so apparently "I'm trying to grow my hair out because I want long hair. just a little little little bit off the ends"
translates into Bulgarian as,
"I'd like it all chopped off, please. And the quicker you could make that happen, the better"

here is the picture of exactly what i didn't want.
if i don't look happy in the picture, it is because i'm not.


however, i'm willing to bet i'm a whole lot happier than this guy at the sofia zoo.

One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

happy holidays

so thursday was a holiday here.
which is a huge suprise, i know.
i'd have to say though, that out of the roughly million and ten holidays we have, this was one of my favorites. mainly because it included fireworks and hiking up to a memorial in the hills.
this particual holiday, unlike the vast majority, was not for a person's name.
no, thurday was the 130th anniversary of my town, zlataritsa, being freed from turkish rule.
which seems, to me, a very credible and valid reason to celebrate.
although, who can argue with the celebratory grounds of "congratulations! your name is Ivan!"
a party pooper.
that's who.

so, just so you can feel like you were right there with me, here ya go:

mk

makedonija be6e fantasti4na.
and the people were right. we couldn't understand their macedonian for crap but they understood our bulgarian perfectly.
luckily it didn't much matter because everyone spoke english.
it was a nice vacation.