British history is an interesting one, especially when taught by the monotone man, who is actually one of my favourite lecturers – no sarcasm at all.

Shout outs very quickly to my first two comments and also to Sam (who is sitting next to me) and Julia – who are both aging by a WHOLE year tomorow! (Twenty and eighteen respectively.)

Now, where were we? Ah yes, British history, the first world war to be exact. Not my favourite war – that’s the Russo-Japanese war of the early 1900s – but still a great war in itself.

Speaking of war – excuse me America, whatchu doing trying to boss Russia around? Sure they invaded Georgia (my sister in spirit, seeing as we came to exist almost at the same time) but hello! America! Who haven’t you gone to war against? Seriously. Get out of Iraq and then MAYBE Russia will listen to you. They don’t like hypocrites, even if they are hypocrites themselves. (As all countries are.)

Yeah, that’s all I’ve really got to say on that topic, besides: “GO GEORGIA!”, seeing as I must support my kindred.

Speaking of which, apparently Georgia and Russia are playing eachother later today in the Olympics volleyball, thrilling stuff. Should be a very interesting match – maybe that battle will prove a huge decider in the winner of the war? Maybe not. Either way, I’m going to try and catch it on tv.

So, with my (unofficial) namesake and her old mother land at war, I find myself torn between my Socialist beliefs (such of which once tried to exist in Russia) and my sisterland, wondering who has the right intentions. Only so much can be reported in the news.

I shall continue to watch this conflict closely, as should you, and hopefully the outcome is one that makes me smile. GO GEORGIA! (No, really.)


p.s. please stop the fighting.

p.p.s. where in the world is kt?