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Day Three. August 6^th, 2008. Chicago.

 

I’ll keep this one short for I am dead fatigued. I feel like part of a tree limb which has been holding onto its dear (concept of) life through a stormy night.  So what really happened today? I decided to sleep in, lets start with that, I had the option of dropping by the orientation for the film department. But after some deliberation I realized that during the first year I won’t be taking any classes even closely associated with that major and so my inflamed pancreases of curiosity cooled off a bit. Finally rolled out of bed around 8:30, had a wonderful free breakfast (courtesy of the hostel), I don’t know why, but I half-expected my toasts to grow feet and run away? O.o Delusional much… Chatted with some lovely girls from Pennsylvania and wrapped up my morning ceremonies. Since my schedule for the day..was somewhat warped from its original plan – I’ve spent the next two hours on the couch figuring out what shall I do with my life haha. Its like that one time during Christmas when I looked into the bubbles of champagne in my glass, and my whole life opened up before me..sadly the current moment wasn’t as enlightening, but it was “productive”! Jumped the first bus to the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry (for Californians, imagine the Science

Museum just about 3-4 times grander and with bigger physical exhibits), the next 4 hours were spent bumping myself against every single seeable door in that building, in hopes of opening it up of course…what, you think I am stupid to just fling my body at an inanimate, and unlikely to move, object?

Saw their IMAX-ish movie, about the Grand Canyon and the tragedy of Colorado River – great nature shots, seriously, sometimes I’ve felt like I was about to touch the sky or jump out of the airplane! Topic exploration wise…not so much, needless to say – the movie did not achieve the goal it was set out to achieve, to bring attention to the human-led destruction of the Colorado River and its far-reaching effects. Another worthy moment was the tour of U-505 German WWII submarine…not a replica! But a real sub, which got captured by the Allies in 1944, donated by the military and shipped to the museum. Pretty wicked, especially the concept of “hot-bedding” into which, I won’t even go into haha. Those many long hours completely devastated whatever stored energy I had in my feet.

Got back to Hostel, along the way grabbing an EPIC BURGER(it wasn't that epic to be honest, they overhyped it), took a quick shower and than outss again. This time, went with a group of 10ish or so people to a Stand Up Comedy show (for FREE, it was near Wrigley’s Field for Chicagoians), basic concept was this: 3 different teams are given a topic by the audience and improve/freestyle for their given 20-30 minutes on that subject. The results were, most of the time pretty damn funny, I had a good laugh that night. But being in that environment just reminded me even more of just how much I sometimes wish that I was 21 and could enjoy a good glass of draught beer. Fuckin’ Ehh’. Definitively enjoyed my time there. Than it was back to Hostel, some light internet’sing and a midnight snack (full moon out = me having munchies) Not much else to say, day was eventful but not a great entry-worthy heh =]

Day Two.August 5, 2008. Chicago.

The battle with humidity continues, but the little boy who is meeting the world is quickly learning! For every lock there is a lockpicker…same concept applies. Today’s agenda consisted of running late to take my placement tests. You’d think it wouldn’t be difficult given that test-center building is a two block walk away – but haHA, I have founds a wayh! Upon my un-timely arrival it became apparent that the test-taking session didn’t even start…for about another 20 minutes which I spent perfecting my pencil flipping skillage and counting the amount of times the elevator doors closed and opened. 11 times. As for the actual test… its frightening to even CALL it a “test”, for if I was able to finish math+writing combined in some ~22 minutes time frame and on average score 90%+…really, are you joking me? That out of the way, and finding myself with a 2 extra hours of time to burn before my day would really begin (I need the time to wake up in the mornings, okay?) I took a little pleasant architectural tour on a boat through the heart of Chicago-land. Highlights? Seeing the gym where Oprah and Barack Obama work out. Trump tower in the making, soon to be 2^nd super-tall building in the city. Turquoise colored bridge-house reminiscent of pop-art of mid 70’s. Fish.

After lovely outing, which probably ended up in me getting a jolly t-shirt tan, I cruised over to the Museum of Contemporary Art..wait, actually somehow I ended up at the Navy Pier first.

