Don't Blame Me for Being Me
Chapter 8 No more word about you, my boyfriend. I
Chapter 8
No more word about you, my boyfriend. I’m at home.
I’m at home and have no time to rest. I have to visit my dentist, my hairdresser, my relatives, my friends and many others. I need to solve some problems in an American Embassy here. That’s why I had to come to Minsk for a couple of times. After a week of such hurry Dasha and me have calm evenings with our own families and wild nights with our friends who are here now. It’s real happiness to have a rest not speaking English. I haven’t seen my homeland (let it be sounded patriotic) for two years! It’s awful.
Wanna know something about me? Well, I was born in Belarus, in a small Belarusian town. Then my family and me, of course, have lived in a small Belarusian village till my twelve. Then we moved back in the town. By the way, its name is translated into English like “Hills”. I graduated school, my little brother was 11. My mom has had a job of professor in a local university. I entried there and had time to finish one year when we had to move to London. ‘Cause my mom was invited to have lectures and some practice in London Finance College in terms of exchange program. And we decided to move there by the whole family. I entried some economic college, my brother went to some good local school. My dad has a profession of engineer and he found a job at some factory but far from city a little.
Then I graduated and won a scholarship into California University of Los Angeles. I moved there and my family returned to Belarus after some time. After two years of la vida extranjera (life aboard).
My life in London was interesting and linked with football much. I started working in Arsenal Football Club service staff and met my then boyfriend there. Due to my love to football I got some friends, people I desired to have as my friends from my 14, from age when I’d discovered this magic world of football xD. Well, somehow I paled up with soccer of Arsenal FC Francesc Fabregas. It was accidentally, but it was the best event in my life then xD. Before this, watching Cesc on TV screen playing, I always desired him (yeah, I wanted him as a boy, as a man). And as it was found out later, meeting me Cesc had plans to charm me up and steal me from my then boyfriend. But when we met and got to know each other better we both realized that we’re not lovers, we just are great friends. We had spent much time together and we still are good friends. Cesc introduced me to some of his friends – mostly football players, but there’re usual guys too (I mean, which have usual jobs xD). We still keep in touch via internet. Also due to one accident (so I can barely use “due to”) I got along with a company of football fans, fans of Arsenal. They pitied the most that I left London. I have to say I’ve learned the second foreign language. I’ve learned Spanish and had a good practice with Cesc. Thanks for his patience xD.
So what do I like? Of course, football (or soccer, as American call it). I like playing PC games. It’s my relaxation. It’s very nervous relaxation ‘cause I like to win everywhere. But it’s not always happened. And then everybody and everything suffer from my virtual losses. In general I’m calm person and can bear many things. I cry very seldom, I don’t like to squeal… I’m calm. But I have some level of bearing or patience and when this level is reached I burn. I crash things around, I throw clothes, books. Everything I have next to my hands xD. And I do it with no sound from my side. It’s weird? xD
What’s else? I like companies and friends, parties and drinks. I like cold vodka.
I like to take photos of my friends and do something to make them feel better. But they all agree in one thing about me – they’re about to kill me when I call them seldom. And I really call them seldom xD.
So I like many things and you’ll know about them later.
What’s about Dasha and her family? Her mother’s accountant. Her father’s colonel and works in prison as a warden. Main warden. Her grandpa is general of Russian Navy. Dasha’s granny was a movie star and now she cooks very tasty pasties (I swear) and not only them.
All Dasha’s childhood she dreamed to be a boy and to study in naval Academy. But now she has education of ecologist. While I was in Great Britain, she earned additionally as a top model working in Minsk School of Beauty and also studied such difficult science as skill of striptease in some dance school with an aim to perform it to her beloved man someday xD.
She likes daggers, knifes and other such weapon. I remember that when we were little she liked to show me a real naval dagger of her grandpa. It impressed me, yeah.
Some words about our childhood.
We’d met in an early childhood, when we were one year ago.
When we were eight we liked playing with dolls, of course. So Dasha had a toyman called Ken. And one day we left it under lamp by chance xD. So Ken got a bald spot! Dasha’s granny had to spread it by dye for eyebrows xD.
