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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:18:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So what&apos;s happening? (open)</title>
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  <description>I believe things are still in motion, my life is hectic and I&apos;ve not truly had time to considder my future, I&apos;ve gotten work at a small newspaper company where I do more than just write articles but I actually work with the press machine. It is highly enjoyable, and the Manager is helping me with my English, that has improved a lot as you can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is everyone doing?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 21:34:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nothing New Really</title>
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  <description>Life is currently rather mundane, I&apos;m feeling sluggish and have most likely attracted a bug that&apos;s been hitting our village rather hard, thus the snow ball fight is being postponed for the time being, sorry everyone for this short message, I&amp;nbsp;hope you&apos;re all feeling healthier than myself.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:29:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I had this whole thing planned..</title>
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  <description>And then it went wrong. I suppose it&apos;s my own fault but, still, I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t help being a rather sensitive woman once a month right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&amp;nbsp;went to America and spent a lot of time with the lovely Mina and Tatum, at which point I&amp;nbsp;completely forgot to check into LiveJournal and stay updated on all the gossip and such other important things. Sadly I&amp;nbsp;also missed my second University Interview, I ate something that was supposed to be an Indian Take Out, but ended up finding out it was food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather disappointed and upset with myself and checked my emails only to find out that my poor Boiid died from shock and freezing. The neighbour&apos;s cat, who owns the area and can enter where ever and when ever he wants, stole him from his tank which my mother had forgotten to close. Needless to say it was too late by the time they found him. I&apos;ve been using Yuki as a teddy bear and thankfully he gives fantastic hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time in America flew by and before I&amp;nbsp;knew it I&amp;nbsp;was boarding the plane to Russia. Many teary goodbyes with the girls ensued, Mina, Tatum, you two are like sisters too me, please be well! On the airplane there was some American boy who thought he was cool and told me, in Russian, that I&amp;nbsp;had a nice donkey. I&amp;nbsp;told him not to trust web translators, they&apos;re not very flattering. Yuki almost got caught laughing himself silly, poor thing had to endure getting punched by a little girl who thought it was how you made him laugh and shake, like a toy she&apos;d seen in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I&amp;nbsp;was back home and had to see more teary faces, this time with joy of my returning. I&amp;nbsp;went to bed late after hearing all the gossip from home and then the next morning I&amp;nbsp;went and stood by Boiid&apos;s grave in the garden. Seeing his empty tank is disconcerting, he was a rude little snapper, he would have fought until the bitter cold got him. And goodness it is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole village got snowed in and the electricity generator (We&apos;re a rather old village)&amp;nbsp;couldn&apos;t handle it and quit his job. Last week we finally managed to free the village and a mechanic fixed the generator. It&apos;s getting even colder now though so who knows if we will get another snow storm, but until then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am back and ready to start something, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&apos;s up for a snowball party?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 00:06:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tall, Blonde and Showing off his mushroom</title>
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  <description>That is the first impression I got when I saw Mr Tucker at the airport. I was amused to see my name written on a piece of cardboard, it was like something out of a movie, something&amp;nbsp;like a forreign exchange student (And, in my mind, I&apos;d expect that student to cause nothing but hell and trouble) chick flick type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was also my first experience on the public transport system of America, it felt hectic and energetic and still so lively at that time of night. I didn&apos;t get to experience the busses because Mr Tucker decided to call a taxi, something I offered to pay for but refused. He was a real gent and soft at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to see Tatum, she&apos;s supposed to arrive later tonight?&amp;nbsp;My body clock is somewhat ruined so I can&apos;t tell the time yet, but I will! I am tired now though so I shall stop here and possibly get a nap, Mr Tucker has shown no inclination that he&apos;d object to me leaving his company. I wonder if I should get some Mario t-shirts for my cousins back home, I haven&apos;t seen any of them in Russia thus far.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:08:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Expect me like a Wind on Fire</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Or, just, come pick me up at the airport, that would be lovely too. I&apos;ll be arriving at the; &lt;b&gt;John F. Kennedy International Airport (JFK)&lt;/b&gt; at 20:36 Tomorrow&amp;nbsp;(That is Thursday the 2nd of July.)