Lydia Borisovna was gone when I got up this morning, but she left me kasha on the stove. It was actually really nice to have the morning to myself and ease into the day a little bit. They're actually really nice about the fact that I don't really like to talk in the morning, but I always feel a little bad about it. My brain is just not up to the gymnastics of managing all that much more than good morning, please, and thank you.
So probably because I was having so much fun all by myself, I left the house a little bit late this morning. So I got to the metro late. And rather than waiting in line and trying to elbow my way over to the standing side, I decided that I'd just go ahead and thump down the running side. Except that I forgot that the escalator was wet from all the melting snow from people's boots, and I slipped and fell on my ass. And not just fell, but fell and slid down several stairs (on my ass) into the man in front of me. And people laughed at me. So I picked myself up and continued to run down the stairs away from the people who had seen me fall. Those were some of the hardest stairs I've ever fallen on and my ass hurt a lot. It still hurt when I got to school and it was lame that I had to sit on it all day. It still hurts now, actually.
After school, I had to go to the knitting store with Jonathan. Sometime a long time ago I said that I'd fix the hole that he made in Jessica's mitten, and that he's go to the yarn store and buy the yarn to fix it. So I had to go today. I was cranky and did not want to go at all. Mostly because I don't really know anything about how to fix holes in mittens, other than it involves some yarn and a needle. And not that I knew the words for either one of those. Whatever. So we went to the knitting store, and I walked up to the counter, showed the lady the mitten, and said, "There's a hole and I have to fix it. What do I need?" She looked at the hole and then said that I could either cut the top of the mitten off and reknit it, or I could pull all the stitches together with some black thread for 13 rubles. I liked the easier 13 ruble option.
Then I went to the internet café to do "grad school research" which mostly consists of halfhearted looks at Slavic Languages & Literatures programs and reading livejournal. But I got an email from Claire in Paris, who apparently hates France about as much as I hate Russia, and we all know that misery loves company. It made me really happy to know that all the people who come back with glowing opinions of study abroad are really full of shit.
So more about the cell phone. I'd been trying not to get too mad that I still didn't have any service 23 hours after I paid for more minutes, but it hasn't been working too well. I saved my receipt just in case something like this happened, so I went back to the Ultrastar with the receipt and said, "I paid for minutes yesterday, and I still don't have any service. What happened?" To which they said that everything was fine on their end and that I'd have to take it up with my service provider. Blow me.
At this point I was too tired and fried to even contemplate going back out and dealing with the phone company, so I went home and watched tv with Lydia Borisovna and had dinner. Then I fixed Jessica's mitten. Lydia Borisovna was very curious about why I was fixing the mitten. She said, "Why didn't these kids just ask their hozyaika's (host moms) to do it?" To which I said, "I don't know. Maybe their host moms didn't know how." "Psssh. What kind of hozyaika doesn't know how to fix a mitten?"
Then I studied for the GRE and went to bed. More good times on Friday night.
So probably because I was having so much fun all by myself, I left the house a little bit late this morning. So I got to the metro late. And rather than waiting in line and trying to elbow my way over to the standing side, I decided that I'd just go ahead and thump down the running side. Except that I forgot that the escalator was wet from all the melting snow from people's boots, and I slipped and fell on my ass. And not just fell, but fell and slid down several stairs (on my ass) into the man in front of me. And people laughed at me. So I picked myself up and continued to run down the stairs away from the people who had seen me fall. Those were some of the hardest stairs I've ever fallen on and my ass hurt a lot. It still hurt when I got to school and it was lame that I had to sit on it all day. It still hurts now, actually.
After school, I had to go to the knitting store with Jonathan. Sometime a long time ago I said that I'd fix the hole that he made in Jessica's mitten, and that he's go to the yarn store and buy the yarn to fix it. So I had to go today. I was cranky and did not want to go at all. Mostly because I don't really know anything about how to fix holes in mittens, other than it involves some yarn and a needle. And not that I knew the words for either one of those. Whatever. So we went to the knitting store, and I walked up to the counter, showed the lady the mitten, and said, "There's a hole and I have to fix it. What do I need?" She looked at the hole and then said that I could either cut the top of the mitten off and reknit it, or I could pull all the stitches together with some black thread for 13 rubles. I liked the easier 13 ruble option.
Then I went to the internet café to do "grad school research" which mostly consists of halfhearted looks at Slavic Languages & Literatures programs and reading livejournal. But I got an email from Claire in Paris, who apparently hates France about as much as I hate Russia, and we all know that misery loves company. It made me really happy to know that all the people who come back with glowing opinions of study abroad are really full of shit.
So more about the cell phone. I'd been trying not to get too mad that I still didn't have any service 23 hours after I paid for more minutes, but it hasn't been working too well. I saved my receipt just in case something like this happened, so I went back to the Ultrastar with the receipt and said, "I paid for minutes yesterday, and I still don't have any service. What happened?" To which they said that everything was fine on their end and that I'd have to take it up with my service provider. Blow me.
At this point I was too tired and fried to even contemplate going back out and dealing with the phone company, so I went home and watched tv with Lydia Borisovna and had dinner. Then I fixed Jessica's mitten. Lydia Borisovna was very curious about why I was fixing the mitten. She said, "Why didn't these kids just ask their hozyaika's (host moms) to do it?" To which I said, "I don't know. Maybe their host moms didn't know how." "Psssh. What kind of hozyaika doesn't know how to fix a mitten?"
Then I studied for the GRE and went to bed. More good times on Friday night.
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