When we were ten we imagined ourselves as detectives. There was an abandoned building near our houses. And we liked to loaf about it and to find old unnecessary for others (but not for us) stuffs. Such as a condom, a kettle which didn’t work and badge with Napoleon. It was rumored that some boy was lost there. We couldn’t let it pass by us and we were investigating that case for a year.
And when I was 15 and Dasha was about 15, we began to stick with Green Day! Punk times came to the power xD. Just we have liked punk and rock music and some details of punk style listening to not only one GD now.
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After a week in our “Hills” and celebrating there Christmas and New Year Dasha and me went to my village where i lived for twelve years.
Some words about the village.
Don’t think it’s an out-of-the-way spot hidden in forests. No, it’s not so. It’s nice place. Especially now. It has about two hundreds houses where nice and pleasant people live. I like to be here in winter. I like snowy roads, my snowy yard. I like to lie about snowdrifts. I like night snowfalls and frozen figures at windows. And so impossible blue sky.
So we went here and decided to have a great rest. My dad was here. We asked him to bring New Year’s Tree to us. He did it and then went to the town for some days. Dasha and me decorated the tree, made some food, ate a little and decided to walk over the village. I aimed to meet old acquaintances, Dasha aimed to meet a new ones xD.
The rest of the day we spent at my friend’s house. His name’s Roman (shortly Roma). He studies in Minsk and is going to be an investigator or detective in police. So he’s my ex-classmate and a great friend. But he calls seldom.
So I was playing “Postal 2” at his computer, Dasha was showed old videos where Roma and me are little. Other our classmates and we are funny there. To the end of evening, we sat down to a table in kitchen and drank a little talking about everything. Dasha and me decided to pass the night at Roma (with his permission xD).
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So when we turned off the light and lay on a couch we both said “I sleep on a new spot. Come into my dream, my future love”. I’ll explain. It’s such a custom, may be. When you sleep somewhere you’ve never slept you can say this and may be you’ll see your future love or husband in your own dream. Beautiful?
After saying that Dasha told me “I’ll laugh hard if it’s Ross”.
I giggled and tried to fall asleep.
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In the morning we woke up early as usual and asked each other about our dreams.
“What you saw?” I asked her.
“You won’t believe”, she said ironically. “Junk as usual”.
“Me too. As if my parents invited Green Day to the village and GD lived there, in parents’ bedroom for some time. But they even didn’t play to me. Anyway I was glad. But I was more surprised than I was glad or something. And I saw Billie Joe”.
“It’s cool. I saw Pete Wentz. He was taking part in some quizshow on tv. His mission was to save a girl who led that show. He saved her from a broken lift, he opened numerous doors and broke many locks. So he was successful, very successful. That woman was glad of his victory. It was a trial, a show. And I was only one who watched that”.
“Dear myself, we couldn’t dream anything smarter. Well, I wanna eat”, I got up and dressed. Dasha did the same. We put pillows, blankets and sheets together and walked into the kitchen.
“I’m so glad I didn’t see Ryan in the dream”, Dasha said eating yoghurt.
“but you saw Pete Wentz for a fifth hundred of times. In pair with Eminem.” I giggled.
“what can I do?” she whined.
“Nothing”, I laughed.” It’s contagious. I’m about Wentz. I see him in my dreams often too”.
“I see not only him. I have many different people in my dreams”.
“ok, ok. Calm down.”
I cooked fried eggs and warmed yesterday potatoes for Roma and me. He walked to us not being awoken completely. We ate together and were talking. Then we heard someone’s mobile was ringing. The song was “Still Will” of 50 Cent and Akon. It was from Dasha’s mobile.
“It’s mine?” she asked.
“It’s your loving and lovely boyfriend. Why do you always forget?” I said jokingly. “if we hear 50 cent, Manson, Eminem, Fall Out Boy or Paris Hilton, we can be sure it’s from your mobile”, I smiled.
Dasha giggled, got up and went to the living room seeking her mobile. It was really Ryan and I thought of my boyfriend. How’s he?..
