Thirteenth Post / Costume Week

Halloween is not much celebrated in Russia. Is foreign idea, brought to Russia in nineties. Many in Moscow try to ban Halloween, and I am understanding why; Russia is cold, with many ghosts and demons all the time. Halloween is invitation to evil, but Russia is having enough already, so why ask more?

Now I am in America, I am understanding Halloween more. Is not day of evil; is day of parties and costumes. Still, Russia is not needing Halloween; in Russia, every day is Halloween without costumes. Why must we dress for drinking?

I am finding, more and more, American concept "fun". Suitemate Chaz says doing for "fun" is also doing for "hell of it". I am trying to do things for hell of them, so I will be dressing this year.


Be meeting Cosmonaut Vladimir. Good to meet you.

-Vlad

Twelfth Post / "What? No Theme" Week

I am reading what my suitemates write of the lockout. Is funny, da?

I tell you what happened.

Alarm goes, outside, inside, door is locked, Chaz goes... then I am remembering where my keys are; in lost pants, left behind some morning. For me, "walk of shame" is not shameful; much pride taken when I walk in boxer shorts.

Suitemate Als are saying to me "Go! Get pants!" and I am saying "No, is too dangerous."
They are not knowing the perils of women; Hell is furry woman scorned, da? (I am not knowing why she must be furry, but I am not knowing many American idioms)

So I go in search. Katy's room, I am knocking and she is answering and she is angry. I tell her to give me pants, and she is closing door but I put my foot out and push door open.

She is yelling, "You have not called. You said was not one-night stand!" I tell her no lies; we were not standing. I find pants where I left them, under couch cushion, and I leave, but keys are not there.

I am thinking, where have keys gone? Where are they hiding from me? I make calls, Sandra, Elizabeth, Cassie, Arabelle, Julie, Sarah, Rachel, Katy (I am calling by accident. She does not find funny), Dana... many have pants, but none are having keys.

So I call Denise. I have not told you about Denise--She is not understanding what to do in bed, wanting to lead and not to follow; to dominate, is word. I call Denise.

"Denise, you have pants?"
"Vlad, what do you want?"
"Denise, keys in pants? Are you having my pants?"
"Oh Vladimir, I have keys, but I will not give to you; not without price."

We meet at Suite 3100, she brings keys, we go inside. Music plays from Alfonzo's room, and so she closes door; I think nothing of this.

What Denise does is no way for man to be, but sometimes sacrifice is made for friends. To open room, I was tied to bed and made to feel like woman; never is man so without control.

When tired, she is leaving me tied to bed. I sleep, tired and beaten.

I am waking at six of morning, and I am untying self for half-hour. I dress and go to class, finding Alfonzo outside. Denise must have locked door on way out. All was for not, da?

No. I am not liking Denise, but I give thought to things she likes. I keep her rope and blindfold, and I will be using them. So much there is to be learning.

-Vlad

Eleventh Post

Today I am enjoying. Is 25 degrees, sky full of balls, sun is warm, leaves are falling. Is raining in Moscow, high of 11 degrees, low of 8 degrees. Some in Russia like the weather; I am not stupid. Russian weather is shit.

I am thinking I am too hard on Saint Louis. My Washington University is not much like Saint Louis, and I am finding this. I am leaving, more, and going elsewhere. I go to bar, or to nightclub; I meet nice girls. They think a Russian is cute; they are not minding my English. I am not always feeling so stupid, da? Is more to communicate than to speak, I am thinking.

-Vlad

Tenth Post / Video Game Week

Drinking suitemate Chaz, what we are saying in Russia is "Why drink water if vodka makes warm?"

Da. So, games week. I am not so much playing the games when I was child. American childs play too many games, and are not able to think.

There is Russian game you may have heard of. Game is not very fun, but neither is life, da? Is game that needs think. Is Tetris.



American games have round things and shiny things and things of many colors move while you are dancing or pressing X. Tetris is not American game. Tetris has no round things; old Tetris was not having colors.

I find movie with Tetris block made of boxes, and I show it to you, da?


You are clicking picture, da?

-Vlad

Ninth Post / Home And Away Week

Of the things I am missing, and of the things I am liking, I cannot say much. I am not like suitemates Chaz, Alan and Alfonzo; they are coming from other parts of America, so changes are small. I am coming from other side of ocean. What is same between Russia and America? Only that I have lived in both.

What I am missing most about my home is my home, is place that I come from, is place that I know. At home, I am knowing how to talk, how to act, how to eat, how to find women. Here, I am always hearing that I have done wrong.

I miss everything most. Land of my mother and father, land that I know.


About St. Louis? I am liking that women who sell for sex are picked up by police; is too cold for small clothings. I hope they are taken somewhere warm.

-Vlad