Wells…it’s a Pier, and if its worth of mentioning, than its probably full of touristy attractions – and that’s exactly what it was. Beats Pier 39 in SF in every imaginable way though, even in restrooms quality = amazing. And a complaint towards the McDonalds – you know how after your order you have to wait for the same cashier to bring it up to you? Why can’t they just make a simple “order pickup” area, it’d be fooking brilliant! Than through some complex instinctive GPS’ing work I lead myself by the beach/water line(and to my astonishment the water was a clear misty green, to the point where I could actually see the sand on the bottom!) to the whereabouts of the Museum, which was a def. must see because of FREE admissions on Tuesdays. That captivated my attention for another few hours because Cindy Sherman, Jeff Koons, Donald Judd, Bruce Nauman and others, are simply freaking ridiculously talented. The piece that stood out the most was one of Koon’s works – 2 little girl angels and a ninja boy pushing a humongous pig 2x their size. Btw. Random fact, I noticed that through out my whole visit here I’ve seen only 2 “photographers” on the street with decent photo equipment, take it into contrast with SF where there are more of them than there are garbage cans. Anyhows, following that lovely injection of artistry and culture into my intellectual bloodstream I’ve decided to take a little break from sightseeing..and do what? Do more Sightseeing! Hoped over to Dwight Lofts by means of intergalactic public transportation – Zuuuurrpp (depending on circumstances and the intensity of air reverberating through vocal chords, it can also act as a Tazer gun).

 And Oh-My-God got my minds blows to pieces, ironically those pieces would have blended in with the contemporary colored walls of Dwight very nicely =] Took a little tour through the facilities, jaw-dropping and drooling. The hallways, passeways, hidden chambers, everything is decorated ultra nicely, seriously – the vibe that you get from this place equals (or even surpasses) that of Columbia itself! Nicely sized bedroom for two, a bit tight on length, but makes up for that with the width and humongous space for storage, of crap! (like a little cutout under the ceiling, reachable by ladder – I even proposed putting a mattress there and throwing the bed away -> maximum space utilization!) And everything is fully furnished, FTW! Bathroom is great, smells/feels/is brand new. Kitchen! *orgasm* is wicked *said with a British accent*, what a splendid sight it was! For words justice can not do, to the amazedness I bore witness to. Behold…Pictures! Beer-pong table anyone? =]]

 And beyond that, 2 separate workout places, ginormous brand new laundry ($1.00 whaat? It costs $2.00 or $2.50 here in cali!)

A complete floor for “studio” space, pretty much FREE space to do whatever the heck you want, be it dance or painting a 6x6 feet drawing. Downstairs of it, another big floor of Chillage – Lounge style, with a pool table (supposively two of them to be soon) a huge, did I hear 70in+ widescreen TV? Cushions, pillows, couches and all the good stuff – the only thing that’s missing is a wet bar. Ha-haa… And there is a deck area to look over zeh city from the 11 floor that it’s on! I was ecstatic and hyperventilating from happiness! Got my paperwork for an early move-in (not 27^th at Dwight does it, but around 24/25 as most freshmen at Columbia do) Then I was on my way to eat a cheap-ass but awesome $2.50 burger from a recommendation of my tour guide, just few blocks over. At the same time I noticed that Columbia folks at 2E8th, are…well, 2/3 blocks down from Dwight, haha – that’s a nice thing to know.

And back to ze Hostel (haha, anytime I say it, I get the images from the horror flick under the same pseudonym) To still do something useful and productive that fine non-rainy evening, I’ve decided to hit up the movies at Grant Park. What do I mean exactly? A monumentally giant movie screen in the corner of the park, 4x the intensity of a typical movie theater sound (speakers spread out through out the park) and about 2,000ppl+ chilling on the lawn..mostly couples, who weren’t paying That much attention to the movie haha . Saw “The Day Earth Stood Still” I liked it, had some great underlying concepts about the destructiveness of human nature and our fear of the unknown and unexplainable. After such a lovely evening I took a nice..long…walk to Giordano’s pizzeria, only to find out that it closed at 10 oclock, dahmit! Gave some homeless guy a dollar in the 1-coin form (that you get on CalTrain stations in the bay area), he was astonished since it was the first time he saw a dollar being represented that way, seriously – he even bit on it to check if it was real. Maybe he was joking around, or maybe not – either way I found it hilarious. The night came to a close with a cup of Vanilla Latte, Dj Feel – Trancemission #4 on the playlist and worn-out/fatigued legs. Mission Accomplished. I got something done.

