The Rage Goes On...

Thursday night, my favorite time to fade. November 18, day 18 of horrible, ugly weather. Today was exceptionally offensive thanks to some highly powerful winds which made using an umbrella absolutely futile.

I've decided however, that there is no point in allowing myself to be depressed any longer. I always go through a sort of "looser slump" this time of the year, but I think I am starting to see the silver lining and it's about time. I mean, how long can I walk around singing "Peachtree Street" without feeling peachy? :) . I had a very small moment of clairity Wednesday after my Polish class when I passed 3 soldiers marching back to the President's Palace after their post at the "Tomb of the Unknown Soldier" and one made eye contact with me and smiled. Those guys NEVER smile, so I felt pretty special. Sortly there after on my way to the train station I passed two young people kissing, and unlike other disgusting acts of PDA I usually see and am totally grossed out by, this was really beautiful. I don't want to go into detail, but I thought to myself how some girls wait their whole lives to be kissed like that. I don't know why, but it made me smile and it has stayed with me.

I have also come to the conclusion that I go to school with a lot of really hot guys. A few of the Germans in my Polish class are quite exceptable as well as some of my classmates at the Academy, particularly the ones in "Styl i Gest". I know I always write about dance class, but every thing we do there totally blows my mind. Today we didn't work on the "erotic cat" routine, but we are working a new set of steps to the tenor solo from the final scene of Szymanowski's ballet "Harnaskie". The content of the music is so deep that one girl was really crying when we were acting it out. I wasn't so emotional because I got to dance with both Pawel and Maciej and it is hard to be serious looking into eyes like that. Whew. Yeah. Breath. Okay. I'm better. LOL.

At all times of the evening my neighbors can hear a high pitched "Ah!" coming from my room whenever MAK is getting ready to sink his teeth into my important electrical chords. He has already succeeded in chewing through my mobile phone adapter, wires to a set of speakers, as well as a hunk out of my dongle and a chunk out of my surge protector. Ania says however that there is a definite change in his countance the longer that he is with me. She thinks he looks down right merry.

Plans for the weekend include a whole lot of nothing much. Two hour choir rehearsal Friday night, church and lunch at Ciocia Ula's in Warsaw on Sabbath and then...??? I'm trying to read Hamlet since I didn't in high school and I need to know what's going on in Acting Class. I also have about 5 hours of Italian homework to catch up on before my teacher returns from Italy next week, as well as some private lessons on Sunday, oh, and I am going to finish crochetting Kris's scarf this weekend. Then he can stop blamming his cold neck on me!