***This was written last weekend, I just haven't had a chance to get online long enough to post it***
Recently I've been terrified of HIV. Most of it is probably paranoia but it's gotten to the point where I picture myself coming back from somewhere, chilling in my bed with HIV. What the heck would you do in that kind of situation.
There was a story we heard that lead to this. This one girl went to the club and she was having a good time. Just dancing and whatnot. Then she feels a prick, no big deal or anything, people feel random pricks all the time. Later that night, she reaches in her pocket and finds a note. It read: "You are now one of us, you are HIV positive." That is the suck right there! Seriously!
1 in 6 Russians have the HIV.
I've been pressured into going to the club this upcoming weekend. I guess it's a foam party, where the dance floor is covered with foam. Prime HIV contracting scenario. Knock on wood, dear God, knock on wood.
The trip is starting to wind down. This is our last full week of classes. I have mixed feelings about us leaving. I'm ready to leave this place, but not the people. Some of which, I will never see again. It's just the nature of the beast I guess. You meet people, become attached, and then it's over. On one hand, you can try to not get too attached to make the good bye easier, or you can just get as close as you can and make the best out of the time left. I've chosen the ladder, a long time ago. I think everyone has, and I'm feeling a giant group hug at the end of the trip, all 80 of us losers.
In a little more than a week, everyone will be getting on a train to go back to Moscow. That train ride will be ridiculous, my God... Once we get back to Moscow, my group, 3, will be peacing out to groups 1 and 2 as they fly to Prague in Europe. My group will spend 3 wild and crazy days in Moscow and then we'll be back in the states July 3rd.
***This is the one I wrote today***
We didn't go to the foam party, in fear of the STDs and the HIV, so we went on a party boat, aka, a booze cruise. It was our last weekend in Volgograd so it had to end with a bang. Boy o boy, what a bang. I think I was the only sober one out of our whole group. It was pretty fun actually. I was kissed several times, got my nose bitten, peed in the worst smelling bathroom I've ever seen, and got puked on. What a night!
Finals week is coming up, I haven't really studied.
I'm ready to come home.
Should I not say goodbye to people and just leave, or say bye and risk sissy water coming from my eyes?
In either case, I'll be home in about a week yos.
*Congrats to Shayla and Steve!*
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2 comments:
Kisses eh? Do tell more. That HIV stuff sounds pretty scary too bad I already gave it to you years ago.
-Jew
Damnit I was gonna say that I already gave you HIV but I should have known Jew would beat me to it. Was it Big gay Als big gay boat ride? that would be sweet. Did you get my message on facebook? maaan. I'm glad your trip is winding down, even though im glad you're having a good time in Russia. I hope you haven't cheated on me cause i've been waiting for you to come back. Dude we gotta do a lot of shit when you get back.
-Justin
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