Best Russian I Can Be

It’s finally cool enough out for me to wear the sweater that my dad bought me for my birthday. I got several long sleeved shirts for the fall this summer and I’ve been chomping at the bit (positively foaming) to wear them, but it’s been too hot. Then all of a sudden it went from being hot yesterday, to being cold today. Perhaps it wasn’t that sudden of a change. Perhaps I’m just unable to tolerate a very large range of temperatures.

I returned a composition book to the school bookstore today, and I think it irritated the woman behind the counter. I understand that it isn’t an expensive item, but today, that $2.79 will make the difference between my eating lunch and my not eating lunch. Not because I’m totally broke in general, but because I’m totally broke right now. Side-note; $2.79 is way too much to pay for a composition book. I’m an idiot.

I have a lovely piece of wood that I would like to add to my fish tank. The only problem with this is that there are purple streaks on it which my dad says are from the firefighting chemicals they spray on the forests, and I don’t know if that stuff is poisonous or not. So The log is soaking in a tub in the backyard, and I think it’s irritating my mother.

I really want to learn Dutch. The language is truly fantastic. All of those letters stuck in all over the place just make me happy. It would be a useless thing to do, learning Dutch. I mean, there really aren’t a lot of people who speak it. It isn’t like Spanish, or Mandarin. There is something appealing about it, though. Learning Russian would be fun.

I love having long nails. They make me feel delicate.

Lenin, the Russian one, as far as I can tell from his portrait, had a fabulous mouth. I mean, that thing was curvy and puffy and just made for lipstick ads.

I forgot my best friend’s birthday. Again. Actually, I didn’t really forget, I just thought it was a month later than it was. Last year, I thought it was two days later than it actually was, so I’m actually getting worse. I am the worst friend ever. I can’t believe she still tolerates me.

I have not made her a card yet.

Balls.