[x] - You like cheese.
[ ] - You hate peanuts.
[x] - You agree that this quiz is random.
[ ] - You have farted today.
[x] - You have choked on something.
[ ] - You are a writer.
[] - You smoke.
[x] - You like to swim.
[ ] - You have farted more than once today.
[x] - You like ice cream.
TOTAL SO FAR = 5
[x] - You have lied more than 10 times.
[ ] - You are an only child.
[ ] - You have more than 3 pets.
[x] - You prefer water to other drinks.
[ ] - You are an alcoholic.
[x] - You are under 20 years old.
[ ] - You are over 30 years old.
[ ] - You have a boyfriend/girlfriend.
[x] - You like jewelry.
[ ] - Your favorite music genre is rock.
TOTAL SO FAR = 9
[ ] - You weigh more than 140 lbs.
[x] - You like pirates.
[x] - You like anime.
[x] - You are a fangirl/fanboy of something.
[ ] - You take a prescription drug every day.
[ ] - You have a job.
[x] - You live with your parents.
[ ] - You like to eat eggs.
[ ] - You have a religion.
[x] - You dress stranger than other people.
TOTAL SO FAR = 14
[ ] - You have had diarrhea in the past 2 weeks.
[x] - You have eaten something odd before. (Venison, Alligator, rabbit, ostritch, emu, moose, bison, various fruits and vegies not native to the US D)
[ ] - You are bad at math.
[x] - You love electronics.
[x] - Someone/something has pissed you off in the past week.
[ ] - You cuss a lot.
[x] - You believe in aliens.
[x] - You play video games.
[ ] - You have low self-esteem.
[x] - You carry a purse.
TOTAL SO FAR = 20
[x] - You like flowers.
[ ] - You are bisexual or homosexual
[ ] - You are a Capricorn or a Scorpio.
[ ] - You have used tarot before.
[x] - You believe in ghosts.
[ ] - You think *The-Fun-Group is awesome.
[ ] - You like :dev:Fotus9:'s horoscopes better than *An-Unsure-Thing's.
[ ] - You thought today's funny saying was really funny.
[ ] - You have gotten one of the daily riddle's right.
[x] - You have gotten in/came close to being in a fist fight.
TOTAL SO FAR = 23
[x] - You like fire.
[ ] - You have fainted or passed out before.
[ ] - You have a high school diploma.
[x] - You live in America.
[ ] - You use hand sanitizer a lot.
[x] - You consider yourself a nerd.
[ ] - You have tried chewing tobacco.
[ ] - You are a conspiracy theorist.
[ ] - You sleep in the nude.
[ ] - You will tag people to do this.
TOTAL SO FAR = 26
[x] - You have imagined yourself being famous.
[x] - You own a stuffed animal.
[x] - You like watermelon.
[ ] - You live in Europe.
[ ] - You have a fetish for something.
[ ] - You fidget a lot.
[x] - You agree that this quiz has nothing to do with anything.
[ ] - You won't re-post this quiz.
[ ] - You have your own personal computer and don't share one.
[x] - You have a brother.
TOTAL SO FAR = 31
[x] - You can cook well.
[x] - You like to party.
[ ] - You are a bad dancer.
[ ] - You are a professional dancer.
[x] - You have crossed paths with a black cat.
[x] - You have a friend that you think is crazy.
[x] - You have under 10 good, close friends.
[ ] - You are anticipating your answer to this quiz.
[x] - You have run away from something.
[ ] - You have watched the movie: "X Men 3".
TOTAL SO FAR = 37
[x] - You like to mix soft drinks together.
[x] - You have done an odd experiment. (plenty)
[x] - People have stared at you oddly in public.
[x] - Your grandmother(s) are still alive.
[ ] - You have a step-mom or dad.
[ ] - You hate to be tagged.
[ ] - You have been a member to dA for under 3 months.
[ ] - You have a dA subscription.
[x] - Your hair is brown.
[x] - You love to eat candy.
TOTAL SO FAR = 43
[x] - You have dressed up for Halloween.
[x] - You love cats.
[x] - You have a quirky personality. (Or so I'm told)
[ ] - You are a coffee addict.
[ ] - You live near a body of water.
[x] - You have had a toothache.
[x] - You currently have to go to the bathroom.
[x] - You like reading others' answers to "What would you do?".
[x] - You use the term: "Epic Fail".
GRAND TOTAL = 50
Find your score & re-post this titled as "I'm 50, and Flammable!". (Put your answer in the blank.)
0-25 = A spaceship.
26 = Corn.
27 = The Chosen One.
28 = A donkey.
29 = Flashlight.
30 = Weed.
31 = Stalker.
32 = Poodle.
33 = A turd.
34 = Pacifier.
35 = Chili.
36 = A continent.
37 = Bamboo.
38 = A Nissan Skyline.
39 = Pedophile.
40 = A rather large and smelly fish.
41 = Parachute.
42 = Mob of angry sheep.
43 = A clone of yourself.
44 = A mortified chocolate deer antler.
45 = Pincushion.
46 = Toilet seat.
47 = Ninja.
48 = Psycho passion fruit.
49 = Yellow snow.
50 = Flammable.
51 = A poison Easter basket.
52 = A dirty diaper.
53 = Mammary gland.
54 = A moose humping a guardrail.
55 = An illegal immigrant.
56 = Tofu.
57 = Microscopic testicle fuzz.
58 = Staple gun.
59 = Tail feather.
60 = A white rapper.
61 = A shotgun shell.
62 = Sexy as hell.
63 = A popcorn fart.
64 = A rusty, herpes infected needle.
65 = Fortune cookie.
66 = Barack Obama.
67 = Chinchilla.
68 = Weapon of mass destruction.
69 = An epic failure at everything.
70 = A semi-proportionate and anonymous fish scale.
71 = Naughty nymphomaniac.
