my life is so weird!!!
So I was in the newspaper! In Kiev! We just got the clipping from my grandpa along with a card from my great-aunt about it. HOW RANDOM.
I came home exhausted and within seconds I was-- no joke- rolling on the floor with tears streaming out of my eyes and my back leg flailing.
So...two days before I left Kiev I was standing around "the meeting spot" where I usually met up with Mr. X but on this occasion was waiting for a going-away lunch with my friend Misha, and this guy went up to me and asked if he could ask me a quick question. I said sure, if it's quick, and it turned out to be political and as soon as I opened my mouth he whipped out his tape recorder and I finally saw the giant camera dangling from his neck. And honestly I meant to stop talking, but in trying to explain myself I just went on and on. And then Misha appeared and before I could catch the interviewer's name he caught mine and my profession and I was like, "Oh God, I'm gonna be in one of those tabloids that poll people from the street!!!" (ala The Onion or what have you)
And then the entire next day I kept trying to remember what it was I had said and how my grandpa was going to kill me if he ever saw it 'cuz I think I was bashing on the Pres and he was a big supporter...
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
OK, I feel better. I mean, not that I felt bad before. Did I mention I have great eyebrows in the pic?
I came home exhausted and within seconds I was-- no joke- rolling on the floor with tears streaming out of my eyes and my back leg flailing.
So...two days before I left Kiev I was standing around "the meeting spot" where I usually met up with Mr. X but on this occasion was waiting for a going-away lunch with my friend Misha, and this guy went up to me and asked if he could ask me a quick question. I said sure, if it's quick, and it turned out to be political and as soon as I opened my mouth he whipped out his tape recorder and I finally saw the giant camera dangling from his neck. And honestly I meant to stop talking, but in trying to explain myself I just went on and on. And then Misha appeared and before I could catch the interviewer's name he caught mine and my profession and I was like, "Oh God, I'm gonna be in one of those tabloids that poll people from the street!!!" (ala The Onion or what have you)
And then the entire next day I kept trying to remember what it was I had said and how my grandpa was going to kill me if he ever saw it 'cuz I think I was bashing on the Pres and he was a big supporter...
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
OK, I feel better. I mean, not that I felt bad before. Did I mention I have great eyebrows in the pic?