Journal 121

Journal 121

5-17-10

(Note: It's definitely the 29th of May as I write these last few days of my time in Moscow. That's so bad…. Ha ha ha. Sitting in the Atlanta, GA airport, waiting to get back to Indiana after 4 days in Florida, after 4 days in Indiana [but only 2 of those were at home home] and 15 hours in the DC Area. This "Vacation" is anything but!!!)

Today was the last day of school!!! … I'm not actually excited about that. *laughs* I love my classes and my teachers!! We had the last of our final exams, and that was it.

We also had another extended dance class. As I mentioned the last time I talked about our little, "Show" that we have to put on, one of the girls got hurt, and so now Irina is having me dance some little improv, solo bit at the start of one of the dances. I don't want to do it, but I feel like I owe her, so I'm putting on a grin and bearing it. Eugh.

*****

In other news, I'm finally starting to think about packing and getting home… About time, too, with only 2 days left before we leave!!

I stopped by the Embassy this afternoon, because I was going to go buy Professor Supik's present today, and I thought it would be nice to go with company, so I waited for Mulzoff to finish some things up. Unfortunately, by the time he'd finished what he had going on, there was a DELUGE coming down outside!!! Because I was going to buy Supik a drawn caricature of two characters from a movie he had shown us, there was absolutely no way I could have gone out to get it in the rain.

By the time I was leaving, the rain was still coming down, and a veritable *river* of water had formed outside of the Embassy!!!

I had no umbrella that day, as the weather had been nice in the morning, so Mulzoff gave me one of his hoods, at least to have another layer between the rain and myself, and I trudged out into the storm. … Immediately getting soaked up to the ankles, because so much water was rushing down the hill!!!

*****

I went to practice, although I knew I was going to be miserable, changing back into cold, wet clothes, from my sweaty ones; but even changing was essentially pointless! I just couldn't practice today. I was too stressed out. Too worried. It was an AWFUL night. Not helped in any small part by my having had yet another "not-helpful" conversation with Alëna. I love her to death, but she's flat out brutal sometimes!

All that, AND soaked shoes [still wet enough to squeak and squish out water] on the way home. No fun at all.

Journal 120

Journal 120

5-16-10

My back was SO sore when I woke up!!!! Goodness, that exercise from last night's lesson did quite the number on me!

Being that I only had three more days in Moscow, however, I messaged Vitaly, asking:

"Will there be a lesson?"

He replied, "Call Tonight?"

"Will you answer?" I chided him; because the last few times he has told me to call, he hasn't pick up!

"Yes."

Surprise, surprise, no, no you didn't Vitaly!!

*****

So, instead of dance tonight, I *finally* went to the Hard Rock Café, Moscow, with Mulzoff!!!! It's kind of a shame though -- there was NOTHING in the Rock Shop that fit me, or much of anything else, really. They apparently aren't getting new merchandise until the summer or the Fall! Still, Mulzoff and I had a great time checking out the memorabilia, had a great lunch -- and admired greatly, the mini moonbounce and disco ball that decorated the second floor's main floor area!! Wicked cool.

[Fast Fact after the Summer: I met the guy who OPENED the HRC Moscow!!!! SO COOL!]
[Fast Fact II: They still hadn't gotten any new memorabilia this summer!]


Being that we were already on Stariy Arbat (the pedestrian street), Mulzoff and I really made an afternoon of it there. He and I went and got caricatures done of ourselves, and shopped the souvenir shops around. I tried on a few, real fur hats -- although, the hair gets everywhere, and I still don't think I could actually get fur for myself… And then, I saw the coup de grâce of one store: a t-shirt that said, "I've been to Russia -- there are no bears," complete with a bear behind a "no" traffic sign! I about died laughing, and Mulzoff and I worked together to get a blurry picture of the thing.

Among other things I checked out, there were propaganda and advertisement posters, which I'm always fond of, and then there are the beautiful, but UNGODLY expensive paper maché and lacer boxes. I saw one shaped like a Cello, and with a stand, but it was over 200 USD! C'mon!!!

*****

On the walk back to the Embassy, Mulzoff and I passed by the shrine to Michael Jackson that is on the corner of the street, just straight up from the Embassy. I had spotted it on the way to dinner, but we only took the time to really look while we were on our way home.

