The days continue to slide by, bringing me that much closer to GOING HOME!!! Granted that this is still 5.5 weeks away, and more if I can work out going to the south of France and Kiev, Ukraine. France, because it's a free trip, and Kiev because... uh... it's a nice city. Really. No snickers about mullets or people whose names start with G, please.

The most entertaining thing to have happened in recent weeks is that I was mistaken for a prostitute! Granted that it was sort of late and I was standing on the corner, but still... Okay. So. I went over to Margaret's to watch "The Blues Brothers." Since my computer died, I have resorted to inviting myself over when I want to watch a movie. Anyway, the movie ended, and it was still theoretically possible to catch a marshutka home, since it was only 11.15. So I was waiting on the corner, watching the traffic so that I could catch the marshutka if I saw it go by, but then this man came up to me. "Excuse me, miss. Do you work here?" I automatically answered "No!" because I don't like to talk to people on the street, but then I realized what he'd said to me. By the time it had sunk in, he had already walked off. At this point, I figured that I'd probably be better off walking to the metro. So I did. I was totally appalled, mostly since I don't in any respect look like a hooker. Maybe my hair since it has a crappy red dye job right now and I cut it myself (but it's grown out really well). I don't even dress Russian, which is already halfway to whore. Whatever. Men are stupid. Oh, and speaking of men being stupid... There's this creepy guy from high school (yes, the sheep fucker) who still occasionally contacts me. Despite the fact that I haven't responded to him in years. Or ever, really. What's the deal? It's so not healthy to do that shit. Anyway. Moving on...

I found out that the big paper that I was supposed to have been working on all semester is going to be due the day after my birthday. Which is pretty much about as fan-fucking-tastic as it gets. So I will be stressed, cracked out, etc. etc. for my birthday and up all night at the internet cafe. At least they have beer, which might make the whole thing more acceptable. Of course, if I was on top of my shit, I would be almost done by now, but I'm not. I'd really much rather figure out my plans for what (who? what?) I'm going to do after the program and where the hell I'm going to live when I get back to Portland. At least I have a job. And! Maybe the best news of all that I haven't shared because there were some complications, is that I got into grad school at the University of Pittsburgh, and they have basically bend over backwards to get me to come. So it looks like I'm making tracks back east in the fall.

I'm not sure if I really have any more news. There will probably be more posts as my life continues to break down, and thus gets more hilarious.