This weekend has been full of fun. Friday night we ventured,
yet again, to Sigmund and Freud. It’s actually just Sigmund Freud but I still
maintain the “and” is necessary and forever will #h8rsgonh8. That being said,
Maddy is definitely a h8r. The looks of dismay/disbelief when I say SandF.
Moving on, I accidentally managed to steal one of the A
pages from the karaoke book. Therefore I now permanently have sole monopoly
over Abba and ACDC. Life is so much easier when you don’t have choices. I also
accidentally left out the inverted commas around my previous use of the word
acciddentally, because it wasn’t an accident. I completely meant to steal the
page. It had been left on the table and I made a conscious decision. A
brilliant conscious decision if I do say so myself. I now have stuck on my
wardrobe the best (beer and vodka-stained) souvenir anyone could want from good
ole Petrozavodsk. And I’m not even kidding; basically everyone liked my post in our Petro faceyb group
about it Not only do I now feel ten-fold more popular, but my wardrobe door
smells of SF. Oh happy days.
Talking of happy days, it snowed once on Friday and then
again on Saturday twice. It started just as we entered the building on Friday
morning and that was the next hour and a half of concentration lost.
Unfortunately by the time we were taken on our excursion to the museum for the
2nd lesson it had stopped and turned to lethal ice. Snow turnover is
both rapid and brutal here. I missed all of the museum trip, except for the
boring talk at the start that I zoned out of, because I had another
presentation at the cadets school. This time the kids were older and their
questions more inquisitive than the riveting “do you like chicken” from the 11
year olds. Olga let me recycle my presentation and made them translate some of
the things I was saying. I really have to apologise to every single one of my
teachers from school at this point. There’s nothing worse than speaking and
no-one paying attention. At some points she’d asked what I’d JUST said. I’d
JUST said it. As in ONE SECOND ago. They were incapable of regurgitation. I’d
JUST said it though. Literally ONE SECOND AGO. I can’t emphasise this enough.
However I’m willing to accept that perhaps they’re just stupid. In fact I’d
actively recommend this as being the explanation. Also why did I ever fancy 15
year old boys when I was 15. They’re so ugly and annoying and rude and DON’T
LISTEN to their elders. What are this? No worries though; I’ve already scolded 15
year old Nadia for this.
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| Why do they not lesson when I speak about GDP per capita? |
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| This lot were a bit rowdy for my liking. Brats. |
We went to the Mexican restaurant, Sanchez, on Prospect Lenina before SF. Me and Sophia had some
cocktails seeing as we’d already had dinner but then I went all the craaay and
ordered some casaideas. It’s probably the most expensive place to eat around
here. Meals are like £8; however the portions are ridiculous so you are
definitely getting more than you would in the UK for the price. However the
question remains on whether that many tortillas is good for anyone. The answer
is no. No it’s not. SF was pretty empty this week. We managed to get the very
front table and I sang Don’t Speak
with Robin’s host’s daughter, Lea. Such a babe and she said I have a lovely
singing voice and some other nice things I don’t wish to repeat. What a babe
how much she appreciates me. Every week I get a comment on my ensemble AND
hair. Seriously, who is so nice?!?!?!?! Love this girl!
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| Pretty Sophia et moi |
When I finally ventured out of bed after a late night of
Gwen Stefani and theft, me, Sophia, Olivia and Eva met Masha and Jena at Maksi
for some cheeky shopping and pizza. Except I abstained from the pizza. Got
involved in the shopping though. It does seem to be the main centre to easily
access most types of shop here. There are some places which are clearly
Petrozavodsk’s version to H&M, but not as enjoyable. An excess amount of
clothes and accessories are embelished with foxes. Why are this, I do not know?
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| Leather jacket shopping. Just the weather for it..... Oh wait.... |
Sunday was English Day
at Timeshop. That’s the place where you get unlimited soft and hot drinks
and ice-cream (if they have) and pay for the time you spend there. Luckily us
Brits dominated the place and got to stay for free because of our nationality.
Not even soz. We represented. We had ice-cream. We let people speak English to
us. This deserves free time. It was actually so much fun; we organised a game
of Mafia (or some people called it Werewolf). A fun game, except everyone kept
killing me really early on so I didn’t really get a proper play. This made me
sad. But then we got to go outside back into the snow and all was well again.
Unfortunately it keeps turning to ice, but this is prompting new vocab in class
such as to melt – растаять.
Had my usual lesson with Anna today. I checked most of her
homework and did the rest for her. Wish I’d thought to pay someone to do my
homework for my when I was at school. The extremely soft cat, Elvis, was also
there. My taunting is perhaps getting a bit out of hand. But I always add on 5
minutes to the end of the lesson for how much time I waste petting it. And
meowing at it. For those who’ve heard my meow, it’s horrific. I should probably
apologise to Anna at some point. She left the room for a bit to deal with her
and her husband buying a new flat on the phone. Appaz some 15 year old owns it
so there’s lots of paperwork, legalities and beaurocracy. I didn’t even ask how
a 15 year old can take out a mortgage. It provokes more questions that answers.
Whilst she was gone I played peek-a-boo with the cat and shook my paper at it
to try and get it to come over. I think my taunting went a bit far because it
ran behind the couch and kept jumping up at me. Probably as revenge. I do have
pity though; Anna said it’s never been in the snow, but yet didn’t trust me to
take it right there and then. It hadn’t actually been outside much at all, the
poor kitty. Obviously most people live in flats here so it wouldn’t be able to
get back into the building unless you perhaps attached a key to its neck.
Slightly unpractical. Unless you added some mini-cat stairs to the main
entrance for it. Or a cat flap. But then there’s the rabid dogs roaming the
streets. Yes, this is a bad idea. But only because of the rabid dogs.
We had Roy Bivon from RLUS and some lady from Manchester Uni
visit us today to talk about all aspects of the course for 2 hours in great
depth. It was much better than normal feedback sessions tend to go, and what I
expected. All-in-all, life is good here except RLUS’s website is useless
because it doesn’t provide people with any form of costs except for
accomodation. Roy downright refuses to put any prices on because it changes
year to year. I think for the money we pay him, he needs to gosh-darn update
his website once a year. I personally have sent him the price-list of how much
everything costs here and he won’t put it up, even with a disclaimer saying
that it might be inaccurate. Also I definitely can’t change from the “crippingly
expensive” St.Pete’s to Volgograd next year. Basically he ceebs doing any work
is all I understood from what he said. (The cripplingly expensive thing was
also a direct quote – Student Finance suck for not giving us enough money
also). Might have to set up a competing Russia YA website myself, just to make
this Bivon lad, mad.
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| What are this snow in October? |
Received an e-mail from my Management personal tutor today
saying that we should have a meeting to discuss whatever. I sent back some
sassy e-mail (I’m a big fan of these nowadays) saying that I find it amusing
that in my 3rd year (when I’m abroad) I get a mgt. tutor, because I
always only had a Russian one previously. What a lad, I got a sassy e-mail
right back saying he’d e-mailed me last year and I should check with SSID that
my e-mail address works properly and recommending a ballet to see in St.Pete’s
next semester. What a lad. So much sass I did a finger snap on his behalf. I
actually do dispute that he e-mailed me last year because I do honestly read
all my e-mails, but I’ll let it pass for his cheeky attitude.
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