We also saw a group of people dressed in Coca-Cola gear, on roller blades, looking like they were getting ready to get out and campaign for something -- although, we had no idea what for! Maybe they were just going to roam the streets, giving people Cokes? Who knows…

*****

Now, it was after we got back to the Embassy, that probably the best part of my day happened…

You see, many moons ago, I had written in my journal, or mentioned it aloud that I was dying to re-read the book, "Harris and Me," by Gary Paulsen. When we got back to the Embassy today, Mulzoff said, "I have a present for you, hold on a second." He disappeared, and a few minutes later, came back into the room, and presented me with… … A copy of "Harris and Me!!!!"

I looked at Mulzoff, in complete shock! "How did you get this?!" I exclaimed.

He explained to me that while he had been in Iraq, a friend had sent him a care package, and that the book had been inside. When he read in my blog just how much I wanted to read the book, Mulzoff decided to give it to me. He also said that the book had gone from Iraq to Togo, Africa with him, as well. I was so incredibly touched, not only by such a selfless act, but by the fact that he would give me a book that had been on all of these adventures…

I made Mulzoff write down the book's history in a little pseudo-dedication in the front of the book -- and I told him, and I was serious about this, that that book is now probably the *most* valuable book in my entire Library, and always will be.

So, after I about hugged Mulzoff to death, because I was so touched, and grateful, he and I watched some Firefly, after which, I headed off to practice.

*****

Unfortunately, when I arrived, there was only one couple there. A sure sign that the studio probably wasn't going to be open for practice. Just in case though, I went to ask them if they'd be there for awhile.

"Where are you from?" was the immediate response that I received.

-- Is my Russian *that* bad!? -- Was my first, dismayed thought.

[Fast Fact: It wasn't until the summer that I learned, in school, what had happened. I used the wrong time expression -- so they understood what I was getting at, but it was painfully obvious, that by using the word that I did, I was not a Russian speaker.]

I answered them that I was from the US, and we had a lovely little conversation. They said I spoke Russian very well. Sweet of them.

Unfortunately, they were almost finished; so I'd taken a trip to the studio for nothing. On the other hand, that meant I could leave for more Firefly watching, which I did!!

*****

On the way out to take me home for the night, I don't even know what Mulzoff did that inspired me to say it, but I chastised, facetiously, Mulzoff for his, "Heathen manners!!"

Without missing a beat, Mulzoff affected a voice of confusion (or maybe it wasn't affected!), and asked, "Did you just call me a Heathen?!"

I died of laughter almost instantaneously. There was much squeaking.

When I could finally breathe again, I chastised Mulzoff for making me squeak in front of the guards! So embarrassing!!! Ha ha ha.

*****

I got home and had my dinner; and then… Alexei tried to call. When I didn't answer, he sent a text asking, "Why are you running away?" Ugh. It's starting to get a little creepy.

That aside, I made a rough plan of the next few days. This is gonna be Hell. I'm not sure I actually have the time to do all the things I want to be doing or getting done.

Also, being in this coffee shop since 11:10 ish PM and only doing one of the things I meant to do (ish) hasn't helped. (Ha ha, I get distracted by conversation…)

I need bubble wrap… 3 days left in Moscow… Wow.

Love, Confusedly,

Moscow Kitty; 4:24 AM

(PS - I think I've gotten to the point again where I need a calendar to help me remember what has happened.)

Journal 119

Journal 119

5-15-10

I spent the majority of the day at the Coffee House, working, actually. Then, I was supposed to have plans with Nastëna -- but they didn't work out, so I headed home and got an hour of rest -- not sleep -- and then was straight off to the studio. … Whereupon entering, I was informed that my lesson was going to take place an hour later…

It was too crowded today for me to actually practice during my extra hour, so I just watched the lessons. It was very, very cool.

My lesson, however, was not. … Remember when I said I hoped I was practicing things right? … Here's what Vitaly had to say:

"Did you forget everything?"

I had honestly thought that I had been practicing things correctly, and improving! Turns out, I was about a half an inch off in my hip placement. That is SO frustrating!!! Of course, I *want* to be perfect -- so he's fully right to correct me, even on a minor, minor detail like that!

Later on, and I'm not sure what brought it about, but I must have said something, because Vitaly looked at me, and very emphatically (but with the wrong emphasis), said:

"This is bullsh**t!"

