This Summer!

This might be my first blog, that will actually sound like every day life. I was extremely excited to see the new blogger design options the last time I logged on. It took me forever and I still couldn't decide on something I liked. Obviously I had just woken up and was still in bed while doing this, so eventually I had to get up and go and settle on something that seemed like it wouldn't at least ruin my blog. But the next time I got on there, oh god, it was perfect, it is perfect. It's green and beautiful, and has so much happiness in it. I wish I was one of those people who didn't care about the interface, but I do, I love it when internet looks nice and cheerful.

Well anyways, so now that I actually updated the design, I guess I should also update the blog. I'm not going to write about everything that is going on in my life, because that would just be one big mess. But I do want to say that I am happy because there are things in my life that are so beautiful, that I know that I cannot be sad while they are there.

I am also going to Italy soon, very soon. And I haven't been excited yet, but today there was something that made me think, "Hm, I guess I am excited." Don't remember what it was though. Well let's see. I might be living in Piazza Navona, a few minutes away from the Pantheon. New sights, new people, new thoughts, new things to add to my life. My goal and decision is to spend every second doing something. As much as I saw in Spain, there were so many days and weekends when I could have done something else. So now, when I am only in Rome for a month, I am planning to travel and visit as many places as possible.

And after Rome, I will be on the road for about 2 weeks. The most recent idea is to make to Paris, by bus, a few days in a city here and there. I am excited about seeing France, as well as just more Northern Europe in general. And then I will go back home to Russia, and spend the remaining time of summer break with my closest friends, and all the other wonderful things that make up homeland. So there's my summer plan.

And also, Happy Father's Day, to all the amazing men and father's in the world!

On Friendship

You know, friendship is not so different from love.  You don't know just make friends out of nobody.  You meet friends, and you like them, right off the bat.  And then you spend more time with them, get to know them, talk to them, and begin to need them in your life.  The most important people in my life, there was just a spark as soon as we met, that turned into friendship.  My closest friends and I, tend to call each other sisters.  Partly because we in some ways grew up together, and partly because we will always have each other in our lives.  But it's strange that I don't have any siblings, and they do, and I think for me it is even more important to save them as friends.

***

All I really want to do
is get you babe and hold
you tight
Never let you go
I promise you
To close my eyes and wait a while
And still find you there
Caring about me instead of
just wasting my time
I gave you my heary, ooh baby
Was that not enough?
There's a space in my heart
Waiting for you, yes there is
When you've found where you're going
I'll be there too, yes I will
I guess I never told you that I love you
But each moment was wrong
And I would die
If I never get the chance to
show you how strong
I gave you my heart, yes I did babe
Was that not enough for you baby?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQBHVTXiT2s

Photo Report

It's always interesting to look at traveling pictures of people who have gone to the same places as you.  People have very different views of the same places.  And when you compare their pictures to your own, even if you followed the same typical tourist route, you find many differences.  When you know the person, you can often directly connect their pictures to their personality.  Sometimes you take the same picture of the same famous monument, but have different angles, which completely change the feel.  What is most interesting though, is that your pictures reflect your view of the city, and your knowledge of the city.  When someone takes different pictures, you look at them, and don't recongnize the city, even if you recognize every corner.  But you still feel that your pictures are more accurate, because that is how you saw the city...

Коты Петербурга

Cats of Saint Petersburg

sleepless night

It's three am and I can't sleep.  My alarm in set to eight twenty; class at nine thirty.  But not sleeping at all doesn't seem bad at all, seems kind of adventurous.  What is worse, and what will probably happen, is that I will fall asleep my about four thirty, and be very sleepy when that alarm rings.

These nights are a species of their own.  It's all dark.  I never turn on the light, unless I really decide to read.  But it's just the computer screen.  Cat rolled up by my side on the bed.  Charming cold breeze climbing in through the window above the pillow.  The ticking of the clock, as the night goes by.  Strange, I can't think of the clock ticking, without thinking of life passing by.

It would be comfortable, this night, had I only been more alone.  I am thirsty, but my water bottle is empty, and I will wake someone up if I go to fill it up.  I could go out for a cigarette, but again.  I could smoke on the roof if the cigarettes were not downstairs.  What else; eat?  But eating is to keen on reality for a mysterios night like this.

Why is it that I am not sleeping.  I am tired of facebook, nothing happens there anyways.  I can't find any adventures online.  Before trying to sleep I had a conversation.  Strange, half good and half bad.  But I don't think it has anything to do with the not sleeping.  Such a tiring day, maybe when you get too tired you can't sleep.

I would rather not be here right now.  Somewhere else.  Although I would like this night.  Wherever I go and who ever I see I would like this night to come with me.  With the breeze and the dark, and maybe the cat, but not the ticking.  No, not the ticking.  The breeze and the dark and the cat, but not the ticking.

bebe

me fui pa echarte de menos
me fui pa volver de nuevo
me fui pa estar sola
me fui...

One of those Thinking days

Today was one of those thinking days; when you just can't stop thinking about, or maybe even analyzing, everything and anything.  But one of the things that came to mind was directly related to classes.

I have two majors - Spanish, and history of art.  I noticed today that I have an completely different attitude towards the two subjects.  And let me generalize Spanish to languages in general.  When I learn languages, I enjoy the process of learning, grasping, and understanding it like no other.  I learn a word and I want to repeat it a million times.  I hear a word, and I love the anticipation of looking through a dictionary, about to find out the meaning.  I am fascinated by every new tense.  And even though, the ultimate goal is fluency, knowing a fourth of a language or half a language is no less exciting.

With art history it is different.  Art history is a subject that I want to know as a whole, with all its intricacies and implications.  I want to look at a painting and be able to tell all of its influences, imitations, purposes, ETC.  With every new artist, I want to compare it to all related artists.  There is always a discussion going back and forth between artists, and I want to be able to enter the conversation at any point.  Maybe that's just a characteristic of studying any history; you cannot understand all of it untill you know all of it...

love

Spring! - love is in the air...

I don't think love is ever the same twice.  I believe I felt love once, and I keep waiting for that same feeling to come back.  But I guess it never will.  With a different person there will be a different love.  But I believe in love!

hoy estoy...

feliz. simple. no se si es por la peli que acabo de ver. no se si por pasqua. no se si por chicos amigos y domingos. pero feliz. y punto.

y otra cosa:

-como te llamas?
-...depende

man's world

. this is a man's world . but it wouldn't be nothing . nothing . without a woman . or a girl .