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    dotsJournal: Eh.dots
    Mood: Brain Fried

    Haven't been around much. Got a new job with adminship on a website that I've been busy with, mostly graphics work and reorganization. Had to figure crap out with my boyfriend, I think it's fixed.

    I got a new puppy (auburn and black miniature daschund) named Sadie. She's a sweetheart. She's now about 10 weeks old. She follows me everywhere and sleeps with me and wakes me up in the morning. I missed having a puppy (I haven't since I was little), so it's keeping me occupied. It's also getting me outside more.

    I haven't written anything in a while. I haven't really been inspired and I'm sorry about that. I'll try to write something to the best of my ability sometime soon.

    ...Created 2007-06-12 22:28:04

    dotsJournal: Love and Lostdots
    Mood: Lonely

    And if my heart be scarred and burned,
    The safer, I, for all I learned;
    The calmer, I, to see it true
    That ways of love are never new.
    The love that sets you daft and dazed
    Is every love that ever blazed;
    The happier, I, to fathom this:
    A kiss is every other kiss.

    - Dorothy Parker, The Incurable

    ...Created 2007-05-17 21:25:13

    dotsJournal: Blah.dots
    Mood: Juggling Tasks

    Sorry I haven't been around to comment very much. My ex came up from South Carolina to visit me for my birthday (kind of belated) and I spent two days with him, then helped with yardwork on Sunday. I've gotten into photography again, as well, so I will probably be doing that a little more than writing. I'm searching for colleges, too, hoping to score one that will provide apartment housing for married couples -and- contain the majors both my boyfriend and I will need (he needs political science/philosophy and journalism while I need philosophy [ethical, analytical, religious; general, more or less], and history). It's becoming a pain in the ass, but it seems like the two colleges I wanted to begin with are working out the best, though they are insanely expensive and I'm not exactly an A or B student. We're trying to slip into the University of Massachusettes or Bucknell University, but I don't know what's going on. I function better in a college atmosphere with think-for-yourself work than this structured and dumbed-down high school atmosphere bullcrap; I don't really believe grades are, in absolutely any way, a fair judgement of your ability to function in college.

    I'm just ranting.

    Someone shoot me.

    ...Created 2007-05-15 09:16:44

    dotsJournal: Mmm, Arash. . .dots
    Mood: Dead Sexy

    Temptation in my heart,
    I'm burning; I fall apart.
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For love and devotion.

    Temptation, I want you.
    Can you be my only one?
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For the touch of your hands.

    To asemoneshqam to bodi
    Setareye man to bodi
    Esme to hast setare
    Biya pisham dobare

    Un moohaye meshkit mano kosht
    Cesh maye zibat mano kosht
    Bia bia pishe man dobare
    Yalla bego are, setare

    Temptation in my heart,
    I'm burning; I fall apart.
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For love and devotion.

    Temptation, I want you.
    Can you be my only one?
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For the touch of your hands.

    Hama fekro khialam to hasti
    Donya ye man to hasti
    Esme to ro labame
    Setare vay setare

    Ye omre bedoned khab boodam
    Ta man toro peyda kardam
    Bia bia pishe man dobare
    Yalla bego are, setare

    Temptation in my heart,
    I'm burning; I fall apart.
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For love and devotion.

    Temptation, I want you.
    Can you be my only one?
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For the touch of your hands.

    Man enshab toro mikham
    Setare toro mikham

    Temptation in my heart,
    I'm burning; I fall apart.
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For love and devotion.

    Temptation, I want you.
    Can you be my only one?
    When the night falls,
    My heart calls
    For the touch of your hands.

    Man enshab toro mikham
    Setare toro mikham


    English translation of not-English parts:

    You have been my love from heaven,
    You have been my star.
    Your name is star.
    Come back to me again.

    Your dark hair is killing me,
    Your beautiful eyes are killing me.
    Come, come back to me again.
    Say okay, my star.

    You are in my mind all the time,
    You are my world.
    Your name is on my lips.
    Star, oh, my star.

    A whole life I have been sleeping without you,
    Until I finally found you.
    Come, come back to me again.
    Say okay, my star.

    Tonight I want you,
    I want you, my star.

    Tonight I want you,
    I want you, my star.


    'Temptation' by Arash, featuring Rebecca

    ...Created 2007-05-10 17:16:47

    dotsJournal: Oooh.dots
    Mood: Moo! 0.o

    My friend Leifur got back in touch with me after about a year or so of not seeing him. He was showing me some experiments he had with music. I'm tempted to write lyrics to it!

    ...Created 2007-05-09 22:12:08

    dotsJournal: You know. . .dots
    Mood: Hyper

    You know you've been in Russia too long when...