I was completely *shocked* to hear him curse for a moment; but then just hearing how he had said it (Which just… Wasn't… Right… Ha ha ha!) dissolved me into a fit of laughter. And then he was laughing at me laughing, and I was laughing at him, and we were just plain laughing at each other. We finally collected ourselves a few minutes later.

Then, Vitaly gave me one of the most difficult exercises he has *ever* given me, and also came the closest to yelling at me that he ever has.

It was a frame exercise, along the lines of, "Hold your arms out *exactly* like *this.*" Naturally, I could neither hold them for long in the intended fashion, nor could I really seem to hold my arms in that position well at all. By the end of the time Vitaly had me hold it, I believe I was as close to muscle failure (in my arms) as I have ever been!

As I mentioned, it was during this exercise, that he about yelled at me. Now, in his defense, he had told me, "Hold your arms *exactly* like this, and *don't* *move.*" It was very clear. The problem was, I was getting frustrated at my apparent weakness, and in my desperation to do it right, and to understand why I couldn't hold a certain part in a certain way, I broke the position, to try to point out, "But *this* isn't right!"

Almost immediately, Vitally jumped on me. "Do you want to get better?" He said sharply.

"Of course!" I replied quickly.

"Then you're going to [shut up and] do what I tell you."

It was the most stern he'd ever been with me -- but it certainly hit the point home. Sometimes, there just needs to be a certain amount of blind faith, and just doing what they say.

In a show of support, Vitaly then stood next to me, and began doing the exercise with me, saying, "I do this for 10 minutes, to this day." A marker of how much dedication it takes, how much strength he's had to build up to do that exercise for that long, and the willpower it takes to do an exercise like that for that amount of time. It was pretty inspiring. And while I balked when he said 10 minutes, he did remind me, gently, that one builds up to that.

*****

Bedtime was around midnight -- I certainly needed an early night!!!

Journal 118

Journal 118

(Good Lord, I haven't written for THREE DAYS!? This is not about to get any better… It's 4:10 AM. I have to be up in 3 hours. For finals. One of which, I didn't study for. At least I have the lunch break. Oh, God help me…)

5-14-10

I was late to class this morning, because I was being handy… I had pants that needed to be mended!! I wan't *too* late, though…

Classes ran long today, as we had our lengthened dance class… And the surprises for our "performance" just keep coming! Jessica was supposed to do a solo at the beginning of the, "Russian Waltz" piece -- but when she came in today, she'd hurt a muscle at one of her dance classes the night before! She could barely walk, let alone dance. So now… Irina wants me to do something I do not…. Which is to say, the solo Jessica was supposed to do.

I HATE, absolutely HATE having things like this sprung on me, because I don't ever want to do a performance where I look bad. This is going to be one of those performances. On the other hand, I couldn't just tell her, "No." I owe Irina everything when it comes to my actual dancing in Moscow. If it weren't for her, I'd never have found nor gotten into the studio that I'm in now. And so… I'm doing the solo…

*****

I went to practice for a bit today, and after practice, actually wound up walking with Galya, to her and her family's place! It was pretty fun. I asked her about the music in the studio -- she said she and her brother can help me out with it! What great news!

*****

I went out with the Marines this night -- stayed out until 4:30, which is a good part of the morning, too, I suppose. It didn't end there, however!!! I had some work to do, so I marched myself to the Coffee House, had Ice Cream at 4:30, and their amazing Hot Chocolate at 7!!!

Journal 117

Journal 117

5-13-10

Apparently, I was more exhausted than I knew -- I fell asleep again (You know -- the drooling, out of it kind of sleep.) for another 45 minutes after I woke up. (Don't you just hate it when that happens?)

I decided to just take my time getting ready, and be good and late today. Might as well, right?

Actually, it turned out to be a really good thing that I was late for a few reasons!

First, as I was walking by my favorite music store there by the Metro, I heard one of my favorite songs, "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You!" My mood was *instantly* improved as I passed by, and sang along. I adore that store, and love, love, love walking by and hearing songs like that, which make me so very happy.

After that, when I walked into school at 9:30, and tried to find my RD to tell him I was there, I found Lilia Leonidovna and Galina Mikhailovna instead -- who both rushed to complimenting me -- "prelest (charming, beautiful girl)'" "solsntsa (sun)" "angel" -- the second they saw me!! Galina called me her angel, at one point, and then Lilia piped right up saying, "She's not just your angel, she's my angel, too!!"