&amp;nbsp;That way I can make it before the party at Tatum&apos;s place. Sorry for the REALLY short notice, my life has been insane, from one extreme to the next. My parents are moving&amp;nbsp;house (Still in Lipetsk, only closer to the centre)&amp;nbsp;and they needed my help with carrying, they have bad backs, so I&apos;ve not had access to the internet for a short while, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you at the Airport, I don&apos;t think I&apos;d trust New York Taxis.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 17:43:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Party Like It&apos;s 1990!</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;Ah, everyone, what a fantastic time I had on Friday! So much so that this monster of a journal entry erupted from my hands, so to make it a little easier to read I shall add little headers for if you wish to skip anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jumping through the Port and Setting up a Tent.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;Meeting with you all was a pleasure and a wonder beyond a doubt, I&amp;nbsp;could not have asked for a better group of people and friends, that&apos;s for sure. I&amp;nbsp;felt so at ease with you all, I truly fell in love with every single one of you. I&apos;m very grateful that I was not a bother (Well, maybe I was a little, maybe.)&amp;nbsp;and that I was not pushed back through the digiport with you all screaming&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Get away you heathen!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you&apos;re not all suffering from hangovers, I&apos;m sure there were a few though. Naturally I don&apos;t feel a thing, but not all of you are that lucky as I gather from Jyou&apos;s journal. (I am sympathetic toward you my sweet, although&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can not say I&amp;nbsp;regret doing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know Specs was an interesting experience to say the least! You&apos;re a sweet little thing Jyou, just too far stuck in that shell of yours, so extend your neck and show us that smile more&amp;nbsp;baby&amp;nbsp; boy! It was also&amp;nbsp;extremely amusing trying to learn to set up a tent together with the birthday boy. I&apos;d never done it in my life (I&apos;ve never been camping, isn&apos;t that just&amp;nbsp;sorrowful?!)&amp;nbsp;and it didn&apos;t look like Jyou knew which way was up either. I&apos;m sure we put it up inside out the first time round, the little pockets were on the outside, which was quite a give away if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get it right in the end, I just don&apos;t remember how. It&apos;s a mystery as to how&amp;nbsp;it managed to&amp;nbsp;stay upright at all. I watched the others put up some&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;theirs after-wards and wondered why they could do it so quickly, it took at least two or three hours for us. More people started to arrive pretty soon after if my memory is correct, it was so much fun being introduced to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyone I had the pleasure of Meeting.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;Shuu, whom had some interesting things to talk about. (I love ghost stories &amp;lt;3 ) Hikari and&amp;nbsp;Miyako were the next ones to arrive.&amp;nbsp;Hikari seemed so pure and innocent I just wanted to wrap her up in three layers of cotton wool and protect her, where as Miyako was livelier (to say the least, you&apos;re a lioness when you&apos;re arguing)&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I had such a blast with her, I think we could become really good friends. (We really connected sweet cheeks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the brothers Yamato and Takeru started playing, it was phenomenal, I couldn&apos;t help but shed a tear or two as well when they played the&amp;nbsp;dedications. You two are so talented it makes me jealous that I don&apos;t have a musical bone in my body. I&amp;nbsp;then had the pleasure of meeting with Ken. That boy has a cruel mind, but I can&apos;t say I disapprove (I&apos;m sorry Miyako, as much as I love you and can not agree with how he behaved towards you, that guy has a way with words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing both adorable Mina and beautiful Catherine was a treat!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have missed you two completely and we should get together more often. And then there was Tatum, whom I&apos;ve been wanting to meet since she has agreed to let me stay over at hers for half of&amp;nbsp;july, and she was a sweet thing to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also Koushiro is, one and all, amazing! We got into a short conversation about my computer.&amp;nbsp;And although I believe I&apos;m relatively tech handy, he handed my behind too me on a silver platter with his computer babble. You are a computer genius, it needs to be said. Oh!&amp;nbsp;And Taichi was a ball of fire!&amp;nbsp;Energetic to a double T, but really enjoyable company.&amp;nbsp;Dai was just as wild, just a shame we didn&apos;t really speak properly together, but his apparent love for life&amp;nbsp;was inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a surprise for Jyou, a pretty red head named Sora showed up with what I assume is her boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;I didn&apos;t get to talk with her but she had a really friendly smile, so I&apos;m sure she&apos;s a sweetheart.