72 = Bicycle tire.
73 = Sweat.
74 = The Bubonic Plague.
75 = Turkey.
76 = Amoeba.
77 = A lice-infected hobo.
78 = The ruler of all evil.
79 = Horny toad.
80 = Fairy Godmother.
81 = Tuba.
82 = Anorexic llama capillary.
83 = Moldy snot.
84 = Miley Cyrus wannabe.
85 = Doppelganger.
86 = Future porn star.
87 = Unnatural disaster.
88 = Statistical database.
89 = Genital lice.
90 = Rocket launcher.
91 = Ruby vomit.
92 = Maggot.
93 = Selfish antagonistic poofing cat.
94 = Pudding.
95 = A gravy train.
96 = Santa Claus.
97 = Paris Hilton's big toe.
98 = Decaying insect corpse.
99 = Blood bank.
100 = Freak of nature and humanity.
I tag:: The Trilingual Bookeater, BBJBJ, The Tenth Muse, ElisesPieces, The Evil Genius, Shrey G, Linky Linker, Shelko Star, and Dominating Cookies. I think that's everyone that I regularly talk to on Buzz and/or other places. :) And if you don't do this, I will personally eat you. Have a good day at the Ministry of Magic!
Now for the journal-part of this psot:
I had to put that thing up there. It is a measurement of epicness. And I'm Flammable! >:D
In am currently eating oatmeal and watermelon. it tastes good. At least teh watermelon does. But I have to eat this stupid outmeal and go do the dishes and laundry. Oh, boy.
About yesterday:
Yesterday, after I stopped Blogging adn whatnot, Grandma and I went to this awesome, Fashion-Square Mall-like place. Finally, a real mall!! I felt like at home, instead of those hot, horrible multiple-story plazas I tlaked about in earlier posts, this was a true mall. So, while we were there, I got a couple shirts (a soft lavender adn a bright rasberry pink), a dress (I know this sounds unlike me, wearingn a dress, but this dress is awesome. Im going to wear it on teh first dya of school. Youll all see it then), and leggings (black leggings, perfect for everything. i lvoe them!) The mall was gorgous, adn Grandma and I had some good bonding time. Now I know how to use the metro adn bus stations by myself! Although I cant go anywhere because my phone vaporized. But I know where it is and Ill get it soon. :)
And so, the real 'adventure' was today. I went by myself to teh movies (movies here are the same as going to teh computer to check email here) and I saw this strange female Indiana Jones-esque film, which was originally French. I saw teh film (review will be later), ate some icecream, and because I wanted to go drink some mineral sirup later, I walked around my local mall (where the movie theatre was located - along with a grocery store, food-court, and stuff like that) in circles until I ate my icecream, proceded to teh mineral-sirup, drank the new taste for today (it was this green... thing. i have no idea how it tasted, at first i thought it was alchahol but then i realized that alchahol tastes much worse (dont ask me how i know - read my previous posts from january)) and i went outside to drink it and headed home. now, ive already read the newspapers in english that grandma got me (rather intersting newspapers, actually) and i was aching to start HP3, in Russian (since ive already read 2 and 5). And also, I wanted more sirup. So I looked around the small bookstore (its very small, with only one wall of books) and oh wow! No HP. But tons of fantasy: I saw Twilight (Sumerki), Vampire Slaters (Ohotniki za Vampirami) and stuff like that. But no HP. There were fantasy books all right, but they werent apatazing enough. *eats a forkful of oatmeal* This stuff is disgusting.
So I drank the rest of my sirup and trudged abck to teh mall. To get more sirup. And I got the same sirup. And then i officially headed home. And I made some outmeal and watermelon. And I got teh compter and put it on teh kitchen table. And so, here I am now. :)
Ive promised a review, didnt I?
The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blac-Sec
Rather good movie. About this woman, in her 20s, whos an adventurer Indiana Jones-like in 1911, I think. But not really. She just happens to have tons of enemies. In teh movie, we only see her have a true Indie-style adventure when she tries to find this mummy of a dead doctor. She has this old-dude friend who can make dead things come alive, and he livens a 135 million year old pterodactyl egg. So theres a pterodactyl loose on the city. And so we find out that Adele wants this mummy to be alive again because her sister, who has a pin in her brain and is still somehow alive, is nearly dead and she wants the doctor dude to help her. Only her old-dude friend is captured, and so she uses the pterodactyl to save him. Oh yeah, adn then theres this other dude, whos in love with Adele, who helps her with the pterodactyl, and thers the president of france, who Adele jumped on to stop the pterodactyle from getting him. And so, this hunter-ddue shoots the pterodactyl, and in turn, the old-dude almsot dies. Then the pterodactyl dies. And the old-dude dies. But his spirit or something of the like lives on adn it made everything 2 kilometers away be living, and so the mummy-dude, who really isnt a doctor, goes and tries to wake other mummies, hoping that thers a doctor between them. And then they make Adeles sister healthy again, and nearly everyone lives happy. The lovey-dude falls with Adele's sister, adn I think they have something going on. Newspapers are talking about wakling mummies, and stuff like that. Adele goes on a trip at the end, for a vacation, on teh Titanic. And so, the credits begin. :)
God movie. Slightly disturbing at parts, but still good. The graphics fail majorly. The acting suffers at some points, adn some points in the storyline make no sense, but in all it was enjoyable. Enjoyable. The thing I loved most was the mood of the film. If you guys seen Sherlock Holmes 2009, its kinda the mood of that film: gray, moody, but not to that extent that Sherlock Holmes had. This moodyness had flowers and feathers. I need to make some fanart of this film. The characters are hilarious. :)
So, while you all are enjoying the rest of your summer vacation (which is quickly coming to a close - wow, time flies!), remember me, and imagine what this new dress looks like. Have fun commenting.
