Lila from pasturama. Note: Lila is my name. pasturama: an interview in the past.
“America!...Taram-tam-tam-tam. I'm lovin it” sang Lila, finishing off some poorly fried meatballs. Ugh... pretty mediocre... though it's progress: at 10 years old, I managed to fry sausages in the bathroom with a friend (by the way, friends, do meatballs even get fried?!) Oh. Well, that ecologist! Ho-ho-ho. He thought I hadn't learned the smog diagram. My dear, I memorized it! Now you are defeated, you cunning man, although the battle was unequal, I must note! This is what America does... America is calling me.
Shall we check the mail together?!
Take a look at Fig. 1. (I'm not sharing the meatballs with you, because you wouldn't be happy with them anyway)
Loading... Annoying companies offering cosmetics, a mysterious admirer wrote on VK. Lila, today you are happy and calm.
2 weeks later: this time, delicious dumplings. And do you know why? You don't need to know how to cook them!) Our mail... shall we load it? loading^.....AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
THOSE are the exact emotions Lila felt when receiving an email with the subject “your INTERVIEW on ..... date.” And the nerve of them to write that SCARY word in all caps.
Familiar? No? Then Lila is coming to you.
Friends, do you want to feel the full beauty of that scene?! Then Fig. 2 is for you. Believe me, at that moment I looked exactly like that =)
We're off to Moscow... (Fig. 3) I heard those choo-choo-choo-choo, choo-choo-choo-choo sounds for a whole 2 hours. And songs with an accordion too. I just wanted to say to that performer: “Why does a goat, uh, I mean, why do you need an accordion, man?! You're cheerful enough as it is!”
But my passionate impulses were interrupted by the interview... For me, the mere thought of this event is scarier than my grandmother's childhood story about the wolf that ran in our yard until I was 12. Yes, yes, yes, I really believed that if I ate a lot of pears that were lying all over the garden, poor things, all crushed by my grandfather's feet, the wolf would take me to the forest) Well, that's just by the way. And promise you won't tell anyone about this) In secret: because there was stress later. Can you imagine, my grandmother “tricked” me?! Request: do not take the previous sentence literally )))
Arrived. Phew... although why phew... tomorrow a cry of the soul awaits me: AAAAAAAAA* AAAAAAAAA* AAAAAAAAA is what it's called. Forgive me, dear reader, I just love math.)
And I have to get up so early tomorrow. You know the most unpleasant news: I can't even speak Russian that early. And here I have to turn on my brain and start rattling off, showing my skills in English... Time to sleep... no... I at least need to eat. Ugh... what food, even if it's tasty, tomorrow is a difficult day. Inside, there's stress and a leftover waffle from the morning. We'll make it!
Morning. They stuck a number on me. It's like a “Feel like a star” casting!
So, belts off.
Money... meow... my change... to give away... it's from the piggy bank... and that's sacred.
So, Lila, take your claws and unclench them, because it's worth it for you to enter his mysterious chamber (and anyway, who is he?!)
Who are you, who are you, who are you?! I listened to Decl in my childhood, but now this song didn't cheer me up at all. I'll show this “who are you” my tongue (English, of course, my skills). I didn't struggle against the ice like a mother walrus for nothing, learning correct pronunciation and grammar. He-he. It's like a competition... again... Friends, don't forget and don't worry. I have practice: the ecologist is defeated, although I imagine this “who are you” like this....... Fig. 4.... AAAAAAAAA* AAAAAAAAA* AAAAAAAAA.... math again. LILa, stay calm!
Meeting “who are you” (Fig. 5*): he's a cutie, really. Intelligence in his eyes, a sincere smile.
A sweet conversation about where I study and my mood. This “someone” asked about my mood, and, by the way, my BF sometimes even forgets that such a question exists, and yet to this very question I would have answered: “It doesn't matter, because I want to gobble up some canned peaches so much.” Lila, forget about food, we all understand that you are a poor hungry student, but now we are writing about a visa. In short, I have the visa in my pocket and a pleasant malaise from a no less pleasant conversation with the consul. Thanks to him for his attention and for the happiest summer of my life, because now there, in America, I will try Homer's favorite donuts.
Friends, be happy and have a blast of a summer in America. I sincerely love you, just like those very donuts. By the way, they ate half my salary and gave me an extra 5 kg of warmth, so America is always with me, I can feel it by pinching my sides. ) my fat belly ))
See you in the USA
Fig. 5* in real life he is even more beautiful than in the picture. They are all cool there at the embassy, believe my experience.
