Belarussian Men

Tonight, we went to dinner at a restuarant in downtown Mogilev whose name translates to "restuarant" in English. We were sitting there enjoying our time with Olya, our host, Katyas friend, when the waitress walks up with ice cream for us. Two men, a table over, had sent them for us as a gift, because they liked the way I smiled. They proceeded to ask us to go to a movie with them, telling us that we have to because they already bought the tickets. We politely declined, yet they persisted. As if this would win us over, they bought wine for us all. It was a Maldovian wine, and it actually wasn't terrible, but we still did not wish to go to the movies with them. They kept saying "what is your name, my darling".. buddy, I am NOT your darling. They said that they wished only to go to the movies as friends, and nothing more. I don't think I'm buying that one. One of the men came over to our table, and asked us to go to the bana with him. The bana is a sauna of sorts in which you bathe and can be whipped with leaves to beat something out of you, but I can't quite remember what. The man told me that he would beat me with the leaves, if I would beat him. Then he spanked himself a few times, and told us sorry. The only blessing is the two men had just finished off a bottle of vodka, or I would have been concerned for his sanity. He gave us all high fives, winked a few times, and eventually the men left after giving us warm goodbyes. I've got to say, I'm okay with sticking to American men.

Austin, Texas HATES George Bush

I am sitting on a plane to Warsaw, Poland right now and the woman behind me is a freak. May I start by saying that my mom and I are on the right side, squashed in the little two seater, in row thirty-six (aka the seat from hell, second to last row), with two little polish girls in front of us – who lean their seats back entirely too far so I can’t breath, and throw their trash around- behind me is an American woman, aka the freak, and a Russian man (who she just met), next to us is a three seater row with army guys, behind them is a screaming baby, and in front of them is an Orthodox Jew with the long beard and twirled side burns… COOL. All was good and well, we walked around New York city during our seven hour layover and got to enjoy the Israel Festival and Parade on Fifth Avenue (pictures to follow), had some amazing pizza from a cute little place on 6^th avenue and 57^th street, and hung out in the airport for a good long time. We finally decided to board the plane seeing as we were pretty much the only people left in the entire apart after all of Poland boarded our plane, and then we proceeded to sit on the plane for an hour, leaving FOURTY-FIVE minutes late. Polish airlines, you suck. We walk a mile alllll the way back to row thirty six and the little polish girl in front of me has her seat laying in mine. Sweet, right? The flight attendant comes by and makes her sit up till we take off, so all seems to be good and well. And then, the baby one row back to our left begins to cry. Kill me now. We haven’t even taken off yet and the baby is crying. Get me off the plane. So the woman behind me puts in her two sense on how the babies mother can keep her quiet and occupied, and she said probably one hundred times that no one cares if the baby is crying, its okay. No woman, actually its not okay. Yes I realize that its not the mothers fault her child is crying, but maybe don’t travel with a baby, ever thought of that one? Whatever, I can deal with the crying baby though. So it finally quiets down, and then begins  the never ending commentary of the woman behind me. She begins talking to her Russian friend – don’t forget she just met him on this flight- and begins asking him about his life story. She tells him how her dad and new step mom adopted a child from Siberia, and had to live there for four months, and how it was just terrible. She tells him about how America sucks too, she can understand if he thinks Russia sucks, because apparently he is trying to move. Then she goes on to ask him about his opinion on Obama and Bush. She lives in Austin, Texas but she lived in New York for six years. Apparently, Austin is its own little part, the only place in Texas that stands out. And most importantly, Austin HATES Bush. All of Austin hates Bush. Austin is a democractic little pocket, the only part in Texas and that is what makes it stand out, but that doesn’t change the fact that there have been many attempts to assassinate Bush. In all honesty, I don’t care. This woman is being a terrible American citizen if I may say so myself. You aren’t supposed to talk junk about your country even if it is terrible. Then she proceeds to ask the Russian man if he is single and if he is looking for girls. We haven’t even taken off yet – nine hours of this and I may strangle someone. This would NOT be the place to hit on someone. They proceed to go on about what is good in bed, and she tells him its okay for him to see three girls, and they talk about how you should only sleep with people who are not virgins because then they are guaranteed to be good in bed. Kids, this is an example of what NOT to do. She tells him she is agnostic, and sweetie we ALL know that already. The final straw would be when they begin talking about drinking; she doesn’t drink very much because she doesn’t like the taste, maybe three drinks at a time – then right after this, she says “I never drink”. What is this world coming to. Needless to say, we have nine hours and twenty two minutes left at this point. It is going to be a very long nine hours. Wish me luck.  

