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I really enjoyed Russian tonight. More than usual, like. Chris and I got talking to a girl who is Polish-Latvian and training to be a neurosurgeon. She was interesting to talk to, and I'm sorry we didn't start chatting to her earlier. Actually, just about all of the class are really, really nice, interesting people. Except maybe that biff that asks stupid questions all the time (Why, yes, there are stupid questions, and screw anybody who says otherwise.)

Learned some interesting things. Like we need a bloody Visa to visit Russia! I Did Not Know That -- would have been embarrassing to be turned away at check-in. Hahahaha. There was other cool stuff, like...Russians traditionally celebrate Christmas on the 7th of January, and New Year a little later -- though they observe the Gregorian New Year as well, now. Father Christmas is "Ded Moroz" to them -- Grandfather Frost. I rilly like this lesson and am on best behaviour. I'm even looking forward to the surprise!exam.

There are only two drawbacks to this class:

1. Tonight, we learned that Russian for milk? Is the same as the highly offensive Greek word that basically translates to 'wanker'.

2. I realised, through my stifled attempts to control my hysterical giggles, that only Chris and I seem to be aware of the fact. I shall either force a stop to my gut reaction to laugh, or force myself to explain why I find milk so funny. I'll aim for the former. :|



ETA: I just killed a massive mosquito and there is blood along my shelf. In November. In England. WTF, global warming, wtf?

ETA PART II: Why on earth are mosquitoes in a harsher, grey, northern climate bigger than the mosquitos in say, Greece or Spain, anyway?