=^////^= '' My goodness!!!

We chatted for five minutes or so, and I headed on to class; where I got a bit of a (light hearted) talking to -- "Don't be this late on Monday!" (Because we have our final.)

The rest of the day was pretty fun, actually. We sang for all of Phonetics again, and we had our SMI (Russian Media) final. (Although Anya and Anita apparently didn't realize this. Good, God.)

After SMi, I actually ate lunch with Andrei Dmitrievich. We had a really interesting conversation, where he asked me why I was studying Russian; and in return, I asked him why he chose to study French. Great times.

After school, we did our entire group photo, for the semester and year kids, and then I had my Phone interview. This was the follow up to the initial phone interview we had back in January, and will be the one that shows me how much improvement I have made, orally. The interviews were only supposed to be 10-15 minutes long, but mine lasted for 20!!!

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I skedaddled home after that; read for a little while, and grabbed a nap.

I left for practice, disappointed that I didn't have lessons again today. I had tried to get a hold of Vitaly -- but today, apparently, I just wasn't understandable to him!

Practice, while not bad, wasn't so great as it was yesterday -- but it was much funnier! This is because I wound up sharing some of my homework and lesson materials with the girls -- and they got *so* excited!!! They were passing one of the papers that I'd written all around -- and I certainly was a little self conscious about it, but it was all just fine. They were saying that they'd love to help me, and then asking if I wouldn't mind helping them with their English work from time to time. Of course I wouldn't mind that at all, and they were thrilled to hear me say so.

Tonight, I finally met Maria and her partner -- this is another teaching pair that I have seen, although I don't know if they dance at Vitaly's level, or above it. They are INCREDIBLE, too!! Maria's partner was kind enough to give me a ride to the Metro, as he, Maria, and Alec were going that way. I don't even know his name!! I will have to ask him tomorrow, so that I can say thank you.

Speaking of tomorrow, I *finally* have a lesson then!!

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The journey home was less than boring tonight, too.

I heard a BEAUTIFUL violinist in the Metro!! The music was so lovely and expressive that it almost made me get off of the train, just to go listen to it!!

Much less lovely, I think someone tried to pick me up like a prostitute before I got home. = O_o = Thank you, God, for sidewalks that are a good distance away from the road. WTF.

Also, note to men -- pulling over and STOPPING on the side of the road, then walking around to the TRUNK of your big, black SUV, *opening* it, and trying to wave a girl over to you while you are standing by said, open trunk, is NOT going to entice any sane girl to come over to you.

That unpleasantness aside, once I got home, I got another shower tonight! Yay!

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As for tomorrow's plans, I have RLASP Testing, so we get a later start to the day. That's nice. As it's 1:15 AM, I'm probably spelling my doom again, still being up.

I'm trying to make lists of all the things I need to do while in the States, and the things I need to buy before I get there, so that they will be on their way to me, and arrive when I am there.

I am, and have been, looking forward to this shopping. *laughs* The make-up and the Lindor Balls are already at home. :D

Dance things are next, I suppose.

Neways, bedtime here!

Love,

Moscow Kitty; 1:16 AM

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PS - UGH, I'm SO behind on journals again!!! … Of course, I'm also behind on some assignments that have needed to be turned in (excursion questions, really). That's going to be fun. = @_@ =

Journal 116

Journal 116

5-12-10

School today, thanks to Video, was awesome!! We studied Pushkin today -- and for me, it was the first time that I had ever read him, in either English or Russian! It was beautiful… Professor Supic also made it an incredibly interesting lesson, by showing us the Russian first, and then having us flip the page over, to see five, separate, English translations of the poem. He then asked us to go through them, and choose the translation we thought most correct. It was fascinating to see how different people interpreted the poem. [For anyone who is curious, myself, and one other person, I believe, picked the same poem that Professor Supic thought best.]

After we finished with Pushkin, Professor Supic had another treat in store for us!! He showed us two of his favorite "Multfilms" (Cartoon films) -- the first being a Christmas-Themed, "The Three Little Pigs," with a wicked twist, and the second being a story about a dog who is kicked out of his home, and a wolf who helps the dog get back in.

*****

The former film, as I said, has a wicked twist, which stems straight from the Christmas time frame. As the piglets stave off the Wolf's attempts to break in, they suddenly hear a noise on the roof, headed for their chimney… Thinking quickly, they throw a huge pot onto the fire in their fireplace, and when they hear a splash into the pot, they clamp the lid down tight!!!!