    You don't think things are that bad right now.
    You have to think twice about throwing away an empty instant coffee jar.
    You carry a plastic shopping bag with you 'just in case'.
    You say he/she is 'on the meeting' (instead of 'at the' or 'in a' meeting).
    You answer the phone by saying 'allo, allo, allo' before giving the caller a chance to respond.
    You save table scraps for the cats living in the courtyard.
    When crossing the street, you sprint.
    In winter, you choose your route by determining which icicles are least likely to impale you in the head.
    You are impressed with the new model Lada or Volga car.
    You let the telephone ring at least 4 times before you pick it up because it is probably a misconnection or electrical fault.
    You hear the radio say it is zero degrees outside and you think it is a nice day for a change.
    You argue with a taxi driver about a fare of 30 rubles ($2) to go 2 kilometres in a blizzard.
    You actually know and CARE whether Spartak won last night.
    You win a shoving match with an old babushka for a place in line and you are proud of it.
    You are pleasantly surprised when there is toilet paper in the WC at work.
    You look at people's shoes to determine where they are from.
    You are pleasantly surprised when there is real wine in the bottle of Georgian Kinzamaruli you bought in a kiosk.
    You notice that Flathead's cell phone is smaller than yours and you're jealous.
    Your day seems brighter after seeing that goon's Mercedes broadsides by a pensioner's Moskvich.
    You are thrown off guard when the doorman at the nightclub is happy to see you.
    You're not sure what to do when the GAI (traffic cop) only asks you to pay the official fine.
    You wonder what the tax inspector really wants when she says everything is in order.
    You give a 10% tip only if the waiter has been really exceptional.
    You plan your vacation around those times of the year when the hot water is turned off.
    You are relieved when the guy standing next to you on the bus actually uses a handkerchief.
    You are envious because your expatriate friend has smaller door keys than you do.
    You ask for no ice in your drink.
    You go mushroom and berry picking out of necessity instead of recreation.
    You develop a liking for beetroot.
    You know what Dostoyevsky's favourite colour was.
    You start to believe that you're a character in a Tolstoi novel.
    You know seven people whose favorite novel is 'The Master and Margarita'.
    You change into tapki (slippers) and wash your hands as soon as you walk into your apartment.
    You take a trip to Budapest and think you've been to heaven.
    You start thinking of black bread as a good chaser for vodka.
    You drink the brine from empty pickle jars.
    You can read barcodes, and you start shopping for products by their country of production.
    You begin to refer to locals as nashi (ours).
    It doesn't seem strange to pay the GAI $2.25 for crossing the double line while making an illegal U-turn, and $35 for a microwaved dish of frozen vegetables at a crappy restaurant.
    Your coffee cups habitually smell of vodka.
    You know more than 60 Olgas.
    You give your business card to social acquaintances.
    You wear a wool hat in the sauna.
    You put the empty bottle of wine on the floor in a restaurant.
    You are rude to people at the airport for no reason.
    You have to check your passport for an arrival-in-Russia date.
    Remont (repair), pivo (beer) and nalivai (pour!) become integral parts of your vocabulary.
    You've been to Tallinn at least a dozen times for visas.
    You are curious as to when they might start exporting Baltika beer to your home country.
    Cigarette smoke becomes 'tolerable'.
    You think metal doors are a necessity.
    You changed apartments 6 times in 6 months.
    You no longer feel like going to your 'home' country.
    You speak to other expats in your native language, but forget a few of the simplest words and throw in some Russian ones.
    You remember how many kilos you weigh - but forget how many pounds.
    A gallon of gasoline or milk seems like a foreign concept.
    You no longer miss the foods you grew up with, and pass them up at foreign-owned supermarkets.
    You actually enjoy shopping at the rynok (market), and you think that Ramstore is the most advanced supermarket you've ever been to.
    You think that the Manezh is a real shopping mall.
    You try to pay a traffic fine on the spot and get arrested for attempted bribery.
    You look for kvas and kefir in the supermarket, and ask to buy half a head of cabbage.
    You see a car behind you with flashing lights and think it's some politician.
    You don't feel guilty about not paying on the trolleybus.
    You can sleep through a hangover without curtains on your windows.
    The elevator aroma seems reassuring somehow.
    You no longer think washing clothes in the bathtub is an inconvenience.
    You can heat water on the stove and shower with it in less than 10 minutes.
    You do not take off that silly sticker on the sunglasses that you just bought.
    Your sister writes to you about the best prime rib she's ever had and you can't remember what it looks or tastes like.
    The sellers at the rynok start calling you by your patronymic only.
    You have had your clothes ruined by all the so-called Western style dry cleaners and have to start the cycle over again.
    You bring your own scale and calculator to the market to make sure the amount you are charged is correct.
    You know the Moscow Metro better than you know the subway system back home.
    A weekend anywhere in the Baltics qualifies as a trip to the West.
    You start buying Russian toilet paper.
    You sit in silence with your eyes shut for a few moments before leaving on any long journey.
    You look in the mirror to turn away bad luck if you have to return home to pick up something you've forgotten.
    You catch yourself whistling indoors and feel guilty.
    You never smile in public when you're alone.
    You know the official at the metro station/airport/border post/post office/railway station etc. etc. is going to say nyet, but you argue anyway.
    You save tea bags of Yorkshire Tea brought over especially from home to use for a second cup later...
    You go back to England and notice how frosty, unemotional, unsentimental and cold the Brits are and long to return to the warm rush of the Russian dusha (soul).
    When that strange pungent mix of odours of stale sawdust, sweat and grime in the metro makes you feel safe and at home...
    You are in awe that after 3 days home your shoes are still clean.
    You get wildly offended when you are asked to pay at the coatcheck.
    You are afraid of offending someone by asking him or her what they do for a living.
    (For women) When you dress up in your best outfits for work and ride the metro.
    When the word 'salad' ceases for you to have anything to do with lettuce.
    When mayonnaise becomes your dressing of choice.
    You can recite in Russian all the words to all of tampon and chewing gum commercials.
    When you begin paying attention to peoples' floors and can distinguish the quality of linoleum and/or parquet, and thus determine social status, taste, and income e.g. embezzled, earned, pension, unpaid, etc.)
    You get excited when the dentist smiles and has all his own teeth.
    You can spark a debate by asking for a decent Mexican restaurant.
    You do all your shopping at kiosks.
    You voluntarily take a stroll in the park, Baltika beer in hand, on a sub-zero day.
    When pulled over by a policeman, you pretend not to speak Russian and say Ya ne ponedelnik instead of Ya ne ponimayu on purpose.
    You pretend not to speak Russian when you walk in to a restaurant and ask to use their loo without buying anything.
    When a streetcab tries to over-charge you, you turn the incident in to an example of how Russia is loosing its dignity in the eyes of the world.
    You are no longer surprised when your taxi driver tells you that before Perestroika he worked as a rocket scientist.
    You laugh at Russian jokes.
    You actually get these jokes.
    You actually spend time writing these jokes!
    You feel queasy when someone tries to shake your hand over a threshold.
    You continue to 'cross' the number 7 back at home.
    You think it's too hot, no matter what season you return home.
    You specify 'no gas' when asking for mineral water.
    You are dumbstruck back at home when high school or college students wait on you with a smile, reciting a 90 second spiel on the 'specials of the day' and display complete knowledge of the contents of each menu item...
    You realize that all the above and the other messages on this subject posted here are what you love about Russia, that you've been here long enough to feel at home and wonder whether you'll ever able to fit back in the old country...


