Unrelated note--I'm still figuring out how to add features to this webpage. This is all quite new to me. I did figure out how to add a box where you can submit your email address to receive updates. It's generated through google; I don't receive the email address or anything like that. Don't worry about me spamming or phishing or doing whatever to you. I'm not tech savvy enough to do that.
Does everyone remember the first time they got called an asshole? To your face I mean. I do. It was the summer of 1994. I was studying the Russian while in Moscow, Russia. I joined the language program at the end of June; most of the other students had already been in Russia for a month in St. Petersburg. I opted out of that part of the program since I only wanted to study in Moscow-- that's where my friends were as well as my Russian fiance. We were planning a September wedding. I only had a couple of weeks in June to get everything ready for the wedding because as soon as I returned to the U.S. at the end of August, I had to return to graduate school (in a different state) and get ready to teach Russian. My dear friend David came to visit me to help me pick out flowers and make other wedding related decisions. He was a florist at the time and he has good taste. He also has my same sense of humor. One time while we were out running wedding-related errands every station on the radio was playing a song by Rod Stewart. It was really odd. David mused out loud, "Maybe he's dead?". For some reason that struck us as really funny. We are bad people, I know. This small moment of humor lodged itself in my brain. When I joined up with the students in Moscow at the end of June, they had been cut off from the world for a month. This was 1994 and the only way you could get news (if you weren't fluent in Russian) was if you made the effort to pick up the English language newspaper, "The Moscow Times". I think it was published weekly. People were dying to know about current affairs. I remember being in big group of people and being queried about the O.J. Simpson car chase. Then I told a lie. I don't know what made me do this; maybe because I had a large captive audience who would believe anything I told them. I told the group that Rod Stewart was dead. He'd been killed in a car accident. The reaction that people had was amazing. Some people just lost their shit upon hearing of Rod's untimely passing. I never knew he was so beloved by so many people. After a few days, the truth came out and for some reason some people didn't find my prank humorous. One of the girls was really angry and she called me an asshole to my face. I'm sure I'd been called an asshole many times up to that point (and have been many times since then) but it was the first time it was said to me in person, in anger. I don't blame her though. What's funny is that this was around the same time that Lisa Marie Presley and Michael Jackson got married. When I reported that bit of news to the other students, no one believed me. I had become the girl who cried wolf.
Unrelated note--I'm still figuring out how to add features to this webpage. This is all quite new to me. I did figure out how to add a box where you can submit your email address to receive updates. It's generated through google; I don't receive the email address or anything like that. Don't worry about me spamming or phishing or doing whatever to you. I'm not tech savvy enough to do that.
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Gina
9/5/2014 09:17:18 am
I love you too goober!
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Melissa
9/5/2014 05:44:22 pm
What an asshole.
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Gina
9/6/2014 01:29:20 am
I know, right? Hopefully I have other redeeming qualities that help balance out my other character flaws.
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