Today was Wednesday! Guess what that means, kids! That's right! It's picture time!
We went to Pavlosk today, the summer residence built for Pavel I by his ever-loving mommy, Ekaterina II. It's basically a palace, some other buildings, and huge-ass park. This excursion was less boring than most of the others, but probably because we got to walk around in "the woods" and Meg got us lost trying to find the palace.
That was at least entertaining. And I don't mind walking around in the outside. It actually kinda reminded me of home in a nice way. I'm not really much of a nature kid (well, I like walking around outside while I'm tripping as much as everybody else—that's a joke, Mom) but I really just wanted to sit in the middle of the woods and get lost. Or not really lost, but just lost enough that I wouldn't hear any other people. Too bad you always have to stay with the group or the militsia will get you.
I think that I might also be making another friend. I know that sounds totally retarded, but as we all know, I don't really do the whole making friends thing very well. Anyway, I walked around with Laura a lot and she's pretty cool. She's quiet and laid back in the same kinda way that I am, and she's also fucking crazy (in a good way), which helps things a lot.
Yay trip! Yay friend!
Also, because I just remembered, I'm going to relate another Claire story. Because it's funny, and I don't like her, and being mean on the internet makes me want to kill her less. I know I'm a horrible person and that I'm going to burn in hell, but I'll figure that one out after I make it through this year. Anyway, this story comes courtesy of Laura, who has an internship with Claire at the Hermitage. Apparently, at the internship orientation, there was a dude who spoke a lot of really fast and enthusiastic Russian that Laura didn't understand. There was also a woman who spoke English that Laura and Claire will be working with maybe sometimes. And this woman doesn't speak Russian. But Claire refused to speak English. She would have compromised and spoken French, but finally the conversation had to continue with Claire writing her half of the conversation in English. As much as I secretly wish that I was that hard-core, there's a time and a place for everything. AND THERE'S NO TIME OR PLACE FOR YOU, BITCH! Oh, I'm so going to hell...
In the negative for the day is one of the dudes on the trip. I can't figure out whether he just really wants to be friends or if he kinda likes me. He's just awkward enough that he might just want to be friends. The rub is that I'm not really that interested in even being friends with him. He's kinda gross in a way that I can't really put my finger on and we also just didn't really click the couple times we conversed, and I'm not that interested in trying any harder. But he sat by me both times on the marshutka today, and it was gross.
Ew boys.
We went to Pavlosk today, the summer residence built for Pavel I by his ever-loving mommy, Ekaterina II. It's basically a palace, some other buildings, and huge-ass park. This excursion was less boring than most of the others, but probably because we got to walk around in "the woods" and Meg got us lost trying to find the palace.
That was at least entertaining. And I don't mind walking around in the outside. It actually kinda reminded me of home in a nice way. I'm not really much of a nature kid (well, I like walking around outside while I'm tripping as much as everybody else—that's a joke, Mom) but I really just wanted to sit in the middle of the woods and get lost. Or not really lost, but just lost enough that I wouldn't hear any other people. Too bad you always have to stay with the group or the militsia will get you.
I think that I might also be making another friend. I know that sounds totally retarded, but as we all know, I don't really do the whole making friends thing very well. Anyway, I walked around with Laura a lot and she's pretty cool. She's quiet and laid back in the same kinda way that I am, and she's also fucking crazy (in a good way), which helps things a lot.
Yay trip! Yay friend!
Also, because I just remembered, I'm going to relate another Claire story. Because it's funny, and I don't like her, and being mean on the internet makes me want to kill her less. I know I'm a horrible person and that I'm going to burn in hell, but I'll figure that one out after I make it through this year. Anyway, this story comes courtesy of Laura, who has an internship with Claire at the Hermitage. Apparently, at the internship orientation, there was a dude who spoke a lot of really fast and enthusiastic Russian that Laura didn't understand. There was also a woman who spoke English that Laura and Claire will be working with maybe sometimes. And this woman doesn't speak Russian. But Claire refused to speak English. She would have compromised and spoken French, but finally the conversation had to continue with Claire writing her half of the conversation in English. As much as I secretly wish that I was that hard-core, there's a time and a place for everything. AND THERE'S NO TIME OR PLACE FOR YOU, BITCH! Oh, I'm so going to hell...
In the negative for the day is one of the dudes on the trip. I can't figure out whether he just really wants to be friends or if he kinda likes me. He's just awkward enough that he might just want to be friends. The rub is that I'm not really that interested in even being friends with him. He's kinda gross in a way that I can't really put my finger on and we also just didn't really click the couple times we conversed, and I'm not that interested in trying any harder. But he sat by me both times on the marshutka today, and it was gross.
Ew boys.
posted by hillary at 3:30 AM
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Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them.
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