но я не хочу говорить по-русскки!

mood: bored and hot
music: soundtrack to Брат
random word: словарь

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ok, guys, this is a problem. i'm bored already. and we haven't even started speaking russian yet!! i don't have anything to do, and i could go make friends, but all of the peoples' doors on my hall are shut, and so i don't know who to make friends with... and stupid adam irish is napping and greg is bike riding.

so, obviously, the language pledge doesn't start until tomorrow, which is nice cause it gives us a chance to get to know people first. i'm living in the suite right across the hall from my suite from this past year, on the fourth floor. i've talked to two of my suitemates, who are very nice, and i've met a bunch of random other people too. greg already has his own little posse who follow him around everywhere, so whenever i've been bored i've gone upstairs to see what they are up to.

i had to take an oral exam this morning, and a written exam this afternoon. both went alright, but not great. i really just don't know where i'm going to fall on this whole placement thing. i'm not really worried because all i actually care about is that i come out of this with a comfortable level to go to moscow, but it's going to be awesome when i get put at a level lower than the middkids who were just in like 200-level this past year, while i did that freshman year. eh, whatever.

i wish i had an interesting story to tell all of you... actually, hah. i do. adam, greg and i went into town this afternoon cause i wanted to buy juice. (what kind of juice, laura? why, dole orange-pineapple of course!) so i got my juice and i got some goldfish too, and i went to the self-checkout. as i'm scanning the juice through, greg, being the 5 year old that he is, picks up the juice again and swipes it through an extra time. then adam sits on the bagging area, so that the machine starts yelling at me that there are too many things in the bag. greg, having put the juice down now, swings around and picks up a reese's peanut butter cup from the rack behind us and swipes that through too. adam, meanwhile, has gotten off of the bagging area, found squirt guns for sale and toddles over like a 3 year old saying "becky, becky, buy this too!" so i've got 3 to 4 juices on the screen, and a reese's peanut butter cup, and an extra squirt gun package in my hand. then comes the moment i realize why you all say i'll make a great soccer mom... "both of you, go stand over by the door! now!" they walk over to the door and wait for me, while continuing to giggle mischieviously. i ignore the machine that is now saying "please see cashier for assistance" over and over and over and instead go to a real checkout line and finish in about 2 minutes...with the squirt guns, i might add. all i have to say is that it's a good thing we weren't speaking russian yet. i have no doubt it all wouldn't have still happened, but i'm pretty sure everyone would have been convinced we were robbing the place. russian has an innate evilness in it, you see.

anyway, i'm off to dinner now, in the perilous place that is ross dining. this will probably be my last post in a while. (i say that, but then i very well may post again tomorrow before the language pledge takes effect and i become quite bored again...) love you and miss you all.

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