and so the night continues....
i made my mo make be a sandwich with russian bread, strawberry jam, and amish yogurt chease. and i made myself shipovnik tea, just like my grandma used to make for me when i was little on white lake. all this talk with all these people about old times has me in one of those reminising moods. and i'm listenin to "lounge music from around the world" on the russian radio. if only i didnt have to wake up for school tommora.
non the less, i still love nights like this where i dont have to go anywhere, dont have to do anything, and can just sit and be myself.
and the wierd thing is, i know that in a year i will be remembering this night, when i sat and remembered all the old nights. c'est la vie. i love it.
non the less, i still love nights like this where i dont have to go anywhere, dont have to do anything, and can just sit and be myself.
and the wierd thing is, i know that in a year i will be remembering this night, when i sat and remembered all the old nights. c'est la vie. i love it.