I've just came home from Spring Chorus Concert.
Broadway songs, bright dresses, masks, ,lots of people, friends...
It was alright, when we mess up people had no idea we did so who cares..
I don't even want to think about it right now.
My host family came everyone of them.. But I think they came coz they felt like they had to.
Ashlyn came because as she said "I promised Christine that I come" when I asked her to come twice.
Exactly, who cares...
M came, though he had track "districs" and he made it back on time to see me.
I'm glad to see somebody who cares. Really. Something real, honest, truethful.
The only thing that makes me happy tonight.
45 days suddenly appeared in the profile of my diary.
45... a month and a little bit.

I downloaded one song yesterday and it made me sad for 2 days. Man, this is such a sad song..
Confused with all of my feelings again, trying to figure myself out.

Yesterday I really imagined my parents and Liza (my sister) in Moscow last summer, our last days together... I never remembered them well, I was thinking more about other events.
But in my imagination they were so real.. so real!
And I could assume we're gonna meet each other again this July. In Moscow.
Feels weird to think about it.
I haven't thought of it much before all surrounded by 1 000 000 things to do.
I have a box infront of me to start packing with winter stuff and my boots.