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[bliumchik]

Left the house for Russian school an hour early yesterday, by accident of course - I only realised when I got to bondi junction. So then I'm like, fuckit, I'm not spending an hour hanging out at russian school, my book is way too thin for that. So wandered over to Angus and Robinson. Talked to Stan a bit and spent half an hour just standing there reading Going Postal. Good book. Must get that out of the library and finish it.

Russian school was boring - Polina didn't show and Masha E got pissed off at me for returning Nastya's bitchyness, which was probably a bit immature of me.

Around six met stan, alex and toly at the uni (after walking halfway up and down the thing in search of the right bus stop), discovered that the 370 goes to Leichardt (for reasons involving tentacles and PO boxes) and we went swimming at Mick's - he looked surprisingly ungothic with his hair no longer black and minus the trenchcoat :P although he and Toly and Sasha did insist on pretending to have gay sex in the pool, which can get tiring after a while.

I got dumped out of the spa, but failed miserably at plotting revenge - not to mention fighting for the chair. (yes - we put a plastic chair in the spa). Dammit, having three really huge guys around makes getting our way really difficult for us girls (and Stan).

Jason and Val refused to swim, so after getting splashed a bit they went up to Mick's apartment to play Halo or something on his computer. Around 8 everyone but me and alex had left the water for table tennis or squash or something, so we got out and changed, and I went down to observe Stan 0wning Liza at Table tennis. Although I shouldn't talk, since he then proceeded to attempt to teach me how to play, and i failed miserably. I mean, you're supposed to actually HIT the ball, right?

Then Mick and Sasha wanted a game, so I battled the forces of reception-deadness to my dad and find out when (whether) I was getting picked up, and he insisted that it be nine :(, whereupon I hung around the gym with stan and Toly, spent about a minute on each pointless excercise, (although i spent about five on the treadmill cos toly and stan kept PUSHING THE STOP BUTTON) and then we all headed up to Micks'.

Unfortunately my dad showed up just as the wine got brought in, so i had to go and miss what was, in Toly's words, "an evening of wine, chilling and russian music" :(

And today I had to babysit. And get sunbrunt. And good GOD my brother is heavy.

Comments

[godzemo.livejournal.com]

Wait until your brother is six or seven. -Then- you can complain about his weight :P

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

But then I won't have t carry him around everywhere.

[godzemo.livejournal.com]

I speak from experience; if you're babysitting, even at age 6 or 7, little brothers often enough need to be carried to their room or such when misbehaving. Not fun -.-"