 

Day One. August 4, 2008. Chicago.

First day being in this wonderful and exhilarating city. My excitement level is bouncing off anything that I see, touch, smell, intake. First and foremost, humidity is a killer. Although California’s sunshine can prepare anybody for massive sunburns, Chicago is a whole different story. As I was walking down the airport terminal to the CTA Orange Line “L-evated” train station, the unruly and discreet force of nature hit me in full swing. In 3 minutes time, all of my articles of clothing were sticking to my body as if a hive of bees engaged in their ritualistic cross-pollination orgy. I have to confess, thoughts of streaking did run through my mind, except they were in the opposite direction of the socially accepted behavior in public places. I saw a guy with earlobe-loopholes which would comfortable accommodate the whole diameter of my fist, he was also the slowest iPhone text-messaging typer the world has seen to date. I saw a girl wearing the skimpiest outfit, barely clad in linen pieces of clothing that Adam and Eve didn’t even dream of having. But her tattoo-covered body was a piece of artwork, the intricacies that a needle and ink can fashion on ones body, is utterly astonishing – I was astonished. Her place was either at Burning Man or tribal-themed rave, but not on this screeching train that smelled of sweat of those whom it serves.

Through my 20-something minute ride from the Midway Airport to the downtown, I bore witness to some of the most boring window-sightseeing I had yet to endure. Brick Brick Brick, no – not the game where you break apart bricks with an unruly ball that sometimes gravitates away from the common held beliefs of a colliding objects trajectory. But building after building build of solid, and almost soothingly looking, shade of mud-red Brick. I saw walls whose graffiti painted canvases stretched far into the dark and innocently-welcoming alleys. I saw a dude and a dudette climbing over barbed wire fence, where to, to do what? I prefer not to know, is ignorance a bliss? I saw expressways carefully dissected in two by a strip of lavishly green vegetation.  They reminded me of St. Petersburg and Kiev… I was snapped out of my drowning in a typhoon of nostalgia by a sight so beautiful that it froze my gaze before my miss-firing neuron connections could even decipher what I was seeing. A plane highlighted by a renegade sun ray, breaking through the sheet of grey cotton clouds and reflecting in the pools of stagnant water, that formed on the rooftops of abandoned buildings. Just close your eyes and imagine that scene for a second. It was breath-taking. I got off at my stop. Directions that I had weren’t helping, and I didn’t have a map either. But I followed my bulletproof method that I learned in San Francisco, there are only two directions – towards the water and away from the water. After aimlessly wondering the streets of the shopping district amidst the crowds of store-addicted hipsters for some half an hour, I finally reached the corner of Wabash and Congress where I was suppose to be…only than did I notice the sings that were hanging all over the place with arrows pointing towards “Hostel International” –> i.suck. Upon my arrival at the hostel I realized that I couldn’t find my wallet…after frantic and very scary few minutes of turning my bag+backpack inside-out the moment of Eureka was that of pure kid-like joy. The room is nice, 6 bed + bathroom/shower, storage lockers, unnecessary high ceilings that give off the feeling of reverse-claustrophobia and always at least one person sleeping – regardless of the time of day. Elevators are fun too, particularly because of the kaleidoscope of different languages that you hear and awkward smiles that everybody gives to each other. Since it was already past 5 o’clock, most of attractions-to visit were already closed, and after my dose of walking through the downtown my desire to go outside started playing hide-and-seek with my curly head. (this by no means is a reference to the amount of white brain matter that I might/might not posses)

I went to visitors center, got my skoop on the latest and coolest. Went down to the cafeteria and found out just how good 4.50 dollar sandwiches can taste when your starving = really good. And the killage of the next few hours was spent over deliberation on a very limited mix of classes I could potentially choose to take at Columbia and checking out local activities – oh did I forget to mention, memorization of streets downtown! So by the time my aching buttocks let itself be known to the rest of my fatigued and sleep-deprived body, it was already dark outside…and pouring white threads of rain…and a thunderstorm going on top of that. Neverthless i harnessed whatever was left of my Spartaian courage and walked outside… It was humid, it was 80 degrees, and it felt like a slightly breeze evening on a beach in NorCal. The feeling of unease that quickly sunk-in rallied my body out of nature’s way and into a nice air-conditioned building (thank God for inventing the A/C!) the night came to a close with a can of Arizona Ice-Tea, Armin Van Buuren – ASoT 352 on the playlist and an uncomfortably squeakishly bed. Mission Accomplished. I’m in Chicago in one piece.