… Sometime later, they open the pot lid, and up floats a red hat with fluffy white trim…!!!!!!

Moral of the story? Don't break and enter, or you'll be boiled alive, kids! Just like Santa.

And THAT is why I firmly believe pigs are only good for Bacon and Tenderloin. Just sayin'.

*****

The latter film is a more heart-warming tale, although it starts off in a depressing manner. The "hero" of this story is a poor, old Dog, whose sniffer isn't so great anymore, neither is his hearing, and he's not as spry as he used to be. So he is now no longer as great of a hunter, he's a lousy guard dog, and he gets underfoot of all of his human owners. So, what do they do? They kick him out of the house, into the wild -- presumably, to die.

And in a rather morbid show of just what you can get away with in children's animated films, the Russians blow Disney and Pixar's dirty pictures and soundbytes out of the water, by showing the dog with a hangman's noose, trying to throw it over a tree branch to hang himself with!!!! Oh yeah. The Russians mean business when they deal with despair.

Luckily, no kids would get that -- and our group didn't really either -- and fortunately, it's at about this time, that the Wolf character shows up. Together, Dog and Wolf hatch a plan, that the Wolf will steal the family's baby, and the Dog will bravely fight off the Wolf, and get the Baby back. The plan works beautifully, and the Dog is welcomed back into his home.

Some months later, well into the Winter, the family's daughter marries. During the wedding feast, Dog slips back to the woods, to find Wolf. When they run into each other, Wolf asks, "What, you need my help again?" (I.e. - Did they kick you out again??) Dog explains, no, but he wants to thank Wolf for his help, by sneaking Wolf into the wedding feast, so they can both feast as well!

Thus, one of the most well-known, and oft-quoted lines of Russian Multfilm is born:

When Wolf is completely stuffed, and probably a little drunk from wine, he leans back, sighs while patting his belly, and says, "Now -- I'll sing!" … And of course, is promptly discovered, and chased out of the house!!!

To this day, however, when Russians are stuffed, happy, and completely satisfied from a feast, you may just hear them say, "Now, I'll sing!"

It was a really great day of class. =^__^=

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Moving on, in the drama with Alexei, Militsia guy, he didn't forget about that question (of whether or not I have a boyfriend); but he did apologize for if he seemed a little over enthusiastic/forceful about wanting to get together.

I'm still not so impressed.

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Ah, I almost forgot!! I had Liver for the first time today!! It's pretty funny how I wound up getting it, actually.

I went to the cafeteria for lunch, and when I walked into line, I saw this delicious-looking sauce in a pan. My brain immediately decided that whatever was in the pot was not important -- I just wanted the sauce!! Thus, I walked up, and said, "Whatever that is, I'd like it, please." The chef gave me a puzzled look.

"You know what that is, right?"

"No," I responded.

"Pechen'." Somehow, the word sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. When he saw I wasn't getting it (my quizzical look probably helped), he said, in English, "Liver."

I'll admit, I was a bit taken aback, for all of a second, and then I asked him, "Well -- is it good??"

"Sure, I suppose," the chef answered me, seemingly puzzled himself as to how to respond to my question.

"Well then, I'll take it!!" I said, laughing.

My conclusions? What is everyone kvetching about?!? It was pretty good!!!! (… But it really was all for the sake of the sauce, for me. Ha ha! It was delicious!!!!)

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Now then, away from the liver, and onto things you all actually care about…

There will be more dance, as in our school class, on Friday. We have our little show for the teachers to do. That's gonna make it interesting if I have a dance lesson, though. Trying to get there on time, I mean. … Of course, Vitaly has to get *back* to me about that…

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Speaking of dance, I almost didn't get up from my nap to go to practice -- but I know I need it [the practice], and I'm always happy once I do go.

I got a warm welcome from Slava again, so that was fun.

Walking in, I saw one of the Fantastic Couples again -- and while I'm a little loathe to admit it, seeing them made me nervous. (Couple like them, who I don't know, and haven't talked to, always make me feel as though I'm just in the way…) I haven't the slightest as to what their names are; but I have seen them around before.