Sincerely, Calli
(Help old ladies across the road!!)
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Rossiya (cont.) + Fandom
So, I believe Ive ended nthe alst post with me going first into the Haunted Walk at my summer camp in teh dead of night adn dragging the second girl in line by the hands because she went so slow.
Yes. So. We went in. We saw the camp managers, lords and ladies (we were supposed to call them that) dressed in ghastly costumes. I remmber this bride wearing dark makeup and bloodstains running out of the bushes and taking me by the hand and yelling "TAKE ME TO MY HUSBAND!!" As I was first, all teh "evil spirits" came to me first. Joy. There was also this head. This guy just came down the path, dressed in dementor-like robes (im not kidding), holding a cut-off head by a bandage. The head looked like something out of Partycity covered in red paint or ketchup, one of them. So, it came towards us at a steady limping pace, I just hopped around it to the other side, and kept on walking, but OMGGPS!! The other girls were staring at teh Headless Dude and backing off. What IDIOTS!! Cant they see its ketchup?? And so I resumed my waiting pose, looking annoyed while they backed away, farther adn farther away, until teh girl behind me skrted around the Headless Dude adn glomped me. Joy. -----
Grandma just ncalled adn told me to do teh laundry adn water the flowers. 30 mins...
---Im back!
So, as said above, she glomped me. I taught Russians how to glomp. But one of teh girls, Catlin (in teh camp we were supposed to use nicknames. I picked 'Caltra' and was called 'Koltra' for the first few days T-T.), kept on firing insults at the spirits. "What a pretty head you have!!" "I love your dress!!" "Are those blood stains real?" She kept the other scaredy-cats in line and marching through the forest. AND SO, we got to this little girl, just sitting on teh path, hugging a panda-bear and combing her pigtails. She sees us, reaches her hand out, and pleads, "Take me to my mommy..." Catlin, in return, yelled, "HOWBOUT I TAKE YOU TO JUVENILLE PRISON??" (of course, dont forget that all this dialogue was in Russian). It was awesome. I nearly fell down laughing. But we got through the trail, and then, we had to get back to our building and go to sleep. And so, we had to walk on a path where, by teh smell of it, horses walked. That was probobly teh scariest part of the trail.
Erm, now, since nothing much happened, I got sick, laddiedada, My aunt picked me up from teh dacha and had me revitalize at her apartment. Thats where I got in touch with a true touch of videogame nostalgia.
HP2 videogame for teh PC. I last played it when I was 7 years old. And now, this year, I played it again. Some random moments in teh game, while I was playing it, I had flashbacks to me, sitting on the bed, watching my aunt fighting orange snails with "rictusemptra" and "flipendo!!" When I saw the cutscene where Riddle finds Hagrid, I had this flashback where I sat and kept on walking through them during the cutsene (at that part, it shows Hagrid adn Riddle doing things, and you, as transparent Harry, can walk through them and around them adn stuff like that). Then, during the Rictusemptra Challengs (every time you learn a spell, you need to have a challenge to prove your worth), when I saw the first enemies, teh fire-farting six-legged spider-turtles, I gasped. Because of those things I cut my cheek with a nail 6 years before!! When I saw Peeves again, I centered my wand on him and "splurge"d to heart's delight. When I looked over the Chocolate cards Ive collected over the game, I have moments, "I remember that one!! Shes hat girl who found gillywater!! Thats the dude whos roof fell in because of that backfired spell!!" Moments of true bliss. I remember the boss fight with Aragog, when I knew not to open that chest with "alahomora" because I remembered there was a hidden gnome in there. At this moment in the game, I'm in the Chamber of Secrets, with no Wiggenweld Potions (health-restoring potions), with 3/4 of my lighting bolt filled up (the lifes in this game are called stamina and theyre measured with lightning bolts and if you collect enough cards, you get lightning bolts added on) so theres only 2 hits before I faint again. And Ive saved RIGHT AT THE WORST PART!! And teh door just locked behind me. And there are two, extremely fast snails in front of me, paired with 2 Large Cornish Pixies, which require 2 hits each. HELP ME. Im deathly afraid of those snails!! Theyre fast... I eman, once they see you, the snails chanrge, adn you 'faint'. And come back 2 steps away from the place you died. But the snails... Theres this place near it, its like a pit, but its closed. I remember it, somewhere deep in my memory, how to get past this part... but at this moment I cant understand it. I hate snails. But the memory... I remember Tanya (my aunt) got stuck on that part too.
And so, yesterday, continuing with the HPfandom, I spent most of the day on Mugglenet. Because I wasnt on there so much and decided to have some fun. And oh boy, I did. I listened to all teh former MuggleCasts (including the one at Infinitus, or whatever its called) and now I ahve this huge urge to run to Florida and sneak into WWoHP. I just have to. EEK!! When my parents have their next conference in Florida, Ill beg for them t take me there. Even though both my mom and my dad are fed up with HP. >.<>:D
In other news, since it changes every day, yesterday I went to a Japanese resteraunt with Grandma, and we ate sushi. And meso soup. If thats how you spell it. And the meso soup was delicious! Yum, the tofu, the kelp, it was all so delicious!! Once teh sushi came, I was an animal. I quickly snatched a simple kelp-covered small roll with my chopsticks, dipped it in soysauce, and proceded to teh next while Grandma only opened her napkin, complete with a fork and knife. I taught Grandma about the soy sauce and teh ginger thing and which rolls are my fav (those simple ones - with only the little fish, rice, and kelp covering). And we talked. Now, since Ive learned to do as teh Romans do, we fight much less. Once I get back home, then Ill do things my way. Plus, Grandma doesnt need all that stress of fighting me. Now were more like good friends. And I showed that by letting her do my hair (into braids!! Ew!!), buying me a pistachio-colored tunic (which I like, except for that disgusting color. it fits me very well, and its soft and comfortable. but the color is just plain disgusting!), and eating at least a little bit instead of nothing at dinnertime.