No more word about you, my boyfriend. I’m at home.
I’m at home and have no time to rest. I have to visit my dentist, my hairdresser, my relatives, my friends and many others. I need to solve some problems in an American Embassy here. That’s why I had to come to Minsk for a couple of times. After a week of such hurry Dasha and me have calm evenings with our own families and wild nights with our friends who are here now. It’s real happiness to have a rest not speaking English. I haven’t seen my homeland (let it be sounded patriotic) for two years! It’s awful.
Wanna know something about me? Well, I was born in Belarus, in a small Belarusian town. Then my family and me, of course, have lived in a small Belarusian village till my twelve. Then we moved back in the town. By the way, its name is translated into English like “Hills”. I graduated school, my little brother was 11. My mom has had a job of professor in a local university. I entried there and had time to finish one year when we had to move to London. ‘Cause my mom was invited to have lectures and some practice in London Finance College in terms of exchange program. And we decided to move there by the whole family. I entried some economic college, my brother went to some good local school. My dad has a profession of engineer and he found a job at some factory but far from city a little.
Then I graduated and won a scholarship into California University of Los Angeles. I moved there and my family returned to Belarus after some time. After two years of la vida extranjera (life aboard).
My life in London was interesting and linked with football much. I started working in Arsenal Football Club service staff and met my then boyfriend there. Due to my love to football I got some friends, people I desired to have as my friends from my 14, from age when I’d discovered this magic world of football xD. Well, somehow I paled up with soccer of Arsenal FC Francesc Fabregas. It was accidentally, but it was the best event in my life then xD. Before this, watching Cesc on TV screen playing, I always desired him (yeah, I wanted him as a boy, as a man). And as it was found out later, meeting me Cesc had plans to charm me up and steal me from my then boyfriend. But when we met and got to know each other better we both realized that we’re not lovers, we just are great friends. We had spent much time together and we still are good friends. Cesc introduced me to some of his friends – mostly football players, but there’re usual guys too (I mean, which have usual jobs xD). We still keep in touch via internet. Also due to one accident (so I can barely use “due to”) I got along with a company of football fans, fans of Arsenal. They pitied the most that I left London. I have to say I’ve learned the second foreign language. I’ve learned Spanish and had a good practice with Cesc. Thanks for his patience xD.
So what do I like? Of course, football (or soccer, as American call it). I like playing PC games. It’s my relaxation. It’s very nervous relaxation ‘cause I like to win everywhere. But it’s not always happened. And then everybody and everything suffer from my virtual losses. In general I’m calm person and can bear many things. I cry very seldom, I don’t like to squeal… I’m calm. But I have some level of bearing or patience and when this level is reached I burn. I crash things around, I throw clothes, books. Everything I have next to my hands xD. And I do it with no sound from my side. It’s weird? xD
What’s else? I like companies and friends, parties and drinks. I like cold vodka.
I like to take photos of my friends and do something to make them feel better. But they all agree in one thing about me – they’re about to kill me when I call them seldom. And I really call them seldom xD.
So I like many things and you’ll know about them later.
What’s about Dasha and her family? Her mother’s accountant. Her father’s colonel and works in prison as a warden. Main warden. Her grandpa is general of Russian Navy. Dasha’s granny was a movie star and now she cooks very tasty pasties (I swear) and not only them.
All Dasha’s childhood she dreamed to be a boy and to study in naval Academy. But now she has education of ecologist. While I was in Great Britain, she earned additionally as a top model working in Minsk School of Beauty and also studied such difficult science as skill of striptease in some dance school with an aim to perform it to her beloved man someday xD.
She likes daggers, knifes and other such weapon. I remember that when we were little she liked to show me a real naval dagger of her grandpa. It impressed me, yeah.
Some words about our childhood.
We’d met in an early childhood, when we were one year ago.
When we were eight we liked playing with dolls, of course. So Dasha had a toyman called Ken. And one day we left it under lamp by chance xD. So Ken got a bald spot! Dasha’s granny had to spread it by dye for eyebrows xD.
