I exercised this morning at like eight and it felt good, even though it was too fucking cold to drive the golf cart. I tell you what: with my first big acting and/or modeling check, I am buying a car. A nice, warm one. Yay! Although I can't really drive it by myself yet, legally. Sucks. Speaking of which, since my passport and birth certificate translation came in, I can go get my learner's now! (Somewhere, Lena is raising an eyebrow at me, thinking up a smarty pants thing to say about her car. :P ) Before, the Newnan and Fayetteville DMVS's were snarky and rude, saying they couldnt accept my birth certificate because it was translated in LA and they wouldn't give me the test without seeing my passport, even though I had a valid proof of citizenship with me. I thought that was dumb. What am I going to do, run down Americans? I'm just as "American" as anyone else here! I don't even have an accent! And you know what else?! I am fucking tired of telling people I'm Russian, because they always go "Ooooh, you're a commie" and start flapping their big fat jaws talking about all the fucking "reds" their grandfather/grandmother/dog/entire family killed in the war. So what, huh? What are you going to do if I AM Russian? Sit on me? oooh, tell the government on me? NEWSFLASH: THE COLD WAR IS ***OVER***. I'm proud of my heritage, and I think it sucks that whoever makes fun of it doesn't have any heritage at all, except maybe McDonalds and Sears.