it's odd living in a house with parents again. especially when the aren't my parents.

culture shock isn't everything its cracked up to be. its just being depressed in a different country. and it's not directed at your fat thighs or pathetic social skills. no, even that's not true, its still directed at your fat thighs and pathetic social skills, its just now also directed at the strange food and language which are compounding the existing situation.

okay, that aside.

i love the way russians make tea. i'm going to get myself a little chainik before i come home, and some very small spoons.

i love the amalgam of bad taste that is pop music here.

i love that everybody smokes all the time so that i don't have to.

okay, it's a small list, but its a start.