And one of the major things I hate about this summer: the heat. With a capital H. So its more like Heat. Its arid, hot, humid, and it feels like the atmosphere is determinded to squash you into a human-colored pulp. Its horrible. I sweat so much that its unbearable when Im outside. And the absolute worst part is that most of Moscow doesnt have an AC. Now that sucks eggs. This weather is sortof like AZ, so its not that hard on me. Im used to being outside for a little while, then diving back into teh well-conditioned oasis of a building. But NO!! Moscow isnt used to this type of weather, so no ACs are found!! So its even hotter inside than outside!! My Grands, on the other hand, are smart people, who have ACs in the kitchen and in the living room. So I DO have an AZ-like feeling. Except when I go out to the store and whatnot. To get mineral water with sirup. :) I almost forgot to tell you guys about that.
Because of teh heat, vendors are getting business. In teh old Soviet days, there were these machines for mineral water (bubbly water, carbonated water, but I call it mineral water) mixed with sirup. Now, there are tewo machines standing not far away from my building at a mini-mall called Ladya (which means nothing, its just a word). I fell in love with those machines. They are exactly like those in those old Soviet films adn cartoons! I just pay 10-20 Rubles (about 30-70 cents) and choose my mineral water with teh sirup I like. I love the lemon version, double sirup. its so good!!
And so, while I have time, I'll go, take a walk to the machines, take a look at the stores, adn head back, through teh heat, to my oasis.
Hnm. This post seems much more cheery than teh last post. Anyways, goodbye misters!!
Yes. So. We went in. We saw the camp managers, lords and ladies (we were supposed to call them that) dressed in ghastly costumes. I remmber this bride wearing dark makeup and bloodstains running out of the bushes and taking me by the hand and yelling "TAKE ME TO MY HUSBAND!!" As I was first, all teh "evil spirits" came to me first. Joy. There was also this head. This guy just came down the path, dressed in dementor-like robes (im not kidding), holding a cut-off head by a bandage. The head looked like something out of Partycity covered in red paint or ketchup, one of them. So, it came towards us at a steady limping pace, I just hopped around it to the other side, and kept on walking, but OMGGPS!! The other girls were staring at teh Headless Dude and backing off. What IDIOTS!! Cant they see its ketchup?? And so I resumed my waiting pose, looking annoyed while they backed away, farther adn farther away, until teh girl behind me skrted around the Headless Dude adn glomped me. Joy. -----
Grandma just ncalled adn told me to do teh laundry adn water the flowers. 30 mins...
---Im back!
So, as said above, she glomped me. I taught Russians how to glomp. But one of teh girls, Catlin (in teh camp we were supposed to use nicknames. I picked 'Caltra' and was called 'Koltra' for the first few days T-T.), kept on firing insults at the spirits. "What a pretty head you have!!" "I love your dress!!" "Are those blood stains real?" She kept the other scaredy-cats in line and marching through the forest. AND SO, we got to this little girl, just sitting on teh path, hugging a panda-bear and combing her pigtails. She sees us, reaches her hand out, and pleads, "Take me to my mommy..." Catlin, in return, yelled, "HOWBOUT I TAKE YOU TO JUVENILLE PRISON??" (of course, dont forget that all this dialogue was in Russian). It was awesome. I nearly fell down laughing. But we got through the trail, and then, we had to get back to our building and go to sleep. And so, we had to walk on a path where, by teh smell of it, horses walked. That was probobly teh scariest part of the trail.
Erm, now, since nothing much happened, I got sick, laddiedada, My aunt picked me up from teh dacha and had me revitalize at her apartment. Thats where I got in touch with a true touch of videogame nostalgia.
HP2 videogame for teh PC. I last played it when I was 7 years old. And now, this year, I played it again. Some random moments in teh game, while I was playing it, I had flashbacks to me, sitting on the bed, watching my aunt fighting orange snails with "rictusemptra" and "flipendo!!" When I saw the cutscene where Riddle finds Hagrid, I had this flashback where I sat and kept on walking through them during the cutsene (at that part, it shows Hagrid adn Riddle doing things, and you, as transparent Harry, can walk through them and around them adn stuff like that). Then, during the Rictusemptra Challengs (every time you learn a spell, you need to have a challenge to prove your worth), when I saw the first enemies, teh fire-farting six-legged spider-turtles, I gasped. Because of those things I cut my cheek with a nail 6 years before!! When I saw Peeves again, I centered my wand on him and "splurge"d to heart's delight. When I looked over the Chocolate cards Ive collected over the game, I have moments, "I remember that one!! Shes hat girl who found gillywater!! Thats the dude whos roof fell in because of that backfired spell!!" Moments of true bliss. I remember the boss fight with Aragog, when I knew not to open that chest with "alahomora" because I remembered there was a hidden gnome in there. At this moment in the game, I'm in the Chamber of Secrets, with no Wiggenweld Potions (health-restoring potions), with 3/4 of my lighting bolt filled up (the lifes in this game are called stamina and theyre measured with lightning bolts and if you collect enough cards, you get lightning bolts added on) so theres only 2 hits before I faint again. And Ive saved RIGHT AT THE WORST PART!! And teh door just locked behind me. And there are two, extremely fast snails in front of me, paired with 2 Large Cornish Pixies, which require 2 hits each. HELP ME. Im deathly afraid of those snails!! Theyre fast... I eman, once they see you, the snails chanrge, adn you 'faint'. And come back 2 steps away from the place you died. But the snails... Theres this place near it, its like a pit, but its closed. I remember it, somewhere deep in my memory, how to get past this part... but at this moment I cant understand it. I hate snails. But the memory... I remember Tanya (my aunt) got stuck on that part too.
