Almost down to the hour, I was born! (My birthday is July 31st, but we are on Russian time when I'm talking about my birthday.)
Look at my photogenic family. Vova was quite a fox already, at age 2. This was taken June 1989. My mama, papa and V-rock welcomed me a year from then. I am told it was sunny, warm morning, much like this morning in Penza.
My grandma called me first. I wasn't quite ready to admit that I was turning 19, so I cried. (Well, also because I miss them.) Then I called my parents and asked them why they weren't calling me. It was fun.
I will leave you with these two pictures:
1.5 years old here. The one on the right was taken a few seconds ago. My 18th year was a bit of roller coaster (as it should be, I suppose). There were a lot of setbacks, but I think that my quality of life has improved overall. I am determined to make my 19th year continue the trend.
(I should really get back to working on my take-home exam now. Forrest is going to call me at midnight! Yaaaay!)