could have it as a pet...
Yes, a picture is great, but you really really REALLY HAVE TO see this thinghy in action (It's called the Sony Rolly; it's so cute!!!) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMUWsyUNaxE&NR=1
Can you say "back up dancers"? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3SlT27fk2E
watch it bringing sexy back: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Oz9izzS-Z4&feature=related
and for all you star wars lovers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QppetIRhP24&feature=related
watch it totally OWN Michael Jackson with it's cuteness:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TRxvtAqPuM
productivity
So, if this day didn't already seem filled to the brim with legitimate productivity, I managed to out-do that as well: Today I FINALLY!!!(after about 2 years...) finished sorting through Stass' Music. I sorted though a good 6Gigs worth of music. Now, all I have left to do to get my computer into a workable condition, is to reorganize everything, which I hope will not take more than 2-3 weeks. I really want this to be done before Sept. 1, because that's when class will be starting, and then I will die a death that is called the-sad,-lonely-and-pointless-death-of-the-elite-college-student ^^ (meaning I'll have no time or energy to bother about this sort of stuff)
So yeah. I feel productive, which is a good thing, and hopefully that will continue in the near future :D
Side note: I've also decided on my new method of unproductivity, which is: I'm going to skip the two sims2 expansion packs I'm missing, and just get sims3 prolly for Christmas or something like that. Also I plan to aquire a collection of all CIV4 games ever (on one disc, for about $10) and kill more time that way, but I hope to get this one before Christmas. Yay Russia! for making cheap stuff possible.
I don't know how aware you are of this; but I've been sleeping on this tiny little thing that is a thin piece of foamy matres on a wooden board. And today we finally bought me a bed. Well... it's not really a bed, and we don't actually have it yet, since our dear lazy ass woman still hasn't moved out(but she said she would by wednesday). It's one of those couches that turn into a bed, and mine has this awesome egyption type print on it, and will be delivered on wednesday between 9am and 12am(yes, midnight). It's tons better (and bigger) than the thing I have now, so all is well. ^^
phones
Also: I finally have a phone, though I have no idea wether or not it works, since I can't turn it on without a SIM card. which really sucks. It's shiny and I want to play with it... grrrrrrrrrr (It's a Sony ericsson T280i; and this is what it looks like: http://bi.gazeta.pl/im/1/5421/z5421651X.jpg)
(For all you who have no idea what the heck a SIM card is: it's a little card that you put into your phone so that you can make calls from it. You buy it from your provider, the awesome thing is that, a SIM card can be put into any phone, and associated with any calling plan within a provider.)
coins
After we got the bed for me, me and my dad went to the IKEA to look for a table and a chair to put into my room. On the bus there I saw the most entertaining thing: coins, and pieces of paper. Why are they so entertai
ning you ask?<=====Well this is why. (Just in case you didn't already realize it, these are hand holdy thinghys that they put in busses so that when standing, and you are short, you can hold on to something that is not a person you don't know.) But yeah, I have no clue what-so-ever about how in the world they managed to get that stuff INTO the plastic, but whoever did that, I gives them many <3's,
cuteness
And there I was, thinking that the awesome parade of coins and various other small objects in the bus handles made my day... Well, I was seriously wrong. When going into this random electronics store (that reminded me a lot of BestBuy) I found the MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE ENETIRE UNIVERSE (to date) I wish I could have it as a pet...
Yes, a picture is great, but you really really REALLY HAVE TO see this thinghy in action (It's called the Sony Rolly; it's so cute!!!) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMUWsyUNaxE&NR=1Can you say "back up dancers"? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3SlT27fk2E
watch it bringing sexy back: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Oz9izzS-Z4&feature=related
and for all you star wars lovers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QppetIRhP24&feature=related
watch it totally OWN Michael Jackson with it's cuteness:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TRxvtAqPuM
productivity
So, if this day didn't already seem filled to the brim with legitimate productivity, I managed to out-do that as well: Today I FINALLY!!!(after about 2 years...) finished sorting through Stass' Music. I sorted though a good 6Gigs worth of music. Now, all I have left to do to get my computer into a workable condition, is to reorganize everything, which I hope will not take more than 2-3 weeks. I really want this to be done before Sept. 1, because that's when class will be starting, and then I will die a death that is called the-sad,-lonely-and-pointless-death-of-the-elite-college-student ^^ (meaning I'll have no time or energy to bother about this sort of stuff)
So yeah. I feel productive, which is a good thing, and hopefully that will continue in the near future :D
Side note: I've also decided on my new method of unproductivity, which is: I'm going to skip the two sims2 expansion packs I'm missing, and just get sims3 prolly for Christmas or something like that. Also I plan to aquire a collection of all CIV4 games ever (on one disc, for about $10) and kill more time that way, but I hope to get this one before Christmas. Yay Russia! for making cheap stuff possible.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
faking it
So, my dad is making me read oh-so-interesting school-level physics and chemistry text books... in russian. This is happening because in the first actual(as in fiction) book he gave me I had to look up about 20 words per page, and the second one was rather dull and boring. This led him to decide: ok, since you don't like the (ancient books that I loved as a kid) I'm giving you, you can just read this textbook.