And so, yesterday, continuing with the HPfandom, I spent most of the day on Mugglenet. Because I wasnt on there so much and decided to have some fun. And oh boy, I did. I listened to all teh former MuggleCasts (including the one at Infinitus, or whatever its called) and now I ahve this huge urge to run to Florida and sneak into WWoHP. I just have to. EEK!! When my parents have their next conference in Florida, Ill beg for them t take me there. Even though both my mom and my dad are fed up with HP. >.<>:D
In other news, since it changes every day, yesterday I went to a Japanese resteraunt with Grandma, and we ate sushi. And meso soup. If thats how you spell it. And the meso soup was delicious! Yum, the tofu, the kelp, it was all so delicious!! Once teh sushi came, I was an animal. I quickly snatched a simple kelp-covered small roll with my chopsticks, dipped it in soysauce, and proceded to teh next while Grandma only opened her napkin, complete with a fork and knife. I taught Grandma about the soy sauce and teh ginger thing and which rolls are my fav (those simple ones - with only the little fish, rice, and kelp covering). And we talked. Now, since Ive learned to do as teh Romans do, we fight much less. Once I get back home, then Ill do things my way. Plus, Grandma doesnt need all that stress of fighting me. Now were more like good friends. And I showed that by letting her do my hair (into braids!! Ew!!), buying me a pistachio-colored tunic (which I like, except for that disgusting color. it fits me very well, and its soft and comfortable. but the color is just plain disgusting!), and eating at least a little bit instead of nothing at dinnertime.
And one of the major things I hate about this summer: the heat. With a capital H. So its more like Heat. Its arid, hot, humid, and it feels like the atmosphere is determinded to squash you into a human-colored pulp. Its horrible. I sweat so much that its unbearable when Im outside. And the absolute worst part is that most of Moscow doesnt have an AC. Now that sucks eggs. This weather is sortof like AZ, so its not that hard on me. Im used to being outside for a little while, then diving back into teh well-conditioned oasis of a building. But NO!! Moscow isnt used to this type of weather, so no ACs are found!! So its even hotter inside than outside!! My Grands, on the other hand, are smart people, who have ACs in the kitchen and in the living room. So I DO have an AZ-like feeling. Except when I go out to the store and whatnot. To get mineral water with sirup. :) I almost forgot to tell you guys about that.
Because of teh heat, vendors are getting business. In teh old Soviet days, there were these machines for mineral water (bubbly water, carbonated water, but I call it mineral water) mixed with sirup. Now, there are tewo machines standing not far away from my building at a mini-mall called Ladya (which means nothing, its just a word). I fell in love with those machines. They are exactly like those in those old Soviet films adn cartoons! I just pay 10-20 Rubles (about 30-70 cents) and choose my mineral water with teh sirup I like. I love the lemon version, double sirup. its so good!!
And so, while I have time, I'll go, take a walk to the machines, take a look at the stores, adn head back, through teh heat, to my oasis.
Hnm. This post seems much more cheery than teh last post. Anyways, goodbye misters!!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Rossiya
This summer I have had almsot no time to be on teh Internet. Oh well. Now, I have full days to be online, adn I will use those days to my liking. Yesh. Yesh I will.
So. I have been here, in the Moscow area, since June 14th. It was rainy, adn cold, and humid, adn I LOVED it. Now, the hot weather front has come, and its dry. Arizona dry. So it doesnt mater whether I'm at home or at my relatives, its hot everywhere. Joy. The grass in front of my building is all cracked adn yellow, similar to our cry, crackly, horrible Arizona grass. Its so hot that even the little creek that ran by my grands' dacha (forest vacation-home thing. similar to cabin in flagstaff)! So now, even out of the city its deathly.
So tahts wh I sit inside. Earlier this summer, my grandma got furious seing how freaking PALE I was. I like being pale. I dont want to ahve a tan, I like myself the way I am. And also, I dont play sports, so I have no excuse for being outside back home. So basically, I'm shut inside all teh time, adn to be honst, it suits me. I like being inside. And my grandma doesnt enjoy that. In the beginning of summer, we had so many fights ; clothes, tans, shopping, videogames, books. She obviosly forgot who I was over those 2 years we didnt see eachn other, or maybe I just changed so much.
When I lat saw her, I came out of my horrible 5th grade year, drained adn hopeless, but determinded to refill my awesomeinator adn dominate 6th grade. or at least get some god friends. And Grandma helped me then. She brought me back onto my feet, and pushed me so that I can soar. Now, its been two years. In those two years, Ive changed schools, changed voiews, changed friends, changed interests. Instead of that downridden preteen, I am now a confident teenager, determinded to make war (which I did. it was awesome. But later. >:D). You guys knolw Ive ahd a tough year. I got used to ahving friends all around me, adn now, in class, I was in the minority. I had the hyenas and my out-of-class-friends next to me, and their friendship carried me through. Thanks guys. So maybe I was a little down, but in all, I was faring much better than in teh summer of 6th. And I wanted to take Russia by teh horns. Too bad that didnt wrk out.
I came to Russia with an enflamed and somewhat-secret Harry Potter obsession (no, you guys really dont know how much stuff is hidden from everyone at home adn how open I am at school), a huge ego, and a stubbornness to do things MY way. Because that is how things will be. Thats the reason for my many fights with Grandma. I refused to do things the Russian way: I refused to eat at times (because I'm used to hunger: you guys know that I forgot my lunch most of the time at school), I wore what I wanted (no, Grandma, I will NOT wear that dress!!), and stuff like that. I'm used to being low-budget: I would not have my relatives buy stuff for me. So that started a little war. I just couldnt eat a lot, I cant stand wearing uncomfortable (for me) clothes, I cant look at people buying stuff for me. Its not what Im used to.
