I've only been out of GW for a few months and they're already hitting me up for some money:

Each year, gifts from annual donors make it possible for students to attend GW, and to experience top-notch facilities, technology, and instruction. Your gift, which you can designate to any area of the University, makes this possible for current students. Your gift also strengthens the quality of your own education; each year GW rises higher in the national rankings and makes great progress toward becoming the first-tier university you and I know it to be.

HAHAHAHAHA...hey, GW, how about I pay off my student loans first?

Or will you guys at least send me my diploma? Please?

Try sending me another e-mail in 10 or so years...

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So I ended up going to the doctor...turns out I had an infection of the bronchial tube. Yeah, definitely should have gone to the doctor earlier. Anyways, 3 days of antibiotics cleared everything up. Thank you, Pfizer.

I went to an audition for a job at the Marriott...I thought it would be like a regular job interview, and that they just gave it the name "audition" because they wanted to seem different...wow, I was totally wrong...it was indeed an audition, complete with dancing. There were 13 people there, and we each had to wear a number around our neck. First, we danced...no really, I couldn't believe it...one of the Marriott HR employees got up and showed us the dances we had to do and then we danced. After dancing, we paired up with the person sitting next to us and learned their name, hometown, etc. and then introduced them to the rest of the group. After that, the HR person would ask each person a question like "If you had a million dollars what would you do with it?" And then we danced AGAIN. I am not quite sure why Marriott uses this particular process to grade prospective employees, but I will bet you they paid some consulting firm a lot of money to come up with it.

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I've been sick for over a week, which has been just lovely. I rarely get sick, and when I do it's usually a cold that lasts for a few days, not this annoying, constant pain. I think I'm getting better, though...if not, I should probably see the doctor...actually, I should have done that a few days ago but I'm a moron. It could be worse...I could be sick at GW, where my friends just finished taking their midterms.

I've applied for a bunch of jobs, but don't have one yet. I had an interview at the Marriott on Tuesday but had to reschedule due to my sickness. Oh well, the position will probably be filled by next week anyways.

Chad and Marcus are flying out to California for Spring Break and will be down in Palm Desert for the weekend. Sweet.

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I found a wav file of the ridiculous song we would sing at Moscow State University. It's called "Moi Adres Sovietskii Soyouz" (My Address is the Soviet Union) and was released in 1972 by D. Tukhmanov and V. Kharitonov.

I converted the wav file into a smaller MP3 (2.7 MB), which can be downloaded here.

While you listen to this, keep in mind that we were singing along with a karaoke video system that was playing scenes of New York, Las Vegas, and Venice Beach...not images that you often think of while singing about traveling around the USSR in a train.

Lyrics:

Мой адрес Советский Союз
My Address is the Soviet Union

Колёса диктуют вагонные
Где срочно увидеться нам
Мои номера телефонные
Разбросаны по городам

The railcar wheels dictate
Where we urgently meet
My telephone numbers
Are scattered throughout the cities

Заботится сердце сердце волнуется
Почтовый пакуется груз
Мой адрес не дом и не улица
Мой адрес Советский Союз
Мой адрес не дом и не улица
Мой адрес Советский Союз

The heart cares, the heart worries
The mail packs the cargo
My address is not a house or street
My address is the Soviet Union
My address is not a house or street
My address is the Soviet Union

Вы точки тире телеграфные
Ищите на стройках меня
Сегодня не личное главное
А сводки рабочего дня

Telegraphic dots and dashes
You search for me at the construction sites
Today personal matters aren't important
Just the work-day reports

Заботится сердце сердце волнуется
Почтовый пакуется груз
Мой адрес не дом и не улица
Мой адрес Советский Союз
Мой адрес не дом и не улица
Мой адрес Советский Союз

The heart cares, the heart worries
The mail packs the cargo
My address is not a house or street
My address is the Soviet Union
My address is not a house or street
My address is the Soviet Union

Я там где ребята толковые
Я там где плакаты вперёд
Где песни рабочие новые
Страна трудовая поёт

I am where the guys are sensible
I am where posters proclaim 'forward'
Where a laboring nation sings
The new workers' songs

Заботится сердце сердце волнуется
Почтовый пакуется груз
Мой адрес не дом и не улица
Мой адрес Советский Союз
Мой адрес не дом и не улица
Мой адрес Советский Союз

The heart cares, the heart worries
The mail packs the cargo
My address is not a house or street
My address is the Soviet Union
My address is not a house or street
My address is the Soviet Union

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