On the up-side: The language is rather simple, and I hardly have to look anything up.
On the down-side:
1. I already know all that shit, so it's insufferably boring.
2. It's in Russian, so I have no motivation to read it.
3. It's summer, and I'm reading a textbook.
4. My bed sucks. (This seems to have no relation to my unwillingness to read, but that's wrong, since my so-called bed (It's not really a bed) is the only place I can sit or put things (since I have no table) in my room other than the disgusting floor. Also I makes my back hurt, so I'm agitated... grml...)
That, coupled with the fact that I haven't done anything even mildly interesting since I came here. (Other than occasionally skyping w/ peoples whihc is awesome, and you should do any time you possibly can.)
So, what ends up happeing is: I open up the pic of the russian alpabet I have, since I don't know it, and I need it to look stuff up; do stuff on the interwebs; and flip pages in the book at random.
Basically, I'm quite annoyed at the general situation right now... And especially annoyed at that lazy-ass woman who won't move out of my room. Curse her... rawr...
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Oh, yeah My dad's birthday is tomorrow... what to do?.. I have no idea... It'll prolly just end with me saying "happy birthday!" and giving him a hug or something. Harh annoyance is... annoying...
*goes of grumbling into a corner*
On the up-side: The language is rather simple, and I hardly have to look anything up.
On the down-side:
1. I already know all that shit, so it's insufferably boring.
2. It's in Russian, so I have no motivation to read it.
3. It's summer, and I'm reading a textbook.
4. My bed sucks. (This seems to have no relation to my unwillingness to read, but that's wrong, since my so-called bed (It's not really a bed) is the only place I can sit or put things (since I have no table) in my room other than the disgusting floor. Also I makes my back hurt, so I'm agitated... grml...)
That, coupled with the fact that I haven't done anything even mildly interesting since I came here. (Other than occasionally skyping w/ peoples whihc is awesome, and you should do any time you possibly can.)
So, what ends up happeing is: I open up the pic of the russian alpabet I have, since I don't know it, and I need it to look stuff up; do stuff on the interwebs; and flip pages in the book at random.
Basically, I'm quite annoyed at the general situation right now... And especially annoyed at that lazy-ass woman who won't move out of my room. Curse her... rawr...
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Oh, yeah My dad's birthday is tomorrow... what to do?.. I have no idea... It'll prolly just end with me saying "happy birthday!" and giving him a hug or something. Harh annoyance is... annoying...
*goes of grumbling into a corner*
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
POLICE!!!
Yes. Police, there's lots of it in many places. One of the places there is lots of it is Moscow. And I'm really not joking. It's a very common sight, and not only downtown. It's basically so common that you take you passport everywhere with you just in case a police man randomly decides to stop you to check who you are (happens to some on a weekly basis, but hasn't happened to me yet, I guess I'm not a very suspicious person...) but yeah.
My dad and I were furniture shopping again the other day, and finally after a long day, filled with walking to the point that he was limping around, we went to the Metro to go back home. Just as we were descending the steps, the train arived, so we ran and entered the last waggon. Once inside, I had to blink a few times: There were over 16 poliecemen in there, granted, about 7 or 8 of them were sleeping (which is what EVERYONE sitting (or occasionally standing) does in the Metro. For whatever reason, although it's deafiningly loud, it's impossible to stay awake once seated.) But yeah. It was exceedingly bizzare to have that many policemen in one place without some sort of riot happening, or a load of southerners plotting something in a shady corner.
