reading disorder

i think i maybe liked moscow a tad bit better than st.petes even though that girl suggested that i shove my train ticket down my shirt so no one would steal it. yeah, a tad bit better. now that the sun isnt showing up things are more monotonous and im only going to halfway halfass this post. because its pretty much a message that i sent to bradley after reading his bradley oliver blog and he likes it and his taste level is pretty refined so ima spit it out again.

we were staying at this really gross {nice but super trashy} hotel called cosmos that had all these flashing lights and was next to the cosmonaut musuem featuring the stuffed deceased cosmonaut dogs {which was of course closed for renovation like everthing else in russia of course}. but anyway a large group of international olympic swimmers was also staying there and we were looking for our coordinator irina and we passed a room with a handwritten sign in english and japanese and i read it too fast and read "Japanther" and was all at once confused and excited and passed by the room several times very slyly trying to take a peek until i finally spied inside a japanese man lying naked face down on his bed and then another japanese man in jockey underwear and i think the one was giving the other a massage because it makes the most sense realised "Japanther" actually read "Japanesetrainer." they both made eye contact with me but nothing happened. the end.

i really wanted to see the cosmonaut sabaki Belka and Strelka real real bad and who would have thought that the cosmos hotel is directly adjacent to the cosmonaut museum. there's a rather beautiful sculpture of a rocket launching against the sky and when the sunset the light hit it right and it glistened. and then the moon came out and the cosmos hotel lit up. like they have flashing lights all over it. i was a little scared the show might keep me up or give me horrid nightmares or the other kinds of bad things that happen with flashing lights. none of that happened. i slept like a baby. although the carpet in all the other floors was space themed and i believe the furniture was metallic. ours wasn't. some vomity color carpet i believe and the furniture looked like it was bought at a yard sale. and the door shocked us every time we opened it.
i also just looked up the cosmonaut sabaki and figured i would share about about animals in space that i looked at. a monkey was the first animal in space. i mean they sent up fruitflies, but i just dont think that counts. The first was Albert the second and he died on impact. Besides dogs the USSR sent up mice, guinea pigs and frogs. And then they decided to send a tortoise in orbit around the moon. The french sent a rat and then two cats, one of which died. And thats my bookreport on animalsinspace. I dunno, i kind of think its interesting about these animals in space and "first spiderweb in space" and things. one night my fake dad talked about the theory that america never went to the moon. and then he said something awkward about black people. like most dinners.