When we were ten we imagined ourselves as detectives. There was an abandoned building near our houses. And we liked to loaf about it and to find old unnecessary for others (but not for us) stuffs. Such as a condom, a kettle which didn’t work and badge with Napoleon. It was rumored that some boy was lost there. We couldn’t let it pass by us and we were investigating that case for a year.
And when I was 15 and Dasha was about 15, we began to stick with Green Day! Punk times came to the power xD. Just we have liked punk and rock music and some details of punk style listening to not only one GD now.
**********************************************************
After a week in our “Hills” and celebrating there Christmas and New Year Dasha and me went to my village where i lived for twelve years.
Some words about the village.
Don’t think it’s an out-of-the-way spot hidden in forests. No, it’s not so. It’s nice place. Especially now. It has about two hundreds houses where nice and pleasant people live. I like to be here in winter. I like snowy roads, my snowy yard. I like to lie about snowdrifts. I like night snowfalls and frozen figures at windows. And so impossible blue sky.
So we went here and decided to have a great rest. My dad was here. We asked him to bring New Year’s Tree to us. He did it and then went to the town for some days. Dasha and me decorated the tree, made some food, ate a little and decided to walk over the village. I aimed to meet old acquaintances, Dasha aimed to meet a new ones xD.
The rest of the day we spent at my friend’s house. His name’s Roman (shortly Roma). He studies in Minsk and is going to be an investigator or detective in police. So he’s my ex-classmate and a great friend. But he calls seldom.
So I was playing “Postal 2” at his computer, Dasha was showed old videos where Roma and me are little. Other our classmates and we are funny there. To the end of evening, we sat down to a table in kitchen and drank a little talking about everything. Dasha and me decided to pass the night at Roma (with his permission xD).
****************************
So when we turned off the light and lay on a couch we both said “I sleep on a new spot. Come into my dream, my future love”. I’ll explain. It’s such a custom, may be. When you sleep somewhere you’ve never slept you can say this and may be you’ll see your future love or husband in your own dream. Beautiful?
After saying that Dasha told me “I’ll laugh hard if it’s Ross”.
I giggled and tried to fall asleep.
****************************
In the morning we woke up early as usual and asked each other about our dreams.
“What you saw?” I asked her.
“You won’t believe”, she said ironically. “Junk as usual”.
“Me too. As if my parents invited Green Day to the village and GD lived there, in parents’ bedroom for some time. But they even didn’t play to me. Anyway I was glad. But I was more surprised than I was glad or something. And I saw Billie Joe”.
“It’s cool. I saw Pete Wentz. He was taking part in some quizshow on tv. His mission was to save a girl who led that show. He saved her from a broken lift, he opened numerous doors and broke many locks. So he was successful, very successful. That woman was glad of his victory. It was a trial, a show. And I was only one who watched that”.
“Dear myself, we couldn’t dream anything smarter. Well, I wanna eat”, I got up and dressed. Dasha did the same. We put pillows, blankets and sheets together and walked into the kitchen.
“I’m so glad I didn’t see Ryan in the dream”, Dasha said eating yoghurt.
“but you saw Pete Wentz for a fifth hundred of times. In pair with Eminem.” I giggled.
“what can I do?” she whined.
“Nothing”, I laughed.” It’s contagious. I’m about Wentz. I see him in my dreams often too”.
“I see not only him. I have many different people in my dreams”.
“ok, ok. Calm down.”
I cooked fried eggs and warmed yesterday potatoes for Roma and me. He walked to us not being awoken completely. We ate together and were talking. Then we heard someone’s mobile was ringing. The song was “Still Will” of 50 Cent and Akon. It was from Dasha’s mobile.
“It’s mine?” she asked.
“It’s your loving and lovely boyfriend. Why do you always forget?” I said jokingly. “if we hear 50 cent, Manson, Eminem, Fall Out Boy or Paris Hilton, we can be sure it’s from your mobile”, I smiled.
Dasha giggled, got up and went to the living room seeking her mobile. It was really Ryan and I thought of my boyfriend. How’s he?..