Not much to add about Russia or me today. I spent all day in the house, reading books and listening to music. Picked up the Illiad today. I’ve wanted to read it for a while now. Originally I was listening to it on audiotape (last summer?) but lost some tapes and didn’t listen for a while and forgot where I was. I loved Troy, I don’t care what you say, and Brad Pitt was a cool Achilles (who I am like, obsessed with). Dad wanted someone more “manly” and less “pretty”, like Arnold Swartzenegger. Or however you spell that. I ridicule that idea. Brad Pitt is manly, I don’t care how jealous various “alt” guys are and digusted by his man-candy status. What a dumb thing to critisize. Fight Club was awesome. Troy was awesome. Hell, even Ocean’s Eleven was pretty awesome.

This is not very much about Russia.

I don’t really know how to amuse myself. This is also true at home, of course, but there at least I can hobble around by playing video games, hanging out with my friends, or even, God-forbid, when I’m really desperate, doing my homework. It’s dawning on me how long it’ll be before I get more history. History classes here (currently in two) don’t count for several reasons. Here they are, in decreasing order of weight: 1-They’re in Russian, and it’s hard for me to do anything complex; 2-I still doubt that Russian historiography is where I like my historiography to be. I’m willing to be proven wrong, but don’t expect to be. I guess that’s just two, not several. But the descending order part was spot on!

I don’t mean to rip on Russia. No one should read these entries as critical of Russia or my experience in general. I’m just bored and minorly at a loss over how to occupy myself.