On top of that, not only have these fights been scattering in my brain, but also, Ive noticed things that have been in the background in my previous visits. Now, I can barely fit my head under the swing when I swing standing at the dacha. Has it been that long already? Everyone on the streets wears the same frown, same serious expression. Is it that bad here? Every second person smokes a cigarette, holds a beer bottle, or looks as if they'll break down any second. Do you know theres something else to live for? Those sunny individuals, those white ravens, pop out like stains on sheets. They look so alone, but everytime I see one of those rare smiles, I too smile. Those smiling people make my day. So far I have only seen one. People dont talk on the phone rapidly, laughing or gninning. They just walk to their next destination, focused, their brows wrinkled from worry. Its almost as if their personal troubles have to be forced onto someone else. Maybe thats just me. I'm used to something called 'customer service', where to get a higher rating you need a positive attitude. Im used to people pushing away their personal troubles to do their work well and cheery. Those ladies who sell vegetables at the market want to kill me with their hopeless stare. 'Why is that girl smiling so much?' My heartful 'thank you' slipped by their ears. I know for sure, that when my brother and I go to teh Yogurt Bar during teh weekend, we always smile and say hello to the cashier and she smiles and says hello back. Maybe she even waves. And when we leave, she says 'goodbye! have a nice day!' and my brother waves back, 'you too!' and both of us look as if we mean it. we want each other to have a good day. I am propelling her business; i want her employers to prosper, and she wants me to enjoy my frozen yogurt and come for more. Here, I smile, say hello, ask for what I want, pay, and expect at least a glance in return, but my thank you and gratefulness is forgotten. The cashier doesnt even look at her buyer. Talk about sad.
And there is a constant case of child corruption. I have met this great person. Shes fifteen, volenteers at a hospital, gets good grades... But she smokes. Shes a really awesome person. But she smokes. At fifteen. Her parents dont know, and she expects me to give in to her secret. Ive met the daughter of my moms cousin, Katya (Kate, translated). Now, this girl is gone. Shes way beyond the barrier and theres nohope of bringing her back, into teh world of logic and reasoning. Why do you wear so much makeup? The human being is already beatiful, already perfect. Do you really need that sweater? Or those flip flops? Or those jeans? In addition to that, she cusses like a maniac, poses like a model on Victoria's Secret posters (which isnt a compliment for those who are wondering) and dreams about a 'prince on a white horse'. She should meet Link sometime adn fall abck onto Earth. her brother, Andrei (Andrew, translated), is a great kid. We had this huge talk with him, his mom, my moma dn me, which was 4 fours long. We wanted to go to sleep, Katya fell asleep on teh couch-bed, Ludya (the mom) adn my mom (on an inflatable bed on the floor) started talking, adn since neither Andrei nor I could sleep, we joined into teh conversation. We talked about intelectuals, corrupted youth, worms that live in your eyes, the awesomeness of internet, those awesome things that awesome peopel talk about. So that night I made good friends with Andrei. Hes an really good kid. Except when hes with his sister. He becomes catty, rude, unpleasant, and then, they (Katya adn Andrei) ask me why I wont talk to them and hide behind "Battle of the Labyrinth" (which, at that time, I didnt finish and was desperate to get to the end, because now, I too ahve a soft spot for Percy and his friends in my heart). But that night, we talked for 4 hours. Until 4 in teh morning. It was AWESOME. At the end, the moms were going crazy, acting like me during an obsession-fit. Falling over, laughing, not making intelligent sounds, and the like. They were drinking WATER. I went over to Andrei adn whispered, "Imagine what theyll be like on alchahol!!"
*rereads her words adn laughs * I love you guys. I love each and every one of you. You, my dearest Basis-friends, have shaped me to become this person. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you (ow my hand....) Yes I typed that all up by hand. Becuase I'm just awesome like that.
And onto otehr news: My awesomeinator is getting filled up. I got bitten by a dog, learned how to bake bread, and hummed "Buckbeak's Flight" while on my bike, cruising in circles around the village where my grands' dacha is. I love that song :) Now, onto happier news, or just news ("It changes every day, you see?" XD Sorry guys, I spent half the day today on Mugglenet. XD)
Erm, I went to summer boarding camp. Its kinda like summer camp but in boarding school. And I had so mcuh fun!! I learned how to weave friendship bracelets, found out weird facts about myself that I didnt know (thanks, psychologist!!), and got a virus. And a big one. I lay in bed for a couple days after the first week (I was in camp for 2 weeks) and it got ahrd for me to swallow. I got this infection in my throat, at one point, swallowing became so painful I was crying. I had my grandparents pick me up (their dacha isnt far away from the camp) and they called... er... how is it in english? When the person is so sick, they need emergency care...? Well, I lay in bed, with a huge temperature, crying, my throat was like needles were being pressed into it. I could barely sleep that night. I got better, slopped crying (my grandma was fighting to put my hair up in pigtails, so that my hair wouldnt mess wiht my breathing and i didnt like that because i wear loose ponytails. but i was too weak to argue, i just gave in.) afterwards sleeping was a pain because the pigtails were high adn i sleep on my side. so much for breathing. I got so many weird dreams that night. I dont even remmber them, but I remmber screaming out adn thrashing in bed so much that it woke up Grandpa. The next day, I read HP5 in Russian for nearly the whole day, as there was nothing else I could do. To my relief, I finished it nearly a week ago adn started HP2 (which is just plain hilarious, by the way.) Did you know that there is no translation in Russian for "chamber" so they used "room"? So basically, teh title is "HP and the Secret Room." My God. What a fail. I only have a couple pages to go before I finish it. Afterwards, I have no idea what I'll read. But my Russian vocabulary ahs picked up so well that English is becoming somewhat tough!!!
More: There is no known translation for "epic" or "fail" or "epic fail". When people ask me what it means, I say "no translation is nessessary for these epically failing words." Loooove me.
