Conniptions and Consternations - or, GET ME HOME NOW!

Today I had a moment in the hall. An inglorious embarrassing moment of tantrumming over the large sums of money I am bleeding away.

I was partly justified, I was mostly over-tired. Like any three year-old, I needed a nap. Alas, I'm too grown up for one - I have homework instead of naptime. The tantrum, though, was a long time comin'.

Last Thursday I noticed how few megabytes I had left on my computer. It was my own fault -- a couple of days before, I SKYPEd with my father. I video SKYPEd because he could not get his microphone to work and I know dad -- he wants to see my face (for all of our disagreements and hurtful things said to one another, we love each other). Talking to dad wiped out almost one-half of my megabytes.

I knew I'd take a hit, so I monitored my megabytes. When Thursday rolled around, I gave 100 rubles more to Nastia knowing that it should be enough megabytes to carry me over to May -- though I probably wouldn't see those megabytes until Monday.

Friday: No miracles happen (my Internet is still "nyet dyeneg") and at 10:20pm we board a somewhat ancient train for our fly-by weekend in St. Petersberg.

Saturday: 6:45am we arrive in St. Pete (the train was so old and uncomfortable that almost everyone was unable to sleep on it -- nodding on and off we each got about an hour's rest).

7:10am we arrive at Coffee House for a pre-paid breakfast.

9:00am our tourbus arrives for our three hour tour of St. Petersberg. It was a blustery, clooudy day, but still thrilling to see so many sights in so short an amount of time.

1:00pm we go to lunch

1:30pm we check-in to our hostel (which had a power outage, downing the computers and delaying us somewhat as Nastia and Tanya deal with the management).

2:30pm we go to the Hermitage

5:30pm we finish the Hermitage, drop stuff at the hostel

6:00pm we shop at the souvenir martket near St. Savior on Spilled Blood

7:00pm(ish) we meet others for Georgian food

9:30pm(ish) we finish dinner

10:00pm(ish) some of us head to a British pub for a pint.

11:00pm(ish) shower and bed

7:20am wake up and get ready to leave

7:30am(ish) we move to leave the Hostel for breakfast

8:00am Breakfast

8:50(ish) we board the tour bus to go to Tsarskoe Selo

10:00(ish) - 2pm we tour Tsarskoe Selo

2:30(ish) - 5:45 Rachel, Faith, and I go to the Bronze Horseman, St. Isaac's, do eat, do some souvenir shopping, walk around St. Pete

5:45 - 7:00pm we all tour the Alexandrinsky Theatre museum and then see MAN=MAN

10:00pm (ish) Faith and I grab some pizza, do some more souvenir shopping, walk back to Hostel

11:00pm (ish) we depart the Hostel, on foot, to the train station

12:10am(ish) our train leaves for Moscow. By 1:00am I am asleep.

9:00am(ish) our train arrives at Moscow. We head to the dorm, shower, unpack, change clothes.

12:30(ish) we dramaturgs leave for the Pushkin to see the Picasso exhibit.

1:00 - 2:30(ish) Picasso at the Pushkin

2:30 - 4:30 I walk around Moscow, grab lunch

4:30 - 6:00pm we dramaturgs have Art & Architecture history.

6:00pm - 6:45 a small break

7:00pm - Cafe Socrate at the Moscow Musical Theater in the memory of Stanislavski and Nemerovich-Danchenko.

8:30-9:30 - Rachel and I walk back to dorm, do some small shopping.

9:30 - I discover my internet still isn't working.

I discover my internet still isn't working.

I discover my internet still isn't working.

Typing the above sentence over and over releaves some of the stress the situation brings. It is not a lot of stress, but when the weight of researching for assignments, writing your assigned blog, trying to find a subletter for the summer months, wanting to order rail tickets for your upcoming trip and other matters that are unimportant to others (but important to me) cannot be done - these small stresses add up.

I reached my breaking point this afternoon. My classmates got an earful of sqwakings that a 3 year old would normally make, only these sqwaks were augmented by the bellow of a 31 year old voice.

I'm tired. I have not fully recovered from a weekend so busy that I don't know if I enjoyed it or not. I saw a lot, it was beautiful, but it was exhausting.

Three days -- it should have been done in three days (I'm told in years past it was done in three days, but recently people have complained about the length and being bored -- which is nonsense).

You need at the very minimum three days to tour St. Pete.

Whatever. I'm tired. My jade is growing thick and the world is an ugly place through my eyes right now. Everything is pointless and dull. Everything.