I'm going to skip over school because we never do anything interesting. Then I went to the internet café to do research and work and wait until I could go to Meg's birthday party because it was her birthday today. Yay for Meg being old! (Just kidding...) Meg's mom came yesterday, and it was good to see her again. She also brought me Carmax so that when I get a cold and the skin under my nose splits, it won't look like I have leprosy for quite as long.
I bought some beer at the produkti across the street from Meg's. All the coolers that keep tasty drinks cold have some kind of electric locks on them, and you have to ask the lady behind the counter to unlock them for you. Anyway, I bought five or six bottles of beer and was putting them in my bag when I was approached by a bum, who held out a handful of kopeki and said (in Russian): "You're such a nice, smart, pretty girl. Please give me a beer." To which I said, "Uh, no." "But you're so nice and pretty!" "Uh, still no." And I walked away as fast as I could. I'm not about sharing my beer with the bomzhi.
The party was pretty fun—AuTumn was minus the annoying ex-pat from last time (although she in and of herself is occasionally pretty annoying...) so that was good. I also noticed that Jen is a super obnoxious drunk, and she's a real lightweight for her size and the frequency with which she drinks. I'm such a snob. I talked to James a lot, which was fun. There may be a translation dictionary in the works for the long months of dark, bored-ness and depression ahead. I also talked to Neil for a while, and I really liked him. I'm glad that I got a chance to do some character evaluation, but it also made his actions maybe even more incomprehensible. Whatever. I'll continue to be cryptic in the vague interests of protecting Meg's privacy. (There is no word for privacy in Russian. Nor is there a word for fun. Yay!)
James got really pissy with me after I started talking to Neil. I dunno whether it was because I didn't save his chair or because I didn't give him the right question to his question about Alana. Which is stupid, because as far as I know, James really likes Alana and doesn't particularly like me. Which is how I like it. I do not (uh, DO NOT), under any circumstances, want to get reinvolved with him. That's just all kinds of trouble that I don't want any part of. He asked if I wanted to get an apartment with him. And maybe it was because I was already two beers in, but I didn't even feel bad about saying no. Right now I'm all about getting me through this year, and James can fend for himself. He's doped up on all kinds of meds, so he's already got that going for him. I refused. I'm doing it hardcore, which means that I need his crazy even less. Living with him would just be like adding whack sauce to the crazy fries.
Reading back over the last paragraph, it reads almost like a justification for my actions. And I guess in a way it is. I'm not going to lie: it's pretty lonely here, and it would be easy. Then I remind myself that we're both fucking crazy, and he's probably still a really bad kisser. And who wants to deal with that? Let alone the lack of attraction unless I'm drunk... Why am I still writing? Enough. Hvatit.
I bought some beer at the produkti across the street from Meg's. All the coolers that keep tasty drinks cold have some kind of electric locks on them, and you have to ask the lady behind the counter to unlock them for you. Anyway, I bought five or six bottles of beer and was putting them in my bag when I was approached by a bum, who held out a handful of kopeki and said (in Russian): "You're such a nice, smart, pretty girl. Please give me a beer." To which I said, "Uh, no." "But you're so nice and pretty!" "Uh, still no." And I walked away as fast as I could. I'm not about sharing my beer with the bomzhi.
The party was pretty fun—AuTumn was minus the annoying ex-pat from last time (although she in and of herself is occasionally pretty annoying...) so that was good. I also noticed that Jen is a super obnoxious drunk, and she's a real lightweight for her size and the frequency with which she drinks. I'm such a snob. I talked to James a lot, which was fun. There may be a translation dictionary in the works for the long months of dark, bored-ness and depression ahead. I also talked to Neil for a while, and I really liked him. I'm glad that I got a chance to do some character evaluation, but it also made his actions maybe even more incomprehensible. Whatever. I'll continue to be cryptic in the vague interests of protecting Meg's privacy. (There is no word for privacy in Russian. Nor is there a word for fun. Yay!)
James got really pissy with me after I started talking to Neil. I dunno whether it was because I didn't save his chair or because I didn't give him the right question to his question about Alana. Which is stupid, because as far as I know, James really likes Alana and doesn't particularly like me. Which is how I like it. I do not (uh, DO NOT), under any circumstances, want to get reinvolved with him. That's just all kinds of trouble that I don't want any part of. He asked if I wanted to get an apartment with him. And maybe it was because I was already two beers in, but I didn't even feel bad about saying no. Right now I'm all about getting me through this year, and James can fend for himself. He's doped up on all kinds of meds, so he's already got that going for him. I refused. I'm doing it hardcore, which means that I need his crazy even less. Living with him would just be like adding whack sauce to the crazy fries.
Reading back over the last paragraph, it reads almost like a justification for my actions. And I guess in a way it is. I'm not going to lie: it's pretty lonely here, and it would be easy. Then I remind myself that we're both fucking crazy, and he's probably still a really bad kisser. And who wants to deal with that? Let alone the lack of attraction unless I'm drunk... Why am I still writing? Enough. Hvatit.
posted by hillary at 8:24 AM
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Damn, Hillary you missed out by not giving that bum a beer. You can learn all sorts of things by drinking with bums. Important things, too, like how to drunken Indian bear box.
And re:James and the apartment incident, well, you already know how I feel about interacting with people in real life, so I say, "Go you!"
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