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"i'm an english teacher in moscow, but that just means that i'm a clown/babysitter. i get hit on by teenaged females a..."
More about Rachel
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Schools:
Samuel Clemens H S, Attended 1997 - 2001, Class of 2001
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Schools (Other):
Olympia Elementary School, Woodstone Elementary, Wood Middle School, Corbett Junior High, Samuel Clemens High School, Center for Lanugage Studies
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College/University:
Beloit College, Attended 2001 - 2005, Class of 2005, Bachelor's Degree, Bachelor of Arts: Russian, Honorary Degree: Pouting
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Occupation:
Teacher of English
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Affiliations:
the zavidna local $, team you're gonna get fucked up, Free Jon Secada
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Hobbies and Interests:
mtv russia, watching "the L word" dubbed in russian, rubbing against attractive men on the metro
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Favorite Books:
master and margarita, russian playboy, glamour magazine
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Favorite Movies:
the last american virgin
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Favorite Music:
muz-tv music awards in moscow. 50 cent, t.a.t.u. and alla pugachova.
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Favorite TV Shows:
the oc
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
i'm an english teacher in moscow, but that just means that i'm a clown/babysitter. i get hit on by teenaged females a surprising amount, i've had a lock of my hair cut by one of my children, and my students like to draw pictures of me and various russian celebrities. their favourite is dima bilan. and he's mine, too. i like to flirt with the miltsia in red square. moscow is the first city where people don't tell me i look like i'm constantly pissed off. in fact, they tell me that i look "kind." i am a magnet for obsessive russian men and childish american/british men. and lesbian prostitutes. i still haven't seen lenin b/c i'm a little afraid, frankly.
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Who I Want to Meet:
dima bilan, of course. or vova from uma 2rman. or that stacked member of via gra who got kicked out of the band. i love her.
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Siberia?!? Do you KNOW why they sent
people there?
in st. petersburg staring into my crappy
espresso after suffering through an
overnight train and trying not to let the
horrid euro-pop kill my soul, when
suddenly pure pop gold came on. "who
is this?!?" i wondered to myself
(obviously i had been out of the U.S. for
too long). i spun around to see who was
on the huge flat screen t.v. and found out
that it was none other than Ms.
Brittney. "Man," I thought "that Rachel
Lunan sure was on to something, 'cause
this song is some kind of AMAZING."
p.s. i hung out with Jessica yesterday,
and that girl is still crazy. she wants
you to email her.
thought about Rachel and her bad ass.
Then I wasnt scared anymore. She might
beat your ass but she has never
frightened me. In addition to her
aggressive defense, she says funny
things and provides enjoyable
conversation.
must say i love you, valentines attire
and all.
her and drawn to her often in the exact
same moment. The first time I met her
we hugged innumerable times in front of
the French house and I thought to
myself, my, this girl knows how to hug,
which I must say is a important quality
in anyone I chose to associate with,
plus she fucking reads Tolstoy and
highlights important parts with little post
its and knits scarves for her friends.
Honestly, does the shit get much better
than that?