Oh yeah! I want to show you guys what a Gryff I am:: at camp, every day has a theme, and one of the days was "Halloween Day." Later, I corrected the camp managers, saying that there is no Halloween Day, there is just Halloween. As usual, none of them listened to me. oh well. But there was a Tropa Straha (translated: Path of Fright, But I like to call it teh Haunted walk. Because Haunted Walk just sounds better.) And so, my town (in teh camp, there is the camp, which is seperated into buildings, which is seperated by towns. My town was called "Tonicity." and it was 10 people + our leader, Lady Slavija) headed out to the small lake-thing by teh forest. In he dead of night. In teh cold. I had an excuse to wear my jeans (with teh blue pineapple belt!!) my keds, a long-sleeved shirt (it felt good to be wearing one) and my Hogwarts Jacket (which is just a black hoodie that has two oversized buttons and sleeves that end at my elbows. i want it to ahve a Gryff badge!!) And so, the 6 normal girls in our town (there are seven but shes a tomboy so she just ahngs with teh three guys) were told to go into teh walk first, into teh forest, lit by candles. No one wanted to go first, adn since no one wanted to, I just went first. I was chilled to teh bone and dreading whatll come, but I'm glad I went first. The person behind me went so slow, I felt like I was dragging her through the walk. Literally dragging. Anyways, the camp managers dressed up into weird costumes, lept out of bushes and literally tried to drag you into teh bushes. And if you went off the path of the candles, you got ------
\i ahve to run and go meet my Grandma at the metro station.I will continue this post later. For now, keep on rereading this. Turns out that my life is worth reading. :) Tchao/.
So. I have been here, in the Moscow area, since June 14th. It was rainy, adn cold, and humid, adn I LOVED it. Now, the hot weather front has come, and its dry. Arizona dry. So it doesnt mater whether I'm at home or at my relatives, its hot everywhere. Joy. The grass in front of my building is all cracked adn yellow, similar to our cry, crackly, horrible Arizona grass. Its so hot that even the little creek that ran by my grands' dacha (forest vacation-home thing. similar to cabin in flagstaff)! So now, even out of the city its deathly.
So tahts wh I sit inside. Earlier this summer, my grandma got furious seing how freaking PALE I was. I like being pale. I dont want to ahve a tan, I like myself the way I am. And also, I dont play sports, so I have no excuse for being outside back home. So basically, I'm shut inside all teh time, adn to be honst, it suits me. I like being inside. And my grandma doesnt enjoy that. In the beginning of summer, we had so many fights ; clothes, tans, shopping, videogames, books. She obviosly forgot who I was over those 2 years we didnt see eachn other, or maybe I just changed so much.
When I lat saw her, I came out of my horrible 5th grade year, drained adn hopeless, but determinded to refill my awesomeinator adn dominate 6th grade. or at least get some god friends. And Grandma helped me then. She brought me back onto my feet, and pushed me so that I can soar. Now, its been two years. In those two years, Ive changed schools, changed voiews, changed friends, changed interests. Instead of that downridden preteen, I am now a confident teenager, determinded to make war (which I did. it was awesome. But later. >:D). You guys knolw Ive ahd a tough year. I got used to ahving friends all around me, adn now, in class, I was in the minority. I had the hyenas and my out-of-class-friends next to me, and their friendship carried me through. Thanks guys. So maybe I was a little down, but in all, I was faring much better than in teh summer of 6th. And I wanted to take Russia by teh horns. Too bad that didnt wrk out.
I came to Russia with an enflamed and somewhat-secret Harry Potter obsession (no, you guys really dont know how much stuff is hidden from everyone at home adn how open I am at school), a huge ego, and a stubbornness to do things MY way. Because that is how things will be. Thats the reason for my many fights with Grandma. I refused to do things the Russian way: I refused to eat at times (because I'm used to hunger: you guys know that I forgot my lunch most of the time at school), I wore what I wanted (no, Grandma, I will NOT wear that dress!!), and stuff like that. I'm used to being low-budget: I would not have my relatives buy stuff for me. So that started a little war. I just couldnt eat a lot, I cant stand wearing uncomfortable (for me) clothes, I cant look at people buying stuff for me. Its not what Im used to.
On top of that, not only have these fights been scattering in my brain, but also, Ive noticed things that have been in the background in my previous visits. Now, I can barely fit my head under the swing when I swing standing at the dacha. Has it been that long already? Everyone on the streets wears the same frown, same serious expression. Is it that bad here? Every second person smokes a cigarette, holds a beer bottle, or looks as if they'll break down any second. Do you know theres something else to live for? Those sunny individuals, those white ravens, pop out like stains on sheets. They look so alone, but everytime I see one of those rare smiles, I too smile. Those smiling people make my day. So far I have only seen one. People dont talk on the phone rapidly, laughing or gninning. They just walk to their next destination, focused, their brows wrinkled from worry. Its almost as if their personal troubles have to be forced onto someone else. Maybe thats just me. I'm used to something called 'customer service', where to get a higher rating you need a positive attitude. Im used to people pushing away their personal troubles to do their work well and cheery. Those ladies who sell vegetables at the market want to kill me with their hopeless stare. 'Why is that girl smiling so much?' My heartful 'thank you' slipped by their ears. I know for sure, that when my brother and I go to teh Yogurt Bar during teh weekend, we always smile and say hello to the cashier and she smiles and says hello back. Maybe she even waves. And when we leave, she says 'goodbye! have a nice day!' and my brother waves back, 'you too!' and both of us look as if we mean it. we want each other to have a good day. I am propelling her business; i want her employers to prosper, and she wants me to enjoy my frozen yogurt and come for more. Here, I smile, say hello, ask for what I want, pay, and expect at least a glance in return, but my thank you and gratefulness is forgotten. The cashier doesnt even look at her buyer. Talk about sad.
