Worst moment(s) of the week:
- The tub got completely clogged. As in, someone took a shower and the water remained in the tub for two days before Michael and I bailed it out. As in, if you turned on the water in the sink, it backed up directly into the tub. As in, Michael and I spent two hours plunging, bailing, plunging, bailing, and plunging, and all that resulted was removing all manner of filth and nastiness from the pipes and spattering it all over our persons.
- I really wanted spaghetti this week, but with our living situation as it is, I'll have to wait until I get home to Ellensburg to make some.
- I took my oral exam (first of two) yesterday. It was the worst thing I have ever done in my entire life. Every single thing I said was terrible. I was so embarrassed and depressed last night/this morning. I feel like all I've done since I started grad school was disappoint and mess up.
Best moment(s) of the week:
- Our one decent roommate, Brian, called campus maintenance, who arrived and promptly snaked the entire line. The tub now drains properly.
- I PASSED MY TEST!
It's only one of four tests so far, but it means that I'm making progress and learning. Or rather, learning how to study. The latter is, in my opinion, more important, but that's neither here nor there.
- I PASSED MY ORAL EXAM!
Yes, despite feeling like it was the worst thing I've ever done (I stand by that), I managed to get 86% on it. It's only worth 10% of my total grade, but still - that's DAMN GOOD! That's the best score I've gotten on any sort of "test" so far.
-- MY DANNY CALLED!
My cousin Danny studied abroad this summer. It's the first time he's ever traveled abroad (except for when hew as a child and his family lived in Holland), and his experience was life-changing. He called me today while I was waiting for Michael and we had a fantastic conversation about the different places he went, what he and his friends did, and how he felt about it. In short, he wants us to go together some time, and he's planning to possibly go again next summer. I'd like to do it for sure, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it happen. But what the hell, it's something to think about, right?
Funniest moment of the week:
- Whilst watching World's Dumbest Criminals, I learned that a man once stole a check from his girlfriend's mother, forged it, and then tried to cash it. For $360,000,000,000.00. Count the zeds.
- After describing the entertainment options on modern day cruise liners, Alsu's eyes nearly exploded out of her head as she exclaimed "Oh my GOD! It's like a tiny floating universe!"
What have I been eating lately?
Spicy asian chicken, paprika garlic bread, Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls.
What have you been eating lately?
The Russian word for blue, "голубой," is also slang for "homosexual." I don't know how offensive it is, though I suppose, as with "fag" in English, it depends on who is hearing it. My guess is that it's less offensive than fag or poof, less specific than "flaming" and is probably more akin to calling a gay man a "queen." Also, as with most words, it's not necessarily the word itself that offends, but the manner in which it is said. Regardless of your stance on political correctness, it's probably a good idea to play it safe and only use голубой when you are, in fact, describing an item that is голубой in color.
Whose style am I crushing on?
Why, it's retired Finnish race driver Mika Häkkinen!
This photo is a bit cheesy, reminds me of Kraftwerk, but I assure you, this fella's style is no joke. He always looks like a hot professor. With a sexy accent. Who can drive cars really fast around rally tracks and not crash. Mmmmmmmm.