To make up for a booring entry - here is a vid. =]

 

 

Withdrawal v.0.1 by ~angelace on deviantART

I don't need to apologize to this "journal", but i still feel compelled to do so, as if going here and writing about my own fucked up self is a mandatory task which i failed to perform on a specified schedule. But that is that. I have tendencies to disappear. For months at a time, without any notice or a reason why. Everything has a reason. I like disappearing.

my feet are freezing right now. This is entry is full of blanks, cut-off sentences and unfinished thoughts. My world turns into a matrix of colored dots.

I am alive. I like believing that its true. Optimism - hoping that shit wont happen to you.
It saddens me to again and again realize how frail and imperfect is written language, that no matter how much eloquence you put into a predetermined number of syllables.. you still can't fully transcend the power of emotion or the complexity of thought. But maybe that is for the best? A way of hampering human strife to perfection... Or, do we really want everyone else to know just how much feeling we put behind our words?

i like the sound of water. rain drops hitting the rooftops on a dry autumn day. stormy water shattering against the rocks. sprinklers slashing through the defining silence of the night. pin-drops from the rusty faucet. It relaxes me, it resonates right through me.

Photo-entry >
Parents left for the weekend for some lake in NorCal, was hoping to have a good time - gather 'round friends and just have a good time... That hope was crushed, things sometimes dont work out the way you want them too. Heh, go figure. Friday, after my painful ortho appointment I've spent some time with Anyutik, catching up on her life in Chicago just the general blabber that accompanies such conversations. Saturday, went with Anyutik and a few older russian folks to the capitola beach in SantaCruz, had a relaxing time with great food. Than we hitted up a movie theater with my bro and a company of his friends, Bourne Ultimatum wasn't half-bad, a nice action movie. That was followed with a 12 pack of heineken and a long lasting philosophical conversation with Anyutik until 5 in the morning. I dont want to talk about Sunday.



Nachalocyaaa =)

Havchiko-prigotovlenie

I prodolzhenie...

Peoplu! Toest' lydi =P


Anyutik, v vsei svoei krase =)


Konsovka poleta...

Eto nazuvaetcya - palomnichestvo =)

A v tom dome bula otkrutaya dver'...chesno chesno...


Kopat' yamu, ne samaya leghkaya rabota na etom svete ;)

Govoril zhe...Vot, chelovek yzhe ystal! (dazhe i polminytu ne prorabotav)

(?) OBlin and Cheeks


Some boat caught fire...We watched the whole thing from the moment the fire started to the point when it exploded to the shimarines, more info about the whole incident Here.


Now, the time for the semi-creative photos that i feel like sharing to the world of me, myself and I. Damn, small world! =)


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   i let the winds of destiny carry me.

Mmm....i feel good.



After having one of the best days of this summer happening to me past thursday (or maybe even friday, lol) June 28th. I got a new surge to live, haha, or more like something to look forward to or to smile about, that simple. Heh, its the little things that make life, lifeable =) So, dat was good. Except the part where some people had to take a taxi home at 12ish at night something from the downtown san jose, and when certain others (read me) had to take a light rail home...only to realize that the last train goes to the depot and not to the downtown mountain view, as i needed it too... So than, being stuck somewhere in SJ near the convention center and hiding away from cops in the bushes and waiting for the Plan Emergency ride to pick me up and give me some screaming =P But i got home, thats what counts, right? ;)

Next day morning I awoke barely able to breat. And it wasnt from a pleasing dream that took my breath away. Long story short with a few rides to different hospitals now and than, inflamatory lung problem and random return of my some of my asthma...so, i wasnt able to really move around to do much since every single breath resulted in jolts of pain under the lower part of my ribcage, any coughing resulted in a dogfight for grasps of air, hehe...Really now, it wasnt that bad :) Oh, did i forget to mention that for two days my nervous system in my right and my left shoulders shutdowned on me, rendering my whole arm useless...gah, this shit sucked.

My brother turned 26. S Dnem Rozhdeniya Bratyha!

