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I think it's weird how when you (or just I?) lose something, you don't say "Where did I put that," but rather, "Where would I have put that?" You're asking yourself to conjecture, not remember. My calves are KILLING me. I'm walking like my dad. Er, I guess that doesn't mean anything to most of you readers. Basically, my dad a) has bad feet and b) has been a runner all his life but never figured out the point of stretching, so he pretty much permanently walks on tiptoes. And it seems like I'm going that way. It's from the half-hour downhill walk from my hotel (guesthouse) to downtown. Half an hour downhill is not something normal calf muscles do. Thus. Death. I am immersed in 90's music. Three days now, I've had The Playlist on. I really think "Lovefool" by the Cardigans is a work of art. I changed my flight and arrive home on the 10th. If anyone who reads this isn't on facebook and lives in the moderate Vermont vicinity... you're cordially invited to my party on the 11th. |
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| 06:50pm 29/06/2009 | |||
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Part of me - a rather big part - is thinking about going home early. I mean, it seems like such a dumb thing to do, you know, like this is my CHANCE, and whatnot, but having been on the move for almost a month, I've got such a longing for home. Do I really need another three weeks? I mean, probably what I'd do is finish out my stay here in Zakopane (till Saturday) and go straight to Prague, since that's where I fly out of and I can change the date on the ticket but not the ticket itself... cut Slovakia out of my trip and get home a week early. Contributing factors: a) It's rained nearly every day for the past month and the reports for this week show no change. The weather seems to be travelling south as I do, or maybe just following me. b) I've had my period since before I left - so before 7 June - and am experiencing total physical exhaustion. The only way to remedy this exhaustion is by eating red meat, which is something I hate doing, unless said meat was cooked by da Momb. (I have food issues. No one will argue this, yet no one realizes the true extent of the problem.) c) I'm homesick! See, I got to chill with Mom in Gdańsk and Krakow, and it was so nice, and now I wanna go home and see Si and Dad and the kitties and everybody I haven't seen for nearly a year. Three weeks alone just isn't appetizing after a week and a half not alone. Discouraging factors: a) I worry people will think I'm a total loser because I didn't squeeze the day enough. b) I won't be able to get back here for a long time, and fear I'll regret not squeezing the day. I don't know. |
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| 03:03pm 26/06/2009 | |||
| So I heard the news... think it was a suicide? | |||
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| 08:51pm 23/06/2009 | |||
| Chillin' in Poland wit da Momb. Today went to the Post Museum - look up Defenders of the Polish Post. Fucking amazing. Basically. The Nazis wanted to use Gdansk as an information center. And the Gdanskis were like Hells No! So the Nazis were all mmmmrrrrr and said Neener Neener, we're gonna steal all your post boxes and bomb your post office. And the Gdansk Postal Employees were all Dude, are you serious, 'cause we're gonna take some grenades and fight back, because post officers are fuckin' hardcore. And, well. It was good shit. Yeah. | |||
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| 05:11pm 16/06/2009 | ||||
It's beautiful, though. And there's still tomorrow, maybe the weather will improve? (HAHAHA) I saw a hotel for sale and I kinda want to buy it, I mean, apparently all the hotels here are going under which is naturally a great reason to jump on the market, um. But really you know, I think hotels are like the world's best money-making thinger. I want one. Seriously. Bce. |
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| 10:18am 11/06/2009 | |||
| I'm in Riga. And here I will stay until Sunday. That is all. | |||
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| 07:15pm 10/06/2009 | |||
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Do I want to set MySpace Polska as my default? You know, considering how infrequently I use it... just might be worth doing. Anyway my final figuring-out of getting out of St. Pete's ended up including a six-hour layover in Warsaw airport. But! I'm out! And on my way to Riga to get a bus to Tallinn. I find this much preferable to my other option, which was a 20-someodd-hour bus ride. (And maybe better than the other other option, a 7am train to Helsinki to find out whether or not they'd given away my hostel room since I hadn't been there the first night and then leaving early the next morning for Tallinn.) At least the layover provides for snackage and frequent smoke breaks. |
