Journal 35
9-30-10
American Club - Social Problems;
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Practice - Rubik's Cube Is Still a hit -- met more of the kids. "If you get a partner, who will you dance for??" (Russia or America?)
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Liga Pap - I was so hungry, I ate Cheese! Pictures to prove it
Facebook Profile:
" -- Holy cow! News flash! ... ... ... I totally just at a whole, fried mozzarella cheese stick. Pretty much willingly. There was marinara sauce involved. Pete Cato as my witness, I did. First one in my whole life. "
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Home
-- It's October? When did that happen!?!
[The following is a conversational relation of what happened this evening, which will stand in until I write this journal]
Friend: "What happened that's made you extra fluffy." [I get a *kick* out of this. He he he!]
MK: Well.. A few things
MK: All little, and well, probably obnoxiously adorable, in that misguided, geeky kind of way that I specialize in
MK: So, first
MK: I've told you before that my dance studio is located inside of a children's school
MK: And it's basically a three way doorway to get inside
MK: You go in the first set of doors
MK: Enter a code
MK: The guard unlocks the door, and you go in the second set, and then the third set is right there
MK: Neways, so I was waiting at the second door
MK: And this little kid pops out from around the outermost doors
MK: And he has his little toy gun, which made noises!!!, and I see that he's shooting me!
MK: And *looking* at me
MK: So, naturally, about 5 seconds later, I take the hint, and pretend to be hit
MK: And I say to him, with a look of shock on my face, "You shot me!!!!"
MK: And he laughed one of those little kid giggles, then disappeared, and I went inside ('cause the guard had just unlocked the door)
MK: Then, practice went really well!
MK: And, in the middle of all that, I've picked up my Rubik's Cube again
MK: And it's basically a "timer" of sorts for me
MK: I've been using it to rest, so I dont' piss my hip off too much
MK: (You know, "practice, practice -- go sit and solve the cube -- practice, practice")
MK: And at some point, some of the little kids saw that I was doing this
MK: And these little kids, who all dance better than me, whom *I* admire -- I got to be *their* hero for a little while, because *I* can solve a Rubik's cube.
MK: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!
MK: Also, there's that distinctly terrifying thing about talking to little kids -- because you know they're younger than you, and already speak better than you ever will
MK: So, they were asking me about me, all at the same time
MK: Ha ha ha
MK: It was fun.
MK: And then, God loves me, and Volodya was using his phone for music again
MK: And I heard this rap song play again (as a ring tone), which I'd heard the other day, and wondered about -- and couldn't find any of the lyrics I'd written down online
MK: I saw that it was Vova's phone, and he told me he'd get the song title for me later (when I asked)
MK: Also, I just pretty much adore Vova and Masha (his partner) anyway
MK: They're INCREDIBLE.
MK: I don't talk to her much (she intimidates me quite a bit!) -- but he's really nice. Don't talk much, but we catch eyes a lot. I see them interacting, and Vova's a character, so normally, when I watch them, there is always something to laugh about.
MK: *smiles*
MK: Also, I ate fried mozzarella tonight
MK: There's a picture on facebook
Friend: Yeah.
MK: It's also my status
MK: :D
MK): So... It was just a killer night
MK: =^__^=
Friend: That's good.
MK: OH!
MK: And, I was talking with a friend of mine earlier, telling her how, this week, I've been getting a lot of the, "Where are you from?" question
MK: But when I say that I am from the US, the question is now being followed by, "But your mother or father is Russian, right?"
MK: (They really think I look Russian. It;s odd. I don't think I look Russian at all.)
MK: And my friend said, "That's great! The answer should always be yes!"
MK: "Tell them they {your parents} grew up in Anatevka with a bit of tradition!"
MK: And I just DIED laughing
Friend: Ah.
MK: It was funny....
MK: Also, the lyrics for "The Next Episode" versus "The Next Episode (Radio Edit)" = WAY different [The Radio Edit was the version of the hip hop song I had asked Vova about]
MK: I would be so depressed if the Radio Edit didn't exist
MK: (Because I dig the beat -- but I could never listen to the original.)
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