My family bought a car for mom/me (notice how i put "mom" first) Nissan Versa...
- Funny thing. When my brother, who was at a dealership with dad and mom, called me and asked my opinion on what color car i wanted, and me thinking "okay, mom doesnt like red, but there gota be something that i like in the car they are going to buy, because it will obviously not be a 'teenage' car....Lets say Red." And so i did...3 hours later, a red car is in our driveway...I told my mom that i was just joking on the phone, she gave me a glare, xe-xe...

Sent in all the required paperwork to INS/Homeland Department for my Working Permit. And maybe in about 3 months ill get it. After that, besides being able to work legally, i will be able to go to DMV and get my freaken permit...6 months later, a drivers license..Almost a month before my 18th birthday, is it even worth the hassle really? I could just wait and than get my license when i turn 1-oh-8 without having to go through all the permit-training...mmm....

Recent vids that caught my eye!

Updatish?

Hmm. So whats major in my summery-life right now? It doesnt feel like summer, i think thats the most important thing to note. Its not like i am doing that great deal of work at 11:35pm on a Sunday night, but its still doesnt feel right - that spark of fun and spontanteniouty is missing. And everyone just happened to decide to travel somewhere and leave my poor self in a complete lack of a casual company. Garrr, at least i hope they will have more fun than me...its not that hard to achieve that actually.
Anyhows...

Worky. Spencer and I finished the bigger part of the photoshoot for the nVidia E-Staff (top exec's) So that was good. A few more people are left for sometime in the middle of August and I dont know how we have it set up yet - either he will solely be taking those photos or we'll colab some more. But after a week of 8am till 6pm working days i know for a fact that its hard to do without company, even the TV or computer games cant completely substitute a living person =P Oh yes, Stargate Atlantis is a freaken' life savior!!! Mmm...since we had 1 hour slots for each person and we were able to get their photos done in about 20-30 minutes we spent the rest of the time chilliaxing and watching Stargate on the Humangozoid TV in their Demo room.



This is meh...and all the equipment that we used (packed version) And yes, we went all the way to get all the items on our wishlist, since we didnt have to pay =P. Acute 2RPro 2400 power pack + 2 strobe heads, beauty dish, Large+Medium+Grid softboxes, lots of stands. Our laptops and the gorgeous EOS-1D Mark II that nVidia gots. Shoutout goes to Raymond with his technical and experience wise advices! Starting post editing stage soon....fun.

Spent the day today with mah parents browsing car dealers. My dads finally admits to the fact that our family needs new cars, so my mom is getting a car of her own (which really means ill be driving it most of the time...after i get my permit and license =) So far, limited by the budget and interests we are considering VW Rabbit (4 door), Honda Civic 07/Hyundai models. My pushes towards a VW GTi/Scion Tc/Honda Prelude were all shut down...Sadly my mom doesn't want to be driving a coupe...baaaaaa *cries* Actually i want a smaller car, just so i wouldn't have to give people ride's =D

Mm....Saturday Night. A spontaneous call from Yurka with words, ill be picking you up in 20 mins, we are going to SantaCruz (and thats counting the fact that i received the call around like 8pm) Awesome, and i am out of the door with a bottle of Absolut in my backpacky. Met up with Greta, Raf, Natasha, Jesse, Olya, Vova than were joined by Senya and Vasya in Santa Cruz. Got there, in one piece, thank god i wasnt in Yura's car ^_^. Soh, as always because no one was in charge of planning and since the people with the cars and who were actually driving us around are worthy of a title "tourists" in SantaCruz, we got to the beach just when cops were clearing it out. After rumbling and shaking fist and hating all american we decided to throw our own little party in a local park (a few blocks from Senya's place) and no...we werent picked up the cops. So after finishing 2 bottles of vodka and all the food that we had, it was obvious who was and who wasnt in the "right state of mind" As Yura puts it :) I was surpised to find out that my alcohol tolerance is still insanely high...which meant that i was the soberest person of the bunch. Oh wells...The drivers slept in the cars, so no - we didnt let them drive drunk. Some slept in sleeping bags in the park. Me and Vasya loaded up on Bawls and Monster and stayed up the whole night, took an 6-8 mile stroll to the ocean and back and just relaxed. Hehe...And i think there were a few bums hiding in the bushes in that park all of that time =D Got back home...Passed out. Woke up around 3. No headache - so i went to celebrate that fact in the shower. YEap, singing in the shower - cant beat that.

