Rima the Beloved

Ah, Rima, it had been so long since we last saw each other.

I was trying to surprise my teacher by sneaking into the building the Russian language classes are usually held, but she saw me outside of Olives. And we hugged and kissed and hugged some more, making it quite possibly awkward for the Mexican chick she was having lunch with. WHOOPS.

Anyways, ran, did abs, went to DIVING CLASS (goddamn I love that class!), lanched (clearly the past participle of lunch), and had tea with Rima oooh until FOUR PM. Came back so tired, that I passed out.

Ugh, see, this is why I love RUSSIAN language professors so much! I sent a kind, thoughtful letter in keigo (honorific speech) to my Japanese professor and asking how great it would be to practice with her once more for a speech contest, and all she replied was "I don't know the deets, check the following link:"

Uh, YEAH, I missed you too, JACKASS.

And what with all these damn articles in Japanese, I'm starting to think "Ugh, maybe I should've stuck with Russian..."