And there is a constant case of child corruption. I have met this great person. Shes fifteen, volenteers at a hospital, gets good grades... But she smokes. Shes a really awesome person. But she smokes. At fifteen. Her parents dont know, and she expects me to give in to her secret. Ive met the daughter of my moms cousin, Katya (Kate, translated). Now, this girl is gone. Shes way beyond the barrier and theres nohope of bringing her back, into teh world of logic and reasoning. Why do you wear so much makeup? The human being is already beatiful, already perfect. Do you really need that sweater? Or those flip flops? Or those jeans? In addition to that, she cusses like a maniac, poses like a model on Victoria's Secret posters (which isnt a compliment for those who are wondering) and dreams about a 'prince on a white horse'. She should meet Link sometime adn fall abck onto Earth. her brother, Andrei (Andrew, translated), is a great kid. We had this huge talk with him, his mom, my moma dn me, which was 4 fours long. We wanted to go to sleep, Katya fell asleep on teh couch-bed, Ludya (the mom) adn my mom (on an inflatable bed on the floor) started talking, adn since neither Andrei nor I could sleep, we joined into teh conversation. We talked about intelectuals, corrupted youth, worms that live in your eyes, the awesomeness of internet, those awesome things that awesome peopel talk about. So that night I made good friends with Andrei. Hes an really good kid. Except when hes with his sister. He becomes catty, rude, unpleasant, and then, they (Katya adn Andrei) ask me why I wont talk to them and hide behind "Battle of the Labyrinth" (which, at that time, I didnt finish and was desperate to get to the end, because now, I too ahve a soft spot for Percy and his friends in my heart). But that night, we talked for 4 hours. Until 4 in teh morning. It was AWESOME. At the end, the moms were going crazy, acting like me during an obsession-fit. Falling over, laughing, not making intelligent sounds, and the like. They were drinking WATER. I went over to Andrei adn whispered, "Imagine what theyll be like on alchahol!!"
*rereads her words adn laughs * I love you guys. I love each and every one of you. You, my dearest Basis-friends, have shaped me to become this person. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you (ow my hand....) Yes I typed that all up by hand. Becuase I'm just awesome like that.
And onto otehr news: My awesomeinator is getting filled up. I got bitten by a dog, learned how to bake bread, and hummed "Buckbeak's Flight" while on my bike, cruising in circles around the village where my grands' dacha is. I love that song :) Now, onto happier news, or just news ("It changes every day, you see?" XD Sorry guys, I spent half the day today on Mugglenet. XD)
Erm, I went to summer boarding camp. Its kinda like summer camp but in boarding school. And I had so mcuh fun!! I learned how to weave friendship bracelets, found out weird facts about myself that I didnt know (thanks, psychologist!!), and got a virus. And a big one. I lay in bed for a couple days after the first week (I was in camp for 2 weeks) and it got ahrd for me to swallow. I got this infection in my throat, at one point, swallowing became so painful I was crying. I had my grandparents pick me up (their dacha isnt far away from the camp) and they called... er... how is it in english? When the person is so sick, they need emergency care...? Well, I lay in bed, with a huge temperature, crying, my throat was like needles were being pressed into it. I could barely sleep that night. I got better, slopped crying (my grandma was fighting to put my hair up in pigtails, so that my hair wouldnt mess wiht my breathing and i didnt like that because i wear loose ponytails. but i was too weak to argue, i just gave in.) afterwards sleeping was a pain because the pigtails were high adn i sleep on my side. so much for breathing. I got so many weird dreams that night. I dont even remmber them, but I remmber screaming out adn thrashing in bed so much that it woke up Grandpa. The next day, I read HP5 in Russian for nearly the whole day, as there was nothing else I could do. To my relief, I finished it nearly a week ago adn started HP2 (which is just plain hilarious, by the way.) Did you know that there is no translation in Russian for "chamber" so they used "room"? So basically, teh title is "HP and the Secret Room." My God. What a fail. I only have a couple pages to go before I finish it. Afterwards, I have no idea what I'll read. But my Russian vocabulary ahs picked up so well that English is becoming somewhat tough!!!
More: There is no known translation for "epic" or "fail" or "epic fail". When people ask me what it means, I say "no translation is nessessary for these epically failing words." Loooove me.
Oh yeah! I want to show you guys what a Gryff I am:: at camp, every day has a theme, and one of the days was "Halloween Day." Later, I corrected the camp managers, saying that there is no Halloween Day, there is just Halloween. As usual, none of them listened to me. oh well. But there was a Tropa Straha (translated: Path of Fright, But I like to call it teh Haunted walk. Because Haunted Walk just sounds better.) And so, my town (in teh camp, there is the camp, which is seperated into buildings, which is seperated by towns. My town was called "Tonicity." and it was 10 people + our leader, Lady Slavija) headed out to the small lake-thing by teh forest. In he dead of night. In teh cold. I had an excuse to wear my jeans (with teh blue pineapple belt!!) my keds, a long-sleeved shirt (it felt good to be wearing one) and my Hogwarts Jacket (which is just a black hoodie that has two oversized buttons and sleeves that end at my elbows. i want it to ahve a Gryff badge!!) And so, the 6 normal girls in our town (there are seven but shes a tomboy so she just ahngs with teh three guys) were told to go into teh walk first, into teh forest, lit by candles. No one wanted to go first, adn since no one wanted to, I just went first. I was chilled to teh bone and dreading whatll come, but I'm glad I went first. The person behind me went so slow, I felt like I was dragging her through the walk. Literally dragging. Anyways, the camp managers dressed up into weird costumes, lept out of bushes and literally tried to drag you into teh bushes. And if you went off the path of the candles, you got ------
\i ahve to run and go meet my Grandma at the metro station.I will continue this post later. For now, keep on rereading this. Turns out that my life is worth reading. :) Tchao/.
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