Straightened out all the shit that was going on with Sarah. And just why some girls need to be drama queens when it comes just sitting down and having a conversation? Sheesh...now probably for the next few weeks i am going be getting flamed by all of her friends behind my back. I hate that. I really do.

Hmm...Oh...A weekend before this one. Went to the Del Valley Lake for two days (invite by Masha/Macyn'chik) Participated in that russian orthodox gathering. Sang folk songs, danced around, ate some amazing home-made rus food. Than we rented out boats and swam around the lake. At night though i passed out from prior exhaustion and so was a bit of social-outcast when everybody else was living it up in the big tent. And the person who got the idea of putting two couples in one tent should get slapped...Although i do miss me not having a tape recorder there the next morning after...some hilarious stuff :) Props to Senya, Olya, Serega, Masha, Fedya, Andrey for making it a fun little getway :)

hmm....tis is all...Now i want to relax...sleep that is...

Its sad when you want to talk but there is no one to talk to. Maybe only the shadow, which shyly hugs the walls and in embarassement avoids any direct confrontation. And even though the shadow is an outline of a reflection of its maker, it still does not make for a good companion. Heh, its ironic that out of the myriad of people that i know, the numerous telephone numbers that i have - there is not a single person to whom i can openly talk to...and the chances are, won't be anytime soon. I am not propagating the fact that everyone should share the innermost secrets of their soul with the people around them, because they shouldnt - doing so would only further strip them down even closer to loosing a sense of individuality.

I know that i consiously make the decision of pushing people away from me. I have this problem, attachment. I can't stand it. Do i fear it? No, i really dont think so, whatever i feel towards it hardly falls under a definition of fear. Or maybe i am acting like a complete narcissistic asshole, coupled with the fact that he is a male. That makes for a jolly....sour mix. Strangely enough, i've been trying to explain my own attitude towards this issue to myself many times, but i was never able to come up with a defining conclusion. Do i hate people? No. Do i like being alone? Not that much (not enough to tip me to some extreme). While its true that i am a loner at heart (which i presume a lot of us are) i still find it hard connecting with people.  And especially attaching myself to them in any way. While i agree that a rhyzobia-like relationship of interdependence between the two people can be largely beneficial. Still, are you giving up way too much to gain too little? If you throw aside the fact that my personal list of priorities is completely deboingo and upside down. That would leave me with only a few possible explanations. One of them being that maybe i cant stand the feeling of insecurity. Yes, i identify attachment as insecurity. Insecurity from things i know that i personally can fend off, but can my partner do that? Placing a bit of myself into somebody else's hands...but not knowing how much those hands can protect me?
  Is it because my heart has been shred to pieces so many times that i grew so stonewall and emotionless to other people? But i am not going to be playing the blaming game - i can blame only myself.
Besides the lack of security i also feel that any attachment takes away my freedom. Freedom from what your going to say? While i may not know the exact answer, at the moment i can only give a few things that do happen to be in that category, freedom to say what i want to say(without feeling any constraint), freedom from doing whatever i enjoy doing, freedom from having thoughts in the back of my mind that constantly remind me with the loud banging on the ear-drums that i am "attached" to someone. I hate being told what to do. And when my own fucked up consciousness tries to do that to me, oh boy...nothing good comes out of that. Just see, i will be bouncing from job to job just because of the fact that i cant take orders. I know that my will, shall bend and later brake - but before that moment, i will probably screw up in life already so much that it wont matter. Nothing will matter. Except what i eat and where i sleep. Most basic essentials.

     What else do i have against attachment? Well, everything else that i can think of are just minor details, not worthy of a mention in this dreadful and meaningless entry. But what i listed i think is enough. Yet, despite all of that shit i still believe in one form of attachment. And that is through love (here you go, the romantic inside of me is coming out, so you better watch out), love is the only universal glue capable of ensuring that the bond wont break. But it too, must be fostered and protected, for nothing is made perfect. Although i am not an expert in love. In fact, my experiences with that word have been largely negative. I believe that in theory thats how it should be. isn't it wonderful to theorize?

 Now that i ranted a bit (actually i am doing this largely because i would like to see how much, or how little, my attitudes will change in the next few years, if i will ever come back to this entry again)
My life

Chaos in the family
Devastation at school
Personal life in ruins
Mess in the head.

simple.