&amp;nbsp;Then I had to do a dare for Kelly. A rather strange boy,&amp;nbsp;(no offense meant dear)&amp;nbsp;although I&apos;m interested in getting to know more about&amp;nbsp;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I believe I have had everyone with the mention of Steve. Steve, you are a sweet soul and, although we did not get to talk much at all, I think you need to liven up a little more, you could be so much more if you displayed a little initiative! If you need to talk about anything you can come and find me, I&apos;m willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;The Activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was dancing to be done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;My my, so much writing and I&apos;ve yet to come to the rest of the activities! I&apos;m such a drag aren&apos;t I? It&apos;s a wonder that my hands haven&apos;t cramped up at the prospect of typing more of my ramblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! So the party started and after a few drinks the dancing began. This engaged fits of giggles for everyone when I started to drag Jyou into it. Of course the poor thing has two left feet, and on the sand that means toppling over into other dancing couples. I believe I tried to keep him upright more than that I tried to dance with him, but bless his little cotton socks for not giving up, he was a real good sport through out the whole night &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And taking a swim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;So then someone, I can not remember who, suggested skinny dipping! Since plenty of people seemed to do it I thought &amp;quot;what the hell! It&apos;ll be fun&amp;quot;. I must admit,&amp;nbsp;I had not expected it to be so cold! Now don&apos;t get me wrong, I love the cold, I am a true Russian after all, but my water must not be cold unless I&apos;m drinking it. I have almost never been swimming, and only ever in a swimming pool with relatively warm water. (I&amp;nbsp;was too small to be allowed into the adult baths, thus never experienced the cold there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus if you saw me wriggle uncomfortably and squeak after jumping in head first, this is why. I am quite embarrassed. I hereby use my Jedy Mind Powers to make you forget. (Yes, I&apos;ve watched Star Wars, I&apos;m sorry) Anyway, I had a little epiphany here. If I went under or wanted to splash people, I&apos;d have to have two free hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was I&amp;nbsp;was still holding my cup, so I gave it to Jyou to hold. Anyway, long story short (Or as short as possible)&amp;nbsp;after fun and giggles were over (And there were many, even some groping!)&amp;nbsp;I went to get it back and I kid you not, Jyou must have drunk some from it, it was emptier!&amp;nbsp;(Of course it&apos;s impossible that I had spilled it earlier.. Completely impossible) So I&amp;nbsp;gave him a wet naked hug as payback. It&apos;s adorable when he turns into Jittery Jyou &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, Spinning Bottles and taking things easy before going to bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;The other really popular activity we played was,&amp;nbsp;naturally, a classic. Spin The Bottle - Truth or Dare. This was highly entertaining, I&amp;nbsp;got&amp;nbsp;to bully poor Jyou, Miyako and Kelly, maybe more but the rest was kind of foggy by this point. I think I&amp;nbsp;started to hog my bottle of Vodka a little too much after being dared to slip Jyou booze without him realizing&amp;nbsp;(I must say, I enjoyed the challenge, thank you Miya dear &amp;lt;3 )&amp;nbsp;and shortly after the game finished, I had fun just sitting on the side lines listening to the babble and giggling. This may seem strange after everyone found out I&apos;m such a rowdy person&amp;nbsp;(I&apos;m very calm really, just not when it involves a drink or sixteen, or parties for that matter) but I was just enjoying the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a while since I was in such a relaxing place. My work is hectic and my room-mates are animals to the core, so just being able to sit there and watch people do their things was wondrous. That part of the evening has been burnt into my mind&apos;s eye forever, and now, when&amp;nbsp;I think back on it, I smile without exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I&amp;nbsp;crashed in Mina and Catherine&apos;s tent. I&apos;m so sorry ladies that you were stuck with me, I hope my morning breath didn&apos;t force you to lose your appetite. On top of that you had to see me in salty (From the sea! I&apos;m very much a clean woman thank you very much) underwear so early in the day after tripping on something or other (Could it have been a person? Probably)&amp;nbsp;and falling face first into the sea before heading too bed. I hope the sea enjoyed my last bottle of Vodka, I sure didn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;And now I&apos;m home, having spent two days just writing this up, and hoping you&apos;re all not tired of my rambling yet. Next goal; Surviving America for a month! I&apos;m&amp;nbsp;hoping I will see many of you again at Tatum&apos;s party &amp;lt;33 Much love from me to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 10:28:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Dream In Motion My Dear Friends</title>
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  <description>My dear friends!&amp;nbsp;I have had such a wonderous surprise waiting for me at home today. I&apos;ve been shaking and jumping and meowing wildly all morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I had an important interview early this morning and had left before the postman arrived, I even saw him on the stairs and waved him good morning, not knowing what he&apos;d bring me. I came home an hour or two later and when I&amp;nbsp;arrived home Yukimibotamon offered to me the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I did not&amp;nbsp;say this before, I did not think anything would come from it,&amp;nbsp;but I have been scouting a few universities in America, just to be prepared, sent some&amp;nbsp;asking letters, and today, on this beautiful, wonderful day, I received no less than three back, asking me if I&apos;d wish to come see the colleges, and that they were&amp;nbsp;wanting to&amp;nbsp;meet with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited, there are a few dates during which I am allowed to visit (They realise the mail to America is not cheap, thus they offered me a time when they were free from any duties) and they all fall in July, thus, my sweet friends whom are in America, I have a large begging of you, would you be so kind as to house me whilst I am there for the month of July? I know America is expensive like Moscow, so I won&apos;t ask to stay for free,&amp;nbsp;I have some money saved up, and If I ask for an early loan I&apos;m sure my boss will&amp;nbsp;understand, he knows how much I wish to work in America,&amp;nbsp;but I&apos;m truly hoping someone there will let me stay over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!&amp;nbsp;This is my dream, I do not want to let it slip away!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 20:10:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Пойдите домой [[Go Home]]</title>