On a side note, I might add, that I really like the russian poliece uniform. Light Blue shirts, dark blue trousers, shiny black shoes, and EPIC HAT! Also a large part of the poliece force (at least about 70% of the poliecemen I've seen) seems to consist of tall slim, russian (meaning not southerners or other oddities) guys between the ages of 18 and 25. (Why does this remind me of castle anthrax? geez...). I'll take a picture of their EPIC HATS someday. (I can hardly just randomly photograph them, since they have beating sticks... and are kinda stronger and faster than me...)
But yeah. I like the local police. ^^
My dad and I were furniture shopping again the other day, and finally after a long day, filled with walking to the point that he was limping around, we went to the Metro to go back home. Just as we were descending the steps, the train arived, so we ran and entered the last waggon. Once inside, I had to blink a few times: There were over 16 poliecemen in there, granted, about 7 or 8 of them were sleeping (which is what EVERYONE sitting (or occasionally standing) does in the Metro. For whatever reason, although it's deafiningly loud, it's impossible to stay awake once seated.) But yeah. It was exceedingly bizzare to have that many policemen in one place without some sort of riot happening, or a load of southerners plotting something in a shady corner.
On a side note, I might add, that I really like the russian poliece uniform. Light Blue shirts, dark blue trousers, shiny black shoes, and EPIC HAT! Also a large part of the poliece force (at least about 70% of the poliecemen I've seen) seems to consist of tall slim, russian (meaning not southerners or other oddities) guys between the ages of 18 and 25. (Why does this remind me of castle anthrax? geez...). I'll take a picture of their EPIC HATS someday. (I can hardly just randomly photograph them, since they have beating sticks... and are kinda stronger and faster than me...)
But yeah. I like the local police. ^^
Monday, August 3, 2009
my grandma is a slob
So... my grandma is a slob (as you can see by the lovely parade of grossness on the right and the beautiful pattern of old, burnt, and otherwise abused food on the left (that btw is how the pan looked like AFTER I spent 45 minutes scrubbing it... yeah... I know...))
Not included in this magnifficent display of atrocities is amongst other things the stink pile (aka toxic waste) that inhabitts a sad corner of the room I sleep in (that stuff is what used to be on the bed that is deorated by a permanent imprint of my grandmas ass.) also he never ending supply of dust, dirt, hair, etc that at random intervalls invades the are of the carpets, and of course the frequent displays of my cat waking around shaking her paws in disgust at the stikyness of EVERYTHING.
note: this by no means is considered normal by any standards (except maybe by the standards of a 90 year old grandma who lives in a village and is obsessed with saving money to the point that she won't pay the electric bill for one lightbulb, and uses her own waste to fertillize the 30 cucumber plants she has in her back yard.)
note about the note: yes i actually know an old lady like that she is cranky, mean, and we call her зючиха (z-u-tchi-ha) which sounds abominable, since she is an abominable old woman. (she came to watch the really bad soap opera to our house, since she doesn't want to pay for aything, and gives us some of her cucumbers now and then as a thank you...)
Sunday, August 2, 2009
things that are a bit too short...
Well, there are several, other than the standard break/weekend/any other time you're having fun answers. I have 3 in partivular I want to adress.
1. Some womens' shirts
Remember the way way WAY old days where everyone ran around with their stomach showing? And then someone finally figured out that it looks terrible and vulgar (and nowadays you only find stippers, hookers and other women with low selfesteem/finances doing that). Yeah apparently no one has figured it out in russia yet...
2. some guys' shorts
Remember old footage of vaarious sportive events, where you get all those guys in short shorts, and it just looks wrong in every way? Well that's not quite what I have but it is more disturbing. Whatever it is soem guy wear, it ends mid thigh, which is a terribly odd length, because only little boys and people in gay parades should be weaing that as shorts. At the same time, I don't believe that 20% of Moscow's young adult male population is gay, but you never know... (dear GOD I really hope not!)
3. my dad's temper
Yeah, the smallests things set him off. It's quite unpleasant especally considering that my mom's not there to mediate. The most awfuly painful hour long silences happen... gah!
1. Some womens' shirts
Remember the way way WAY old days where everyone ran around with their stomach showing? And then someone finally figured out that it looks terrible and vulgar (and nowadays you only find stippers, hookers and other women with low selfesteem/finances doing that). Yeah apparently no one has figured it out in russia yet...
