I fell yesterday, but it wasn't too hard. One of my roommates and I decided to run around in the sprinklers at a park. I went running, then sliding... and then fell pretty hard.
The fun thing about it was that we were in Oz Park and the part where I fell is called the Emerald City Gardens. I just wanna go watch the wizard of oz now.
Wow, that's a cool place to fall. Plus, falling while playing in a park with water is much cooler than falling while reaching for water. Don't you agree?
Maybe it's just because I keep wanting to put extra syllables when I pronounce the names, but Russian literature intimidates me immensely. It's one of those things where I'd rather read none of it, than read a piece of it, thus requiring that I read at least another piece if I want to have a solid opinion of Russian literature. You should always give things two shots, particularly if the first fails to impress, I think. Anyway. I should not try to leave comments at four a.m
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That's because they're crazy. They have almost three names for each person. The Patronymic (name derived from Father), Surname (name derived from Family's last name, and then they have the diminutive names, like "Bobby" is short for "Robert" or "Bob", etc. This is a common name in most Russian literature, I've noticed. Check out the nicknames for this one name! Aleksey- Alyosha, Lyosha, Lyokha. I just purchased a book yesterday on Russian basics, so I'm learning now how to read their alphabet, etc. It's crazy, but fun.
Hard Fall in Public Stories? Comin' right up!!vroomvroomvroomJuly 19 2008, 00:09:51 UTC
1. I was meeting up a friend who had been overseas for a long time, I had told him I would give him the fiercest hug upon seeing him. A bunch of us agreed to meet at a cafe situated on one side of a busy intersection. I saw him walking toward me diagonally across the intersection pedestrian crossing, I run over and literally leap into his arms and wrap myself around him. Trouble is he didn't see it coming, and let go out of shock. Cue me landing straight on my arse then falling on my back, in the MIDDLE of this intersection FULL of cars and passers-by, on a wet wet day. We then proceeded to walk into the designated cafe, 3 metres away.
2. This isn't really in public, but I was walking down the stairs to say hello to a newly-formed crush. He came towards me to give me a hug and as I got closer I slipped and went kerdunk-kerdunk-kerdunk down the stairs on my arse. I was holding a glass of water. To make it worse, the look on his face was not one of "OUCH" or "HAHAHA", it was PITY.
Re: Hard Fall in Public Stories? Comin' right up!!tolson_ailesJuly 19 2008, 19:57:27 UTC
These two stories are simply amazing. I want to bottle them up, throw them into the sea and have somebody find them 100 years from now, so they can understand how brilliant this all is! Sorry if that's weird sounding, but you could've won money if they were on video.
I wish I had a really good falling story to tell, haha. I have a friend's sister who didn't look where she was going when she was walking across campus in England, and basically tripped and fell into Stephen Hawking's wheelchair. It's pretty much the best/most mortifying falling story I've heard so far, haha. I think the most awkward part of falling isn't the actual fall, but the recovery, when you have to stand up and look around and pretend to be completely normal... haha.
Off-topic but what is it exactly about Fyodor Dostoevsky that compells you most?
That pretty much sums up the most horrible place to fall, in the world. Pat your friend on the back for me. And seriously, what are the reasons behind certain obsessions? Usually something absurd or nonsensical. I honestly have no idea why I love this guy and his writing so much, but I can't help myself. His writing is spontaneous in its feel, it usually has a beautiful build in character development and I've also had a weird thing for Russians, since I was a kid. With a number of things combined to make my need for Dostoevsky, I couldn't give you a solid or straightforward answer, without stumbling and thinking really hard, giving up and smiling a lot. Sometimes it's harder to explain why you care about something so much than it is to explain why you dislike something, I guess.
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The fun thing about it was that we were in Oz Park and the part where I fell is called the Emerald City Gardens. I just wanna go watch the wizard of oz now.
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Except that my ribs were sore last night and my bum is a bit bruised.
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This is a common name in most Russian literature, I've noticed. Check out the nicknames for this one name!
Aleksey- Alyosha, Lyosha, Lyokha.
I just purchased a book yesterday on Russian basics, so I'm learning now how to read their alphabet, etc. It's crazy, but fun.
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Trouble is he didn't see it coming, and let go out of shock.
Cue me landing straight on my arse then falling on my back, in the MIDDLE of this intersection FULL of cars and passers-by, on a wet wet day.
We then proceeded to walk into the designated cafe, 3 metres away.
2. This isn't really in public, but I was walking down the stairs to say hello to a newly-formed crush. He came towards me to give me a hug and as I got closer I slipped and went kerdunk-kerdunk-kerdunk down the stairs on my arse.
I was holding a glass of water.
To make it worse, the look on his face was not one of "OUCH" or "HAHAHA", it was PITY.
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I WANTED TO DIE
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I want to bottle them up, throw them into the sea and have somebody find them 100 years from now, so they can understand how brilliant this all is!
Sorry if that's weird sounding, but you could've won money if they were on video.
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Off-topic but what is it exactly about Fyodor Dostoevsky that compells you most?
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And seriously, what are the reasons behind certain obsessions? Usually something absurd or nonsensical. I honestly have no idea why I love this guy and his writing so much, but I can't help myself. His writing is spontaneous in its feel, it usually has a beautiful build in character development and I've also had a weird thing for Russians, since I was a kid. With a number of things combined to make my need for Dostoevsky, I couldn't give you a solid or straightforward answer, without stumbling and thinking really hard, giving up and smiling a lot. Sometimes it's harder to explain why you care about something so much than it is to explain why you dislike something, I guess.
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