    10 Jolt mints, a Jolt drink, and Sheetz iced mocha coffee.

    I might be just a TAD off my rocker right now.

    ...Created 2007-05-08 22:58:00

    dotsJournal: Never Betdots
    Mood: DANG IT!

    A few kids in my class bet the teacher +5 bonus points that they could beat him in Pocket Tanks. He betted on their loss that they'd have to dance in miniskirts to a choreographed routine.

    They lost.

    Today they showed off their week effort, except only two of the three did it; the third chickened out and lost the teacher's respect. I don't know the song they danced to because I've never heard it before, but they were doing some funny spins, thrusts, and side to side swaying type moves that seem common to rap/hiphop dances. The one kid was REALLY into it, it was creepy (he wore a tight pink and white miniskirt); the other was just shoving through it.

    At the end they did a 'superthrust' toward the camera and I heard faintly down the hall after homeroom "I'm pretty sure the entire school just saw Overfield's penis". I just chanced by watching it and I'm glad I did, it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.
    They taped it and put it on the TV during homeroom, I wish I'd brought my camera to video it for you guys and YouTube.


    ...Created 2007-05-05 00:21:05

    dotsJournal: Happy birthday!dots
    Mood: Yeay!!

    It's my birthday today (yes'um), and I have a huge day planned. I guess I actually have a huge weekend planned but part of that is totally unrelated. I got my hair layered and got a new 30 dollar top to wear to a banquet on Sunday. I'll be seeing some very old friends today and going to see Spiderman 3. Can't wait! EVERYONE SHOWER ME IN LOVE <3<3! I demand it! :D

    ...Created 2007-05-04 08:51:53

    dotsJournal: $1000 Seed?dots
    Mood: Moo! 0.o

    Let me reactivate your miracles!


    ...Created 2007-05-01 16:20:05

    dotsJournal: Paradise. . .dots
    Mood: Relaxing

    . . . I walked on. A thousand miles or more it seemed, with the warnings whispering in my ears. But I knew that somehow I would come upon a set of emerald steps in the sky, where I could walk up slowly with gold cloth lain carefully at my feet, slowly spreading with each moment of progression, to encompass what I would find to be the most beautiful place in the world. A place that can only be imagined, say the adults, that you see it only when you dream. There's no chance of ever reaching it, or acting on a simple hope or wish. What a silly thing to tell a child with ambitions larger than the world can hold. So I ignored it and walked on---forward, as always. Who knows what's out there? Whatever obstacles you come across, you know paradise is out there somewhere. Somewhere. . . maybe a few more steps ahead.

    Onward into the dusk to find the sunlight. . .

    ...Created 2007-04-26 21:54:42

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

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