Words, to your mother.

Epic moment this (late) morning: I was struck with what I like to call "the beat". Words came to me before I'd even gotten out of bed and I began writing a story that I cannot wait to finish. Such an exhilarating feeling.

Then I thought I lost my keys, credit card, licence, and student ID, but I just found them, at 7:30 p.m., in my kitchen. I sketched into the building, the intrepid that I am, while a boy was leaving. He gave me weird eyes.

London lost an estimated 700 million GBP from yesterday's complete infrastructural failure. And the transport chief says, "We did the best we could." Weak.
Just watched Elem Klimov's Добро пожаловать, или Посторонним вход воспрещён (Dobro pozhalovat, ili Postoronnim vkhod Vaspryecyhon) which is a Krushev-era Russian film about kids at summer camp and it was hi-larious. In one scene the boys dove into a poison ivy grove so that they would not have to see their parents at visitor's week. Adorable! I could watch Russian films all day long.

Shite Me Sideways, It's Snowing!

I got charged 22 quid for an 11 quid cab ride because..."The minimum is 50 quid, love."

LIAR!!!!


I started watching the Super Bowl at Crofton, where Sarah and Johanna and their friends from BU live. Chatted Russian Jewish ancestry and African civil wars with those kids while looking up tickets to Amsterdam.
Also, I was doing my Russian homework the whole time. Katherine made bean dip that made me weak in the knees. Then the buses stopped running because there's nearly a foot of snow on the street. Now it's 2:30 a.m. Also, this:

Talk about great American heroes. I see why Rex hates Olympians.

Also, the Steelers are winning the Super Bowl, "no duh". But there will be rioting in Ahrn City tonight!!