This post is not really worth reading.

Hopes for when I return from Russia:

That I will be able to speak Russian relatively well.

Fears about when I return from Russia:

I will be 20 lbs heavier, with bad fashion sense and an awful taste in music.

Yesterday I heard “Show me the Meaning of Being Lonely” by the Backstreet Boys on the radio. Was that even ever on the radio in the US?

Last night I organized all of my music on iTunes. That was actually a really good way to relax. I had been feeling like my life was a bit disordered. In class we talked about plans and schedules and the like (and verbs like “to deviate from plans” or “to make plans” or “to stick to plans”). Everyone else talked about how they didn’t really like to have plans or schedules or anything, and then our professor asked if there was anyone that DID like plans and schedules…yes. That would be me. The moral of the story is, organizing is one of my favorite activities, and lack of organization makes me “bezspokoitsya” (the verb “to become anxious” or, literally, “to be without calmness”).

We also talked about laws in our other class (don’t think that this was like an ultra complicated subject, we were in fact learning how to say “don’t carry that purse, it’s too heavy” and deviated from the subject matter). We were going to go to an island on Baikal this weekend with the other international students but couldn’t because they left early on Friday morning and we had class. I was totally ready to skip and go anyway, but that wasn’t so much possible. Our professor was like “aha, you Americans and your rules…but, you all follow the rules, and that’s probably why your country is first in the world.” Anyhow.