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| 05:44pm 09/06/2009 | |||
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Conspiracy. I'm having an awfully hard time getting out of St. Petersburg. As in. Three plans for escape FOILED by none other than --- dun dun DUN --- Mercury Retrograde! Anyway I don't particularly feel like discussing it but suffice to say I won't be going to Helsinki - sadness, although I guess I didn't really even want to go except to say I'd been - and am going straight to Tallinn in an EXTREMELY roundabout and useless way that's gonna take something like 12 hours. |
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| 01:51am 07/06/2009 | ||||
1. What author do you own the most books by? Willa Cather. She wrote 12 novels and I own them all. Fucking genius. 2. What book do you own the most copies of? Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. In English, Spanish, Italian, German, Polish, and Russian. 3. Did it bother you that both those questions ended with prepositions? Not originally but IT DOES NOW!!! 4. What fictional character are you secretly in love with? Oh man remember that sex scene in Even Cowgirls... ? I dunno I think probably the right answer's Franny from the Hotel New Hampshire. 5. What book have you read the most times in your life? Catcher, Drown, Wait Till Helen Comes, Haircuts for the Woolseys. 6. Favorite book as a ten year old? Chillers for Christmas! And Wait Till Helen Comes. I was waaaay into staying up late unable to sleep due to terror. 7. What is the worst book you’ve read in the past year? Umm okay I didn't like Barnaby Rudge but that does not mean I'm cheating on Dickens because you know I'd fuck him any day. 8. What is the best book you’ve read in the past year? Mmmm, Les Mis. 9. If you could force everyone you know to read one book, what would it be? Song of the Lark. I'd want to hear their reaction. 10. What book would you most like to see made into a movie? Betsey Tacy. Not really I just thought of that book for the above question and decided I'd put it as the answer to the next one. But actually it'd be pretty cool. The chocolate-colored house! 11. What is the most difficult book you’ve ever read? Ummmmmmm come on brain, work.... again coming back to Barnaby Rudge, that book sucked ass but I had to finish - NO! The Good Earth! But that wasn't difficult, it just sucked. Barnaby Rudge, I had to finish, to move on with my super-duper-Dickens-fest... 12. What is your favorite book? Song of the Lark. 13. What is your favorite play? The Night Thoreau Spent In Jail. Shit, that makes me cry like a 'fo. As does Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. And Hamlet, for that matter. There's something about plays... they hit deeper than novels. 14. Poem? 2: The optimist fell ten stories And at each window bar He shouted to his friends All right so far! You have no enemies, you say Alas, my friend, the boast is poor He who has mingled in the fray Of duty that the brave endure Must have made foes If you have none Small is the work that you have done You've hit no traitor in the hip You've dashed no cup from perjured lip You've never turned the wrong to right You've been a coward in the fight Also Kerouac's Brooklyn Bridge Blues; Ginsberg's America 15. Essay? Frig. Oh, of course! Orwell's Politics and the English Language!!!!!!!!!!!! 16. Who is the most overrated writer alive today? Uh, I dunno, who wrote Twilight? 17. What is your desert island book? Hamlet. "I loved you once." "Indeed, you made me believe it." "You should not have believed it, for virtue cannot so inoculate our stock but we shall relish of it - I loved you not." "I was the more deceived." 18. And . . . what are you reading right now? I'm totalllllly into Dean Koontz. LOSER! And Dickens, "Our Mutual Friend," before I got on this fucking Koontz kick that I can't get out of. |
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drunk| 11:25pm 05/06/2009 | |||
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In my hands, right now, I've got $2870, in cash, in dollars. I've never held this much money and probably never will again. I'm unsure like how many ways should I divide it before tucking it into my backpack and suitcase? Actually I'm not sure I want to put it in my suitcase because I'm checking it for my flight and since it's a domestic flight and I don't trust Russians... plus I don't think I could zip the suitcase again if I opened it. But like. 5 envelopes in various hidden locations? Or fewer? Or more? ARG! What the hell are you supposed to do with $2870 in cash?!?! |
