Dec 7, 2013
mother of fuck, i'm standing near the entrance of my art high school with headman of the group and we want to find some wood and make a campfire. IT IS FUCKING COLD and our teacher didn't come again! our headman turned out to be a nice man, he ran to the coffee and brought both me and him hot tea with mint. we're gonna wait for 10-20 minutes more or I'll become a pretty looking piece of snow in a dress. russia. the country of the "always-late-teachers" and freezing cold. it feels like I'm on Hoth.