In Which Male-Female Relations Are Awkward

13.10.2008

I'm not sure how to start this entry. The day wasn't particularly exciting, but a lot of thoughts have been rattling around in my skull, recently. Well, clearly, but ... I don't know. I don't really even want to splurge them out in the journal because I don't feel like whining. Right now, though, I'm writing IN ORDER TO BE cathartic... I really just don't want to do my homework right now. Or anything, for that matter. I guess if my biggest problem is my academics, then I'm doing pretty well, right? Not particularly.

But, in any case, for anecdotes. I'm not sure if I've written about our lovely barrista in the Philological Faculty cafe. She's a wonderful blonde Russian woman with massive amounts of make-up and massive breasts further accentuated by her small tops. She also always wears a matching short skirt, and you can always see her underwear. Many times, her belly is exposed, showing her belly button. I'm sure everyone has a nice picture in their head -- Now, add about 30 pounds of weight to that picture, and it'll probably be a bit more accurate. I mean, she's not FAT, but she is definitely plump. In a very pleasant way. I love her to death. She is fantastic. And rude as all hell. In any case, today, while sitting in the cafe, I heard this ... camera noise. I didn't know what it was, then I realised it was coming from behind me, BEHIND THE COUNTER. I happened to be at the perfect angle to see Alla (the barrista) in the reflection of the plastic ... candy ... thing, and she was TAKING PHOTOS OF HERSELF WITH HER PHONE. It was fantastic. Some day, I will have to sneak pictures of her to fully expose her glory.

In other news, I have Russian girls attacking me from all sides, and it's kind of annoying. I mean, I feel more comfortable with girls, but I want to be their FRIEND. I was talking with this girl, Olga, who is in my Russia and the U.S.A class, and she was telling me she saw the photos I put up on V Kontakte, and she said "Супер! Мне ОЧЕНЬ понравилось!" (trans: I REALLY liked them!) And then she started talking about the Russian countryside and about how I should visit Vyborg and Pushkin, and about how beautiful they were. And that I should go some time when I don't have anything to do. And I think she was hinting that I should ask her to come with me ...? Or something. I don't know. It was kind of awkward.

Then, later, I was talking with this other girl in my Human Rights class [P.S.: Apparently she was sick -- So, I'm not alone in that class] named Anya, and she asked me if I were emo... and I'm like, "No?" Anyway, so we're just conversing, then she asks if I have a "girl" back in America. Of course, that was awkward, so I basically just said that I live in California, and study in Maryland, so I'm always travelling back and forth, and don't have time, whatever.

And then there was this other girl, Alina, on the Pskov trip. She's from Turkmenistan, and she kept trying to buddy up and talk to me. I probably should've been more outgoing, but I'm a dumb person. She smiled at me a lot. Which was suspicious. And Liza, who came up and talked to me last week -- I mentioned this to a couple people, and they were amazed, because apparently she never does this.

I don't know. Whatever. I guess I shouldn't complain ssince I'm getting language practise, but it's just a big ball of awkward, because I can't invite them anywhere or it's automatically assumed that it's a date.

Speaking of which, I've decided I'm going to try and go to the Sonne Hagal and Of the Wand and the Moon concert. Which is THIS Friday so I need to figure out how to get tickets. We'll see what happens.

Oh, and I made a deviantart page for my photography. Someone favorited one of my photos within an hour of me making my account, so, I guess that's something. I do have to say that it's nice to actually have a tangible 'hobby' (as much as I hate that term/concept) outside of ... collecting music? Being pretentious? I don't know.