I think I just got prank called. If not, a very strange woman just called me.

So, the house phone rings, i pick up.

Me: Hello?
Woman: Hello?
Me: .....Hello?
Woman: Who is this?
Me: You called me, who is this?
Woman: I know who you are, you're the girl who came onto my property and kicked my dog.
Me: Umm..what?
Woman: You came onto my property and kicked my dog.
Me: I think you have the wrong number.
Woman: no, you came onto my property and kicked my dog.
Me: I was at work today, so I wouldn't have been able to kick your dog, nor would I ever kick a dog.
Woman: YOU CAME DOWN THE STREET AND KICKED MY DOG. I SAW YOU.
Me: What street do you live on?
Woman: Umm... I can't see the sign. I have bad eyesight. I just moved here.
Me: Um. Bye. -click-

hmmmm... If by any small chance this was not a prank and she truly believed me to be someone who kicked her dog, I feel bad for the dog. Poor puppy.

If not, what the hell kind of prank is that?

Today while driving home, I drove past a pickup truck that had flipped over in the ditch on 35. 10-15 cars had stopped on the side of the highway and gotten out despite the bitter cold to go help. I pulled over as well but decided with the amount of people already there I'd probably be more of a burden than a help. But it restores my faith in people when I see people reaching out to others in that way. So often you hear of people watching while awful things happen because they assume someone else will help out. (For example, the case of Kitty Genovese, who was murdered and her neighbors let her die because they thought someone else would help.) It's really comforting to know that some people still care.

I was finally able to put that damn book down but now I can't sleep because my mouth hurts. Damn stale cookies ripping apart my gums.

ow.

Doesn't help that I'm an addict.

it's worse than goddamn HEROIN I TELL YOU.

GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT.

bye.

OMFG! She's PREGNANT. SHIT MAN! Again with the staying up until 3 am reading. This is pathetic buddy. we need help. But I definitely agree that this is the best book yet.

GOD.

Kate's taking her life back. I'm following suit. While she is taking her life back via rejoining livejournal, I am instead, taking my life back from my cat.

My goddamn too lovable cat, who wakes me up about 6 times a night like a goddamn baby. So. I am not letting him into my room anymore. Let's see how long it takes him to stop trying to get in.

This might be a really bad week for sleep.

DAMN YOU CAT!

angelofillusion: TAKE YOUR LIFE BACK TOO
angelofillusion: FROM LITTLE CATZ
FaiLu12e: TAKIN IT BACK.
angelofillusion: TAKING IT BACK

Found this on Jackie's journal, am bored, thought i'd participate.

( 2007 Meme )

( Haha )

• Go to IMDB.com and look up 10 of your favorite TV shows.
• Post three official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for these 10 picks as a comment.
• Others will reply to your comment with their guesses.

1. Love Triangle/ Aspiring Film Maker/ Gay Kiss
2. Plastic Surgery/ Sex Addiction/ Dark Humor
3. Interracial Romance/ Doctor/ Seattle Washington
4. Mystery/ Sarcasm/ Medical Drama
5. Casual Sex/ New York City/ Dating
6. Teenage Angst/ Alcoholism/ Soap
7. Film Industry / Drugs/ Theatrical Agent
8. Amnesia / Trauma / Self Discovery
9. Laboratory/ World Domination/ Cartoon
10. Wisecrack humor/ Sitcom/ Boy

I just heard this on a commercial for the news...

"Find out how a teenage girl found out her 17 year old boyfriend was really a 31 year old woman.."

oh Fox 9 news..

So I woke up this morning and my shirt was on inside out. Since I wore the same shirt to bed as I wore all day yesterday, I know it was on correctly when I went to sleep. This means that in my sleep, I took off my shirt, turned it inside out and put it back on. wtf?

I'm back! Give me a call if you want to hang out. Warning: I may not be too coherent after 7:00 at night tonight or tomorrow because of jet lag. But still call anyways! I miss everyone!

Quick update:

I went to the Moscow Film Studio today (Mosfilm). We got to tour the set of Doctor Zhivago, that they still use in other films, and a set of a new movie that they're currently filming. We also got to meet with one of the biggest directors in Russia (Shakhnazarov), who is also the director of Mosfilm. We totally have great connections. Hooray for Blat! (mafia connections in russia.)

Oh by the way, we went to this market the other day, and it's owned by the mafia. It was huge, there was a tourist section that you had to pay to get into, and a non-tourist section that is HUGE, and is where Colin and I got lost, and I got called sexy by a random russian guy.

Hey everybody!

Quick update from the motherland:

1. Things are pretty dirty here. Literally. It's gloomy, wet, muddy, and cold. The bottoms of the legs of my pants have never been grosser.
2. I was sick the first couple of days, resulting in me almost vomiting in the Bolshoi Theater. That would have been embarrassing, but I'm better now.
3. The plays are SPECTACULAR. I'm having such a good time going to them, despite not being able to understand what they're saying.
4. I miss everyone a lot.
5. The room next to mine is a sex room. The first few days, there was a couple who stayed there who liked to have wild sex late in the morning. And now there's a couple staying there who likes to shower together. Kinky Shit.
6. There's this really gross russian guy who's been here for about 3 months now, whom we call Rasputin, or Raspo for short. He smells bad, he's often drunk, he's communist, racist, name more ists and he's probably it. The other day he was telling my professor that he had secret archives and that Russia actually won the cold war, but since western Europe wouldn't acknowledge it, it is now generally opinion that the US won it. He tries to talk up all the people in our group a lot, well the guys because women aren't worthy (thank god), and enter their rooms. He also tends to go into the tv room whenever someone's in there, turn on the communist channels really loud and then leave, hoping that it'll convert us.

Anyways. That is the shortened version of what's been going on here. I'll try to continue to make updates as the trip goes on. I hope all is well at home!

( An innaccurate representation of a long year )

She wants my sandwich..

FaiLu12e: you're at home, don't you have any sandwich materials?
sovereignofsnow: no
sovereignofsnow: i'm azian
sovereignofsnow: are you kidding me?

Every conversation I end up having with my roommate tends to go very badly awry..

Example. Earlier tonight, she and I were talking about erbert and gerberts sandwiches... the result?

sovereignofsnow: the seafood one was good too
sovereignofsnow: haha
FaiLu12e: grosss.. sick bitch
sovereignofsnow: shush
sovereignofsnow: its good
FaiLu12e: no. no its not
sovereignofsnow: uh huhs
overeignofsnow: I'm gonna send you a seafood sandwich in the mail
FaiLu12e: I'm gonna throw up into a bag and send it to you in the mail labeling it soup.
sovereignofsnow: GROOSSS
FaiLu12e: hahahaha
sovereignofsnow: i'll send you some poop in the mail and label MY POOP BETCH
FaiLu12e: yeah at least I won't accidently EAT IT

I find it funny that the distress I've been experiencing as of late has lead to me listening to the backstreet boys whenever possible. It reminds me of 6th grade when life was much simpler.

Sometimes when you think you've gotten over with something, something reminds you of it, and it comes back stronger than ever.

I'm going to the counsular tomorrow instead of going to Russian.