Kolya and Angelina came later in the evening; and I swear, Kolya has NO modesty! He changed right there in the studio! XD

He also, went after my water again -- and I teased him about it, but, I was sharing w/ everyone, so it was just fine. I told one of them later -- "I had a feeling everyone would want to share, so I brought more." [Although, the real irony is, is that whenever I bring enough to share, now, nobody wants any, and whenever I only barely have enough for me, everyone wants some!!!]

I'm wondering what's happened with Olya (the first dancer who I started talking to at the studio) -- I am seeing her partner, but he is dancing with a new girl… I hope she didn't leave. I have something to give her, from Sochi!

*****

Re: Practice -- I had a tough start. I was feeling confused, due to last time, and not having had many lessons since I've been back from Sochi.

I made some breakthroughs myself though, how my body wants to work (like on spins) -- and then… Magic!! That feeling of being relaxed, but having your body's muscles work how they should -- I'm almost sure I was working with that today!!! It was incredible!!!

I finally felt INTO the floor, by the end of practice, too! It was just… no words !! The difference was incredible. Some things that were almost impossible in my last lesson were finally working -- and that is a wonderful feeling, let me tell you! I could finally start to feel that my dancing had changed. Today was the first day that I could say, "Yes, I HAVE improved / learned something while I have been here." I feel like I finally saw the roots taking place, for what I am going to become. That was exciting.

Today, I let go. I didn't just berate myself if something didn't work. I reminded myself that nobody does it perfectly at first; I reminded myself that the little kids have no fear -- and look what they become? I reminded myself that I have only been learning for 2 months, if that, here; and most of all, I made the primary focus the knowledge that I LOVE to dance -- no matter what, there should always be a smile on my face, and I should be light in my body -- I am doing the thing I love most!

Of course, the kicker is…. … I could very well have been doing everything *wrong* today!! I hope that I'm doing it right… Ha ha ha….

If so, I hope that I can keep those feelings, the next time I have a lesson.

*****

Now, once practice was over, things got interesting…

It seems that the Girl from amazing couple asked me something while we were changing -- but as I always assume, next to the great ones, that I'm nothing -- I didn't think she was talking to me; and I kinda zoned out. When an awkward silence descended onto the room, I looked up, and she was looking at me, waiting for a response.

I laughed, slightly embarrassed, and asked her, "Repeat that, please? I didn't think you were talking to me, sorry!"

She did… … But the only two words I didn't understand, were the two key words of her question!!!

So, meekly, I said, "I'm sorry, but I don't understand…"

I wish I had a camera for the look on that poor girl's face… It was clouded immediately by a look of sheer puzzlement, and she said something to the effect of, "How do you not understand??" -- I think she was saying it to the other girls in the room, who were laughing, because they *knew* I was an American.

I was surprised that this other girl didn't seem to know -- as I figured my story had already made gossip rounds, without my being awards -- but I realized that that must have been exactly the problem, and I quickly said, "It's not you -- I don't speak Russian fluently, I'm an American!"

"Oh!!"

Ha ha ha, it was really funny -- and the other girls in the room were just about howling with laughter by that time.

*****

In the end, I actually walked to the Metro with the girl and her partner -- Nastya and Artëm, as I found out -- and they are super, super nice!!! I am SO happy that I'm finally meeting almost everyone!! Especially the really great ones! My goodness, they're just lovely!! Really, it's more nice to know them, and to have them be "people," instead of, "Gods in high heels," because now, during practice, there can be smiles, or talking, or joking -- I don't just worry that I'm in the way, or maybe getting judged, or what have you.

Nastya split off from us a little early, and Artëm and I chatted for a few minutes before I hit the Metro. Seems he's going to be in NYC at the end of June for a competition! I wished him luck, and I headed home.

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My homecoming was *excellent* tonight -- because I got a shower tonight!!!!!!!!!! :D

I seriously walked in the door, saw that they were still up, and just about yelled/begged, "Oh my goodness, may I PLEASE take a shower?!" -- And not even a second after I'd been given permission, I *flew* to the shower!

It was *so* nice. I HATE having to wait until morning to shower after dance. =-_-=''

I grabbed my dinner, and then I'd started journaling, while listening to a great song -- and then…

… I got to have the, "I don't want to date you," conversation with Alexei. I said I'd be happy to be friends, and he seemed alright with that. Whew.

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Time for bed. I'm exhausted.

Love,

Moscow Kitty; 1:34 AM

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