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| 10:06am 05/06/2009 | |||
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Right, so. Um. This whole packing and moving out thing. Is not happening. I'm so fucked. Today I have to go to Moscow to pick up my bonus (I'm soooo rich), then meet up with Elena, Julia, and (hopefully) the guys from the train. Tomorrow I theoretically go to Jason's, then to Anja's birthday party. Come home, sleep off the party, wake up, and leave. You might have noticed. There's a distinct lack of TIME TO PACK in there!!! Actually no, I'm pretty much packed, it's the cleaning/taking out trash/taking out boxes of donations to put next to the dumpster that I don't have time for. Fucccckkkk. I dunno. Was going to do it yesterday but after hanging with Jason, picking up final salary, grocery shopping, having lunch, it was 6pm, and I was so tired and... shit. Managed to do a preliminary packing, i.e. making sure everything fits into suitcase, but otherwise... nothing. This is a nightmare. I'm fucked. |
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| 02:01am 04/06/2009 | |||
| If I were in the States and my stomach hurt as much as it hurts right now, I think I'd probably get dressed, get in my car, and drive myself to an emergency room. It feels like someone with very sharp fingernails is simultaneously squeezing and scratching the living hell out of my intestines. Made myself throw up, hoping the pain would stop. No luck. Just gotta whimper in pain until it's through. :/ | |||
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| 02:12am 31/05/2009 | |||
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KILL. More later. |
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| 09:48pm 27/05/2009 | |||
| Man, you should SEE my schedule for next week! My contract ends next Thursday. But all the kids stop studying on 1 June. And all my students are kids. So I have one class next week. For 45 minutes. Fucking. Amazing. | |||
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| 11:54am 26/05/2009 | |||
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Two weeks in a row, I've gotten calls at about noon cancelling my 2:00 lesson and asking to reschedule it for Thursday. This would be obnoxious except for the delight of not having to work until 6pm! Granted, it means I do have to work before 6pm on Thursday. But. Feels kinda like a day off, you know? Seth and Corinne are in Saint Petersburg. Rather a relief. Yesterday we were going to do some sightseeing prior to their leaving, since I have like a six-hour break between classes - but once again, Corinne SLEPT until afternoon and then took a 40-minute shower so I couldn't join them because by the time we'd've gotten to Moscow it would've been time for me to leave and go to class. Seth was really apologetic. "Did you really want to come with us today?" Me - "It's more that I really wanted to do stuff yesterday and now this is the second day in a row." He admitted that it frustrates the hell out of him and told me that her "punctuality problems" once made him miss the rehearsal of his friend's wedding, in which he was a groomsman! Said that's the only time it's really pissed him off. Which I'm not sure I believe. I mean, it's so not SETH, I mean, he should be out doing shit, walking around town like he likes, and instead he's sitting around waiting for her to wake up. Bullshit. |
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| 08:48pm 20/05/2009 | |||
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PARANOIA. Fuck. |
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| 12:49am 19/05/2009 | |||
| I woke up this morning feeling rather sick. Dizzy, feverish. So I decided to take my temperature. And, uh, the thermometer stopped and beeped at 93.9. WTF? I mean, that's lizard territory! Hypothermia! How does one get hypothermia in their sleep?! | |||
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| 12:43pm 15/05/2009 | |||
| David's here. It kinda really kicks ass. | |||
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| 09:32pm 11/05/2009 | |||
| If you have any idea of how to make Machu Picchu interesting for teenagers, now is the time to share that information. | |||
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| Jeeeeesus. | |||
| 04:10pm 07/05/2009 | |||
| You should see the movie April Showers. Unbelievably hardcore. | |||
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