*popcorn, confetti, cheering chibi cheerleading nyan-nyans, small furry animals, trees*

i'm back!

Russia's pretty, especially Leningrad - aka St Petersburg if you're counterrevolutionary scum. You should go there sometime. CDs cost $2 (count 'em) each.

heh! heh! hehhehheh!

erm, must go make obesiance to great god of nicotine addiction... write more soon. promise.

miss me?

why you should never set me loose in exceedingly cheap cd shops

radiohead - kid a
daft punk - discovery
linkin park - hybrid theory
pj harvey - stories from the city, stories from the sea
amon tobin - balcalogo
*nsync - no strings attached
U2 - the best of 1980-1990 & the b-sides
the cure - bloodflowers
muse - origin of symmetry
guru's jazzmatazz - streetsoul
destiny's child - survivor
ricky martin - sound loaded
'duran duran hit collection 2000'
'leonard cohen hit collection 2000'
'janis joplin hit collection 2000'

There are possibly more which i haven't found yet. heh.
Several of these i would never have bought were it not for the price tag. Linkin Park i would not have touched with a bargepole, destiny's child i would have got a mate to copy, kid a i would have stolen my brothers as per fucken usual, ricky martin just never, *nsync i would be way too embarrased to even contemplate in londres, amon tobin i would never have heard of were it not for baka chris and his drum'n'bass evangelism.

I'm thinking in dollars at the moment - it'll take me ages to get bck to sterling. Still, i got nine of these cds for twenty dollars (the u2 is a double cd, hence double the price - there's russian simplicity for ya.). That's approx. sixteen, seventeen pounds. That's the cost of ONE cd. *clapclapclapclapclap*
kids? buy *all* your cds in st petersburg. NOW.
So, i'm thinking in your crazy american money (you merkins have the sexiest currency ever, you know that?) and it's doin my head in - partly because i have "money money money money get a little give a little mark a yen a buck or a pound that clinking clanking clunking sound is all that makes the world go round" in my tired little head. A can of sprite, in russia, is about twenty roubles. thirty roubles=one dollar. That's not very much. How am i supposed to survive in this hyperexpensive city i live in? holy mother of god, jesus christ and all his saints, russia has spoiled me. and it only took a week.

Scary moment - i realised how not normal slashyaoi fandom is. I mean, i *know* most kids who watch anime or tv (or listen to boy bands... growl at the evil rps indoctrination, growl...) don't immediately assume random homosexual pairings to crop up everywhere, but... jesus. We're making comments about a couple of extremely close male friends in the group, one of whom is sitting on the shoulders of the other (sitting on steps) and playing with his (attractively tactile) hair at the time. These go along the lines of "public school boys... boarding schools... rugby and fagging" (do you fag?). Harps, mind immediately switching on a thousand twt gundam fics as well as a certain llama classic, responds with "showers."
Someone says "soap", then "shampoo".
"Nah, conditioner, soap dries out the skin and shampoo might inflame..."
Everyone else sweatdrops, while i calmly, well, buttsuck. (why yes, i do fag, i fag regularly.) Plus the point where we were talking about ceeds' ultracute top - this pretty pretty anime girl with bunches and a collar and chain (chains... prrrrrr...) and little "poochi" nametag and so what if it's exploitative, i WANT her - and someone remarked how odd it was to have crushes on, like, cartoon characters. *Ahem*. Until they realised they thought brock from pokemon (i saw pokemon in russian and ran around crying "it's so shoujo! look at that sweatdrop! this must be the japanese cut!" and my roommate remembered i was mad) was kinda cute and trent from daria (i think... ain't watched it in a while) and some digimon charas and i kept wisely silent.
Guys, you think fancying anime characters is weird? i think fancying *people* is wierd, and cartoon characters are foxy as hell especially when they're jumping one anothers' bones. I can imagine the reaction to *that* one. ugh.
And then there was the moment of yet more comments wbout "gayness" (het blokes *strange* and twisted individuals repressing natural state, methinks...) where two blokes made jokes about one shafting the other in the night and him not noticing and i chipped in with "nah, mate, you're just not tight any more" and one of them DIDN'T GET IT. I mean, i know it was lameass, but *still*.

Then i sat about discussing britney spears' body with one of the guys and how she doesn't even need to flash the flesh to be sexy. And then someone decided to remind me that, yes, lynx is male deodorant and i am female. really? i musta missed it.

So, yeah, yaoi has obviously rotted my brain. You really think i woulda bought *nsync if it hadn't been for the evil lure of rps? okay, i would. But it wouldn't be quite as funny as it is now. And i can't listen to U2 in the same way ever again. Nor disney's "under the sea":
"darling it's better down where it's wetter, take it from me"
i'm squicked.