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  <description>That&apos; s чего мой босс сказал мне сделать, идет домой. Больной взгляда и поступка Aparently i так который I&apos; m не позволенный работать, поэтому на понедельнике я был помещен на поезде полностью назад к Lipetsk. Моя мать позаботится о я, подавая мне все виды отваров которые предположены, что делают меня более лучшим. Я очень разочарованн, я потерял вне на рассказе который был очень важн к моей работе.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[That&apos;s what my boss told me to do, go home. Aparently I look and act so sick that I&apos;m not allowed to work, so on monday I was placed on a train all the way back to Lipetsk. My mother is taking care of me, feeding me all kinds of broths that are supposed to make me better. I am very disappointed, I lost out on a story that was very important to my job.]]</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 18:05:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Больной как собака</title>
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  <description>Time is not going well for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last week or two I&amp;nbsp;have been sickly, even having to cancel any work appointments I set up. it seems I have contracted a lung infection and an ear infection, in both ears! I managed to get some sleeping medicine from the doctor, because my coughing is keeping me awake. On the other hand, I&amp;nbsp;have been able to practise my English, I&amp;nbsp;believe I have gotten better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I leave the TV&amp;nbsp;off and stay away from the computer, or anything with electricity in general, because it gives me a headache all day long. Also&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have to keep the telephone close to me and on it&apos;s noisiest setting because it&apos;s as if I&apos;m listening through layer on layer of cloth. On top of this all, I get dizzy and have a fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I&amp;nbsp;have had my dear Yukimobotamon with me, he has been ever so kind to me, such a sweetheart. I du not know what I could have done without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am very sorry that I&apos;ve not gotten in contact with anyone for the last little while, I hope I can be forgiven by you all? Maybe get some pancakes made for me or chocolate&amp;nbsp; muffins? Haha, even a packet of flu medicine would be good. Or just a wish of better ship. Is that even a word? I&amp;nbsp;do not remember, my head feels like a bowl of spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;shall stop rambling, but please know I wish I&amp;nbsp;could be over in the digiworld with everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 17:42:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hello To The World Outside</title>
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  <description>Здравствулте!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in English, Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Azhela, which means Angel in English, but please call me Annie. My English is bad sometimes, I&apos;m still learning, so teddy with me, I&amp;nbsp;beg you. Big words may be in Russian, but I will learn them slowly. I&apos;ve not ever had a journal, but it isn&apos;t different from writing my reports, much. I&amp;nbsp;was taken here by a sweet Чудесно blonde lady name Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such elegant a name, and her hair seemed soft as feathers!&amp;nbsp;I didn&apos;t pet it, so I&amp;nbsp;can not be sure, but I saw it like that when we met. I&amp;nbsp;wish my hair was as красивейше. A strange meeting we had Catherine, And quick, but it was so nice. Maybe not the right word for it, but not wrong either. I&amp;nbsp;had forgotten the other chosen children, I&apos;ve been so busy, it was such a surprise meeting one, and from the красивейше France as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many sorries, my too be friends, I&apos;ve forgotten to введите myself more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a news reporter of the paper kind. Журналист, is the word in Russian, but in English it runs away from me. Currently my home is in Moscow, in a small motel (What is different between Hotel and Motel but for a letter?) my heart is in Lipesk how ever. Big places worry me, I wonder why, then, I&apos;m so решительно to enter New York. I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t help it, the big stories call to me. I worked hard for my place, first as servant of coffee, then desk worker ( работник службы рисепшн ), and finally I go out and work. It is my life and person. I&apos;m always looking for information, gossip, sometimes I make people angry, but I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t deny how I am, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Digimon is Yukidarumon, as cold as Russia on the outside, but as warm as our Wodka inside. Usually he is Yukimibotamon, I&amp;nbsp;call him Yuki, his name is too long. He can be tough of mind, but loves easily. I&amp;nbsp;can not wish for more in my partner, he&apos;s a little bit of home for me when I&amp;nbsp;leave Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my English is very woeful, so the New York Times is not yet in my sight, but maybe soon?&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have talked enough my friends of судьба, may we meet soon in the Digimon world, I&amp;nbsp;wish to meet all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many love and hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Annie.</description>
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