mne ploxo, mne ploxo, mne ploxo, mne ploxo, mne ploxo....
mne prosto uzhasno ploxo..... Gospodi, pochemu mne tak ploxo? pochemu mne tak xrenovo? Oi, podozhdi, Gospodi, ya znayu. Iz za togo chto ya nechayanno prochla pismo moei xostki moemu xostu... Gde govoritsya, chto esli ya tak xochu otmechat svoe DR tut, v gorode s druz'yami, to luchshe mne ostatsya s Janine... a oni t.e. uedut katatsya na lizhax. Razumeetsya, ya ostanus', ya ne xochu vstrechat 17 God moei zhizni gde to v gorax, neponyatno gde.... mne nuzhna kompania, mnogo druzei chtob bylo... a Janine, samoe uzhasnoe, sobiraetsya na Rozhdestvo exat' k svoim roditelyam, vo Fresno. t.e. mne ne s kem ostatsya, actually. Net, nu v samom dele, ne mogu zhe ya s Natashinymi xostami zhit' 2 nedeli.... Xotya ya s nei uzhe govorila, zhalovalas, koroche, a ona skazala tipa, eto budet normalno, skorei vsego oni razreshat. No k nim priezhaet Dilya (ix former exchange student), oni veroyatno, budut xodit' kuda-nibud' vmeste.... Da u nix svoix del kucha, im tolko menya ne xvatalo...
Ex, tolko nachinayu po polnoi osoznovat', chto ya tut nikomu HAXPEH ne nuzhna...
vot, blya, a... che delat'? exat' s nimi ili ostatsya? 100 pudov - ostatsya... YA NE XOCHU EXAT' V ETI EBANNIE GORY I KATATSYA NA ETIX EBANYX LIZHAX!
ya voobshe xochu na Novyi God domoi...
ex, chert..... vot shas zhdu Maminogo zvonka... poskorei by pozvonili oni....
Kak ya soskuchilas po nim!!! Ya vooshbe uzhe s sentyabrya ne plakala, a segodnya opyat' kogda s Natkoi govorila, razrevelas'.... trruba...
da i kstati, ya v chetverg poluchila pismo ot FLEX s datami ot'ezda... samoe rannyaya - eto 26 maya..... net, eto 26... koshmar, ya dumala 15 smogu otsyuda smyt'sya nafig, a oni govoryat 26.. koroche ya reshila pisat pismo v ACCELS s pros'boi, net, trebovaniem izmenit nam datu. Ne znayu, poluchitsya ili net, no popytat'sya vse zhe stoit... Kak zhe strashno sidet' vot takoi vot bespomoshnoi...
Koroche...... vse tak slozhno i zaputano..... i eto zhizn??? ili sushestvovanie?
ni to, ni drugoe.. eto XUINYA nazivaetsya!!!
who cares about students, who came to America for studying? Yeah, I know a lot of people.... But they don't care about our feelings... Nobody cares, except our Friends and Family....