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OMFG HUMAN CONTACT THANK YOU LORD!~!!@#^%$#%*&^$% you have nooooooooooooooooooooooooononewhatsoeverahhhh idea how much i want to go home. like really woah i want america right now. i had a complete breakdown on the tennis courts when my trainer started screaming at me. i know. but i just, i really wanna go home. so anywya, my nervous breakdown, yes? ok so she was screaming and i just ugh. i just couldnt handle it and screamed back, yeah ok so i cant do anything right! fine! deal! GOD i just want to go hoooooooooooooooommmmee!! and i left with my grandma. it was never spoken of again. see i used to have this really good tennis trainer, she went on vacation. so now i have one that is always on the phone and doesnt help me collect the tennis balls after a drill. the other is a 6'4" drill sargeant. yeah..ok so how can i describe a day here? well lets see. i used to keep this journal sorta thing but then i got lazy and stopped writing..yeah...ok so today i woke up at 730. went to tennis (no breakdowns today! -__-) then i went shopping. i spent 130 dollars on a shirt from lacoste. then went to lunch with father and his friend (his friend's first words to me where "you are aware that your president cant talk, right?" i felt happy. then i went to fathers apartment because my grandma was waiting there for me for a while and for some reason didnt call my cell phone..i have a cell phone here that i share with my grandma. then i watched some vh1, other music programs, and nickelodeon..the only things here in english, and then went to tennis again. now, because this is me..i met this guy ALERT ALERT: THE FOLLOWING IS EXPLAINING POLLY'S MEETING OF A GUY THAT SHE DID NOT 1-HIT ON 2-FUCK 3-STARE AT FOR OVER THREE...OK FIVE MINUTES!! alert the media. he plays tennis when i do and is wicked good. he is completely jacked...though sorta short and he's three days younger than i am. and he likes me! of all things..im here for like..three weeks and he likes me. he told the guy that cleans the courts..well their convo went like this cleaner dude: sooo do you like her? him: huh..well...uh..yeah i guess i do... *some stuff the cleaner dude left out* cleaner dude: shes american. speaks english and all. him: no way. --to me-- you're an american me: *blinks* well..yeah....? him: whatever, she speaks russian better than you --to cleaner dude-- cleaner dude tells me this. cleaner dude is cool. hes a really good tennis player, been playing for 10 years..you do the math of when he started...and his dad trains/yells at him every day for something like 4 or 6 hours. a. day. duuude. so..sidetrack gone..then i changed and my lazy talk on phone trainer was talking to him (i believe i failed to mention before, but his name is tony) and he just like kept staring at me..shirtless...he was the one shirtless. not me. *shudders* anyway then i left and we picked up father, picked up some picutres form our summer house with driver and bought a 500 dollar digital camera with father. you can see how money works here. i have an emergency 100 bucks constantly with me for you know like..shoes and stuff. the important things in life. then we went into this bakery and father saw someone he knew and that someone was some big shoot lawyer who turned to the ladies behind the pastery counter and said 15 pastries for these two..*looks at me* actually just give them one of each :D just put it on my tab. the usual me would have gone duudde but now im just used to it. stopped in a store. bought more candy. and then went to my sisters house. and *THANK YOU GOD* there was a computer. but you cant have everything so i cant seem to get on aim. oh well. home in two days. i leave saturday morning at 7. that means waking up at 3 am..woohoo. ohh yeah. wanna know what i got for my birthday from father? its the thing thats been keeping my from shooting myself in this God damned country. A FENDER. a FUCKING FENDER GUITAR. its silver and beautiful. it makes my soul wiggle. i have no idea how im going to get it out of the country cause its sorta big and i dont want to give it up in baggage claim cause they might hurt my baby. it is my child. parents dont love their children as much as i love that guitar. it is nameless so far. but see now we can start a band. !!! that would be so cool. we would be so hot. lets see what else..oh i bought the knew nike shox..in bright blue. thats pretty sweet...and clothes. mucho clothes..and a coach bag. a big one..thats cool too..and hmm what else. alaska stuff (uthayy!!!) im excited for alaska. and now all thats left is to buy converses and im gooooooooooone. grandma and i arrived with two little suitcases. we leave with four huge ones. i have a duffel bag that i can fit inside of. i tried..i was planning on ship[ping myself out of ukraine but my grandma said id have to pee too much. totally ruined my plan. the duffel is almost full and i still have more stuff to pack. father bought an afgan for the summer house. as in the dog. my aunt named it kabul. as in the capital of afghanistan..i know...i..i know...hes staying with my aunt's family now. ok i think thats about it. oh yeah. i went fishing. i know. me. and caught 4 fish. but two jumped off the hook while i was pulling them out so only two made it onto dry land. i refused to touch them. or eat them, for that matter. ew..fish...i got all of you something and now please please please comment. GO COMMENT. i need normal human contact. tell every none lj-ing i said hi or something..only like..32 hours and 43 minutes until i leave. score. now comment. why cant i see your enteries past the ones on the friends page and 2 before that?