Today sucked a lot because I had to go to school. After seeing all these kids for a week, the last thing that I wanted to do was spend more time with them. However, today didn't suck as bad as it could have for a couple reasons. One, I'm doing a trial group switch to see if I like the faster paced semester group better. Two, we didn't have to go to politologia. And three, there were stupid master-classes for some seminar about how foreign students adapt to life in Russia that I didn't have to pay attention to and I could just sit back and think about how much I didn't want to be there.
So I peaced out of school as fast as I could so that I wouldn't have to talk to anybody. I hadn't checked my email since a day or two before I left on the trip, so I was anxious to do that. My mom had written before I left that my car had been broken into, and I was very afraid that my pool cue had been stolen because I forgot to get everything out of my car before I left. However, Mom wrote to say that my pool cue was safe, as were some pillows and bed sheets. Also, she offered to photocopy my thesis notes and send me the photocopies so that the originals wouldn't get lost. Which I'm very very grateful for because that's going to be a monumental task, and I'm not sure that she realized what she was volunteering for. It was also a good day because I finally heard from Alex. And yes, you get publicly shamed for being a bad correspondent, but only because you're the only one I worry about. All the rest of you either don't do as much dumb shit, or are better about not telling me that you do dumb shit, so I don't worry.
It was Jessica's birthday, and it's Laura's birthday on Sunday, so a big group of them got together at a restaurant downtown somewhere. Laura called me around 9:30 to ask if I was coming, which was nice, but I was too cranky to contemplate going, let alone appreciate the fact that someone had missed me and called to find out where I was. I had a very happy evening sitting at home and writing about the trip and being cranky. Ivan of the bad breath also called and invited me to hang out this weekend. I'm supposed to call him sometime. Cool.
Life is so much less exciting now that I'm home, which means that I have significantly less to write about. This is good, because maybe it means that I can soon resume life as usual and not be worried that I'm so far behind on my stupid blog. It's also ridiculous that I worry that people might care if I didn't write about every single one of my days. I'm getting more neurotic all the time. It's awesome. Really.
So I peaced out of school as fast as I could so that I wouldn't have to talk to anybody. I hadn't checked my email since a day or two before I left on the trip, so I was anxious to do that. My mom had written before I left that my car had been broken into, and I was very afraid that my pool cue had been stolen because I forgot to get everything out of my car before I left. However, Mom wrote to say that my pool cue was safe, as were some pillows and bed sheets. Also, she offered to photocopy my thesis notes and send me the photocopies so that the originals wouldn't get lost. Which I'm very very grateful for because that's going to be a monumental task, and I'm not sure that she realized what she was volunteering for. It was also a good day because I finally heard from Alex. And yes, you get publicly shamed for being a bad correspondent, but only because you're the only one I worry about. All the rest of you either don't do as much dumb shit, or are better about not telling me that you do dumb shit, so I don't worry.
It was Jessica's birthday, and it's Laura's birthday on Sunday, so a big group of them got together at a restaurant downtown somewhere. Laura called me around 9:30 to ask if I was coming, which was nice, but I was too cranky to contemplate going, let alone appreciate the fact that someone had missed me and called to find out where I was. I had a very happy evening sitting at home and writing about the trip and being cranky. Ivan of the bad breath also called and invited me to hang out this weekend. I'm supposed to call him sometime. Cool.
Life is so much less exciting now that I'm home, which means that I have significantly less to write about. This is good, because maybe it means that I can soon resume life as usual and not be worried that I'm so far behind on my stupid blog. It's also ridiculous that I worry that people might care if I didn't write about every single one of my days. I'm getting more neurotic all the time. It's awesome. Really.
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