Oh dear, oh dear

Having been tagged by JackGoff, I have to comply with the laws of the cyber-verse. If you thought Spartan law was tough…

Right. So. Five things no one (or almost no one) knows about me are:

1. I dig Enya.

2. I know a fair bit of Elvish. By “fair” I, of course, mean that I will never be able to impress my friends on the Barrowdowns, but whatever.*edit* Oh wait, like, everyone knows that. Hm. Well, there is something I hadn’t thought about lately, but here it is: I may dislike a person intensely, but the minute I look at a picture of them smiling, I want to believe that they have good in them. Case in point: those smiling portraits of George W. Bush. People make fun of them. I cannot. Perhaps this has to do with my endless quest for some sort of moral absolution, I am not sure. *edit*

3. I used to be very much into cooking – when I was small. I was very much into making jams and pies and broths with grandma, and then dreadful “creative insecurity” set in. Now I’m lucky if I bother with instant noodles. Everyone knows the latter part. Not everyone knows the former.

4. I used to have weird, nationalistic ideas about Russia – a country I never even lived in (although my heritage is half-Russian, and my first language is Russian, and a lot of my earliest and most fundamental literary influences are Russian). I was ashamed of the title “Ukrainian” and even “American.” I wanted to live in Moscow. I also wanted to have, like, eight blue-eyed kids.

5. I once got into a brawl with a bunch of boys in school, and ended up with a bloody nose. Of course, I also gave someone else a split lip. My parents chided me and made me cry. I was very resentful after that – I plotted to run away, and find myself a new parent, someone like Arnold Schwarznegger. Arnold would have appreciated me!

And now, from my lofty perch, I tag: Alex, Maryam, Rachel, Olechko, and Charlotte.