homegirl needs to get it together

So, I was out shopping with my mom earlier and we were both trying on dresses in the dressing room and all of a sudden this voice begins to speak. Now obviously it belonged to a person, and so me, being the nosy person that I’ve always been and love to be, began to listen to this conversation. Now what really caught my attention was when one girl asked the other if the bra looked cute on her. Then they began to go on and on about how they can’t fit into a DD but a D is too small…. Now honey this may be personal, but I don’t have that problem, those would both be massive on me. But then again, that isn’t any more personal than you talking about that with God only knows who listening. Yeah, the creepy guys waiting for their wives outside the door, probably listening. Little children with their moms, probably listening. They kept going on and on about these problems they have, and they returned to a petty conversation about something boring while my mom and I compared dresses, and then just before we left they began to speak again. The  “double d’s are too big but d’s are too small” girl kept talking. She kept saying how weird her boobs were, and the girls were comparing bras, and then she was asking if the bra made her look sexy. So just when I’m starting to think maybe she plays for the other team, the big whammy came. Homegirl goes “I used to wear lacy bras before I had a boyfriend”…. Sweetie, I don’t actually understand the logic behind this one. I’m not quite sure the difference that it makes but that’s okay. So I’ll end with this, be very careful what you say in public places, somethings are never meant to be shared.

where do we go from here?

I’m going to take a brief moment to be blatantly honest. My last day of high school ever is tomorrow. Sure my dad doesn’t believe it because I have two days with one hour long exams, but dad hate to break it to you, I’m done with school tomorrow. I’ve have spent most of my time wishing away my senior year. I wished that I would hear from colleges, make it to prom, make it to field day, make it to all these big senior moments but in the time I have wished away so much time. Now looking back with only one day left, I feel like I have missed out on so many moments. There have been so many times that I picked one thing over another, and now there’s no way to ever get that back. The one thing we will never have any more of, is time, and now that is all I need. I know that this is crucial to my life, I have to move on at some point, but now that it is here I don’t know if I’m ready for it. Its been fun having something to look forward to but moving out, and college, and growing up is a whole lot scarier once it gets here. So, my honest confession would be that I am terrified out of my mind right now. This is a huge step that I just haven’t mentally prepared myself for yet. People expect so much from us now, we’re going to college, we are starting our futures but now that it is here, all I want is for people to be telling me what to do again. I’ve never had a life beside school, I don’t even know where you go from here. I know that it is all God’s plan, he has it worked out for me, but trying to see it from here is terrifying. It can only go up from here though, and the next chapter of my life is only just beginning.

ayyyeee cute wittle piggy

That is just the cutest little thing I ever did see. I understand that I’m not much of an animal lover and all, but that doesn’t look like a live animal to me, it looks fake. It also reminds me of the movie ‘Babe’ which now that I think about is kind of weird. I mean no offense, but a movie about pigs? Cool. Not really. I think the reason I am so bitter towards the movie probably has to do with the fact that I was forced to watch it in French probably 100 times in like 5 years. And I didn’t understand a word that they were saying. Traumatic. But the pig in its little boots is cute, so I guess I’m a little less bitter towards that stupid movie. But I’m still traumatized. It was a part of my childhood, and I’m haunted by that dumb pig in my sleep. Just kidding.

cool vids

ps. if the videos going really slow, click on it

When I was sitting in creative writing, supposed to be working on my poetry book I was not. Confession: I was on stumbleupon, and I found this video. So really I was on doing creative writing, just not poetry because I hate poetry and I want it to die. But anyway, I stumbled upon this funny video and a little birdie told me I could reblog the video and so here it is. You may think the monkey is stupid for pulling the dogs tail, but I think it has the right idea. I mean my dogs have little nubs for tails and I still pull those every chance I get for the sheer enjoyment of them turning around to bite me but never quite making it to my hand before I pull away. Stupid dogs need to learn that it happens the same way every time and so they are never going to get me. Just like this dumb thing couldn’t get the monkey. For being man’s best friend, dogs are kinda stupid.

So, I have this obsession with looking at wedding blogs on stumbleupon. It’s not like I’m trying to get married anytime soon or anything, I mean for God’s sake I’m only 17 years old and as fun as being tied down for the rest of my life right now and worrying about fun things like taxes, and china, and babies, I think I’ll pass and wait a few more years. But wedding blogs are so cute. Like seriously the cutest little thing I have ever seen. Every wedding is so different but they are all so creative. A few of my personal favorites:

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1B9Hxd/www.weddingchicks.com/2011/05/04/backyard-glam-wedding-shoot-by-kat-braman-photography

I love everything about this wedding. It is simple in its own way, but at the same time it is still nice and neat and fancy. I am obsessed with the brides flowers, and the bridesmade flowers, and everything. This was an absolutely adorable wedding.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/29Gy0z/wildflowersphotos.com/blog/whitney-mark-got-hitched-at-the-pumpkin-patch

This one I am obsessed with. It is the cutest wedding I think I have ever seen. When I usually think of weddings I think of them in these nice exquisite places with everything fancy but this one seriously is the most adorable thing. The pictures of this couple in the pumpkin patch are so cute. Everything about this is adorable, the little kids in their vintage clothes, the wildflower bouquets, the bridesmade dresses. I’m in love with this wedding.

Theres plenty more and I’ll add them at some point but these were the only two I could find in my stumbleupon favorites for right now. Weddings are precious, I love them.