bitches ain't shit, but guess what... i am done with russian. DONE. and kind of sad about it. i'll definitely miss that class every morning. oh wait, what's that i hear? three hours of russian language instruction every day from september-december? four-five hours a day during august? right. i'll definitely come back with enough to make my head explode.
blair and lee did not break up, after all. he stopped by and they made up. not really surprised. blair was apparently still pissed that i talked during the super bowl. LAAAAME. blair, if you see this: LAAAAAME.
now i have to go study for russian lit. which is at 9 AM tomorrow. at amherst. FUCK THAT. grrr. so not in the mood to deal. don't think i'll be getting much sleep prior to it either... oh, fuck beans. this all is lame anyway. finals= bullshit.
but after russian lit, all i have is a take-home and a research paper, then i am done done done. well, i have to pack, and bring my computer to dwight to get fixed, and clean my room up, and... well, i still have a lot left, but at least the rest will kind of be over.
le sigh. i will miss my mohos so much while i'm gone. hopefully i'll see them for a bit over the summer. val's going to be in scotland all freaking year :(. why must you all leave me. (then again, everyone's worried i'm never going to come back from russia and they'll never hear from me again. because i'm marrying a 50 year old weapons dealer named dmitri and i'm going to turn into eurotrash. and if we ever visit home dmitri is sleeping in adam's room. and when he gets arrested i will still have all his money and i'll drink my life away in val's scottish castle. yup.)
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