2. some guys' shorts
Remember old footage of vaarious sportive events, where you get all those guys in short shorts, and it just looks wrong in every way? Well that's not quite what I have but it is more disturbing. Whatever it is soem guy wear, it ends mid thigh, which is a terribly odd length, because only little boys and people in gay parades should be weaing that as shorts. At the same time, I don't believe that 20% of Moscow's young adult male population is gay, but you never know... (dear GOD I really hope not!)
3. my dad's temper
Yeah, the smallests things set him off. It's quite unpleasant especally considering that my mom's not there to mediate. The most awfuly painful hour long silences happen... gah!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
moscow has everything...
So... remember I said that Moscow has everything? Well lookie here:
Yeah. You're seeing it correctly. It is an Ice rink. And yes I took this picture. And here's the punch line: I took it today. In August. An ice rink.
WTF?
And it's real ice too, not the cheap plastic stuff. Which is... pretty much... insane...
Yeah.. I really don't know what to say to this... It's too... odd... weird... unnatural... and.... EPIC!!!
Yeah. You're seeing it correctly. It is an Ice rink. And yes I took this picture. And here's the punch line: I took it today. In August. An ice rink.
WTF?
And it's real ice too, not the cheap plastic stuff. Which is... pretty much... insane...
Yeah.. I really don't know what to say to this... It's too... odd... weird... unnatural... and.... EPIC!!!
Dyslexia
Russian: a very screwy language. Extremely boxy. Really. There are only two lowercase later that break out of the half-lineness:
the "у"(=u btw.) and the "б",
which sticks out like a sore thumb because of the wavy tail thing. It's like someone decided to use a letter from a different alphabet for that thing. It bothers my CDO...
that and also coupled with the fact that I have trouble reading that stuff quickly because of things like:
в = v
н = n
у = u
с = s
х = h
р = r
(all are lowercase btw, which is extra screwy. Except not, because it makes things easier...)
That and the simple fact that I forget how some of the screwier letters are pronounced like:
д = d
ж =zh
ш = sh(hard)
щ = sh(soft)
ц = ts
и = i
ы = iy
ю = u (as in unicycle)
ф = f
л = l
э = e (as in escalator, not to be confised with 'e' which is pronounced 'ye')
And then there are wonderful words that use these letters all together: пинй (not an actual word, but as you can tell, they all look VERY similar...) and then there is the magic of cursive, which looks nothing like print:
г = г
п = п (it looks just like an N)
л = л
д = д
и = и
т = т (so... how does a T become an M???)
Sad news is that they actually use cursive here. Everybody writes cursive, unlike in America. Peachy...
The end effect is that I don't read any signs, or instructions, or anything for that matter (heck I can't even read fast enough to catch the subtitles to a show.) So essentially I have become dyslexic. And it sucks.
For all you people with Dyslexia out there: I feel for you!
the "у"(=u btw.) and the "б",
which sticks out like a sore thumb because of the wavy tail thing. It's like someone decided to use a letter from a different alphabet for that thing. It bothers my CDO...
that and also coupled with the fact that I have trouble reading that stuff quickly because of things like:
в = v
н = n
у = u
с = s
х = h
р = r
(all are lowercase btw, which is extra screwy. Except not, because it makes things easier...)
That and the simple fact that I forget how some of the screwier letters are pronounced like:
д = d
ж =zh
ш = sh(hard)
щ = sh(soft)
ц = ts
и = i
ы = iy
ю = u (as in unicycle)
ф = f
л = l
э = e (as in escalator, not to be confised with 'e' which is pronounced 'ye')
And then there are wonderful words that use these letters all together: пинй (not an actual word, but as you can tell, they all look VERY similar...) and then there is the magic of cursive, which looks nothing like print:
г = г
п = п (it looks just like an N)
л = л
д = д
и = и
т = т (so... how does a T become an M???)
Sad news is that they actually use cursive here. Everybody writes cursive, unlike in America. Peachy...
The end effect is that I don't read any signs, or instructions, or anything for that matter (heck I can't even read fast enough to catch the subtitles to a show.) So essentially I have become dyslexic. And it sucks.
For all you people with Dyslexia out there: I feel for you!
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