hhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFNmHUscRPg <--- IM SURE THAT GUY'S CHERNOBYL. now you know what i have to put up with.

i advise that you follow the link in the title... really helps get you into the mood whilst reading this, and i personally like to listen to eurovision-style music whilst writing this blog. Christ that was a gay thing to say.

anyway, here comes instalment number 2 of the blog for tonight. ARE YOU READY?! (if that was a 'no', then piss off and read some other blog. I dont need people like you soiling the fun for everyone. tsssk.)

so i left off just as she's come home, really exited, ready for her little leavers concert with the other army, i mean 'group', of russians.

i was instructed by the parental hierarchy in my house, that i had to sort out her hair, paint her nails and do her make up (yeah that's right, this 7 year old actually wears makeup. nice to see she's trying to break the eastern european stereotype right there) you would've thought i was this Soviets bitch.

so i tarted her up, as requested... she would've looked very at home somewhere down park road P'town. eeeek! Pink eyeshadow... 'nuff said.

Then, after a while of dolling her up (oh god, i can't believe i did that... it's a travesty for tomorrows youth.) we were ready to go. We got to the school where the concert was going to be held... it was swarming with russians dressed up as fairies. I thought that my parents had maybe slipped me LSD in my tea.. apparently not.

we exchanged obligitary chit chat with other host families BLAH BLAH "how is your russian?" BLAH BLAH "still wetting the bed?" BLAH BLAH "ooooh he bit you?!" BLAH BLAH.

then the play started. we watched in anticipation with the hope that Galia had been given a decent part... i feel oddly competetive about her. SCREW ALL YOU OTHER RUSSIANS, GALIA WILL WIN. but no. it became apparent that she hadnt actually got a part, and all she did was stand there and pull her dress down... a small part of me laughed, but the rest of me wanted to go up to that stage and put her nipples away. Its was like when you read 'heat' magazine, and you see kerry katona with her... flaps out, and you want to go and give her some modesty back, but Galia isn't fat, northern and annoying... nor does she have the physique of a highland moose.

it got to the end of the concert, and all Galia had done, was jump around to some weird Russian techno music. Not impressed.

but then they all got told to come and give us the gift they'd made for their host families... out she came to us, with a little canvas, with her hand print, and 'Galya' written under it. (so what if it looked like something you'd find in a pre-historic cave, or as if she's wiped a cows ass and smushed it on a canvas?!)

Most peoples' hearts would be warmed by this, no matter how crappy it looked... maybe they'd shed a little tear... but it suddenly hit me... I'VE BEEN SPELLING HER NAME WRONG FOR OVER A MONTH. I'll be getting radiation poisoning for this one. SORRY GALYA! <3