yup. I’m still here. mum’s gonna kill me for staying up so late. But that’s what rebellious rock’n’roll behaviour of an almost adult person like myself is, eh? Continue reading
Sorry for not writing much lately (or ever, actually). December was quite a difficult month for me, I think: two weeks of not-really-painstaking preparing for the exams, a week of pathetic failing the exams, half a week of getting home (which is a rather small flat in a rather small town in the veryvery North of a rather big Russia – the biggest one, to be fair), five days of quite boring being here and four days left. Continue reading
I finally realised that I’ve got less than a week left to prepare for the Czech B1 exams. That was really unpredictable, I can tell you. Continue reading
Well, seeing that I’ve started all this I’m-finally-happy-with-the-people-I-have-around-my-lovely-self, there’s a fact: I’m the shortest person in the whole language course community, and, as such a person, always get laughed at in a way Miranda from Miranda Hart’s sitcom Miranda laughs at Stevie (a character from Miranda Hart’s sitcom Miranda as well). If anything, don’t you worry, I’m fine with it, and it’s nice, and I’m noticed at last, although in such a way. Now and then somebody says something about the curse/the blessing of the one hundred and fifty-eight (which is my personal height in centimeters), there’s a sad song now called “The Saddest Song In This Big World”, and the lyrics are just “One hundred and fifty-eight, ooh, one hundred and fifty eight, why is it one hundred and fifty-eight?” and so on, and everyone laughs, making me the center of attention and pointing me out of the dull crowd of tall people. So, to let you know what’s it like to be short, here’s Top Several Thing about it: Continue reading
Ahoj (which is a Czech word for… imaginary drumrolls inside one’s head, please… Ahoy! !!! Isn’t that just amazing? Such an unpredictable language),
I suppose, I have informed you sometime earlier that I’m not an overwhelmed fan of our Grammar lessons, as they’re usually quite monotonous and there’s just us repeating the same linguistic formulas over and over and over again. I quite enjoyed today’s one, though. I’m not sure why. Maybe that’s just magic from all this Christmas films finally taken over. Continue reading
Today, seventy-one years ago, Vorkuta was officially granted with a town status. “Seventy-one? Seventy freaking one? And people who live there still dare to call themselves humans? I mean, really?” I hear you say. Yes. Exactly. Seventy-one year – and, maybe, a few hours – ago my hometown was officially granted with a town status, you hear me answer quite calmly. You should’ve seen what a great anniversal festive circus there was last year, when “We’re just three decades far from a century! Hooray!” issue was brought up. Continue reading
A word for skirt; pronounced as [‘jupka].
A word for suitcase; pronounced as [tʃæmo’dan].
hey, hey, we’re the monkeys and all that
i haven’t written anything worth in here for a while, and here finally comes a new something. i’ve started this almost a month ago, so i’m turning into some awfully lazy bum, yes.
To be honest, I somehow was sure that, as long as I leave the country (which is Russia, if you’re not very aware of my life, which is fine), everything would just completely change. That, as one young Alice, I would step into a completely different world, full of creatures, actions, and rules impossible to imagine. You know, people riding sewing machines to get to the Moon, and then going back to the Earth by just jumping very-very high (everyone knows that you can jump higher on the Moon than on the Earth because of the gravity and all these sci-stuff), and, during the whole process Moon singing his wonderful song about “Neil Armstrong walking on my face…” with his retarded voice of a chalked-faced idiot. Something like that. But I am still made of flesh and blood and breathing oxygen and laughing at stupid jokes no one else ever understands. There are still plenty of chavs and just not-good people in the world, and a part of them is still somewhere around me, and the cancer cure still isn’t invented. So, if there’s such thing as half-, or even quarter-frustration, than that’s exactly what I am experiencing here at the moment. Continue reading
Seeing there’s almost no news from me, there I come
Comedy isn’t polite and it isn’t correct and it isn’t accurate, even. It’s just a mess. So that’s the way that I approach it.