Time for a little recap of the recent fun events! (New! With Photos!)

Did a dance performance with Mashka on Friday, and our little month or so of rehersals paid off! Hehe, piecing together a dance out of many movie/video segments of Argentinian and Traditional tango is fun ^_^ So, the whole thing was a big success, we didn't fall or mess up (in any see-able way at least) and just generally looked hot, tehehe. Celebrated over at her place with a couple of friends who dropped by, and ended up wasting the night away with some major youtube'ing :)


And now, to make things seem a bit more interesting, I've decided to post up a little photo-bloggy about the recent trip I took to the Half Moon Bay with my friends (Urka, Olya, Vasya, Senya, Ya) So without further ado, the whole story in pictures =)
So...we kinda like got there. After spending about 2 hours sitting on ones ass in the car, which is not the most exciting thing in the world. I really don't get the idea of the trip during which you spend more time traveling to-fro than actually being outside and enjoying what you came out there for. But anyhow...Oh, one more thing. Sorry about the snap-shot quality of the photos :)

Olechka smiling about something...I bet she was thinking something dirty =P

And that's exactly why these rooms (look down) were created for people like her ;)

Than the guys fucked around a bit, like they usually do, while i was hysterically laughing on the side.. Because, well...you just need to hear the sounds that Vasya and Senya make when they fight, haha =D High pitched squelling (thats the nice way to put it)


It finally got to the point where they started groping each others asses...*shrugs* And Ura spilled some gas on himself while refueling the car, so you can guess...the whole ride we had this distinct smell of gasoline plugging our nostrils and driving us insane :)...oh, did i forget to mention that Vasya had a lighter?

 Luckily, we arrived at out final destination...alive :) And started checking out the scenery!

Hmm...besides making a pilgrimage to the holly bathrooms we found out that in one of the stalls someone was smoking pot. I mean, you cant confuse that smell with anything else, seriously. He/She didn't give us any thou :( Although that didnt stop Vasya from radiating a bright smile :)

And so to the beach we went...It was really really really windy up there.


And there were baggilion birds, which looked like they were ready to bombard any hostile threats that encrouched upon their sacred territory...aperently, they perceived us as threats, hehe...

Awww....

And ever more Awww... :)

And this tops it all...Two young biologists studying birds, or actually. A moment of peace before Senya got his "boob" pinched =P

The retaliation came swiftly in the form of flying rocks :) But our superhero Vasya was not afraid! He symbolically showed his tongue and taunted his opponent!

It was only when the referee came that an armistice was decided upon, and smiles once again filled everyones faced! =D

Although someone, clearly did not want to understand that concept...A sneak ninja attack, ehh? ;)

No dude, or dudette can attack this fella here...not as long as he wears those hip glasses ;) Btw ladies, i can hook you up with his number!

Wait...i forgot, he is be taken :(

And now, its time for a quick science lesson. The Newton's Third Law: The Laws of Motion (or more popularly called, the Cause and Effect)
  Cause: Enjoying the wind blowing through ones hair as an object of an unknown mass accelerates down a hill with no sight of any obstacles in its path.

   Effect: Slamming on the squeling brakes and trying to reverse the objects acceleration while passing a mischeviously hiding cop with a radar gun.
   Effect (continued): Getting pulled over.


Over Saturday and Sunday and Monday I saw a few of my friends and people I terribly missed. You know who you are. They weren't mentioned in this post since they don't come with photos, but only with enjoyable memories :)

Today is the worst day of my life. April 3rd, 2007.

  The fact that this is my first entry on my virgin livejournal account makes me feel like i should write something very important and meaningful here...But i do want to? No. Do i have to? No. And so - I won't.
   I would like to use this opportunity to call to attention and commemorate a moment of silence to my beloved xanga.com/angelace008 account. I wont wipe its existence off the face of this planet because it has been with me through many important happenings (or so those moments seem at the moment) in my life, and there is way too much poetry there which i like and it would just kill me to delete it.
  And so a new chapter begins. A dawn of new age of communication with my joining-in the marching ranks of bloggers =)
    *raises glass* Time to Celebrate! =D

p.S. One of these days, ill get around to writing my own CSS profile with a custom layout...One of these days...