Dariya Makhova

Born: Almaty, Kazakhstan.

Favorite Movie: Ирония судьбы, или С лёгким паром! Translation? The Irony of Fate, or Enjoy Your Bath!

First Food Memory: Syrup Kasha.

Hair color:  Who knows? I haven’t since I was four.

Coolest Person I Haven’t Met Yet: Steven Jobs

Best Thing to Ever Happen to Television: Big Bang Theory

Ridiculous Fact: I get motion sickness from video games.

Soundtrack to My Life: The Killers- Spaceman. Please do ask why.

Since you’ve kept reading through my impersonal attempt at revealing the gritty details of who I am, I might as well quench your thirst for a tall glass of crazy .

I don’t recall answering the ever-dominant question,” who do you want to be when you grow up?” until I was required to write an essay about it for college. Still, even if I was asked the question at a naive age of four I’d probably ignore it. It’s ridiculous to think that there comes a moment in one’s life when the growing process stops. Sure physically maybe, but shrinking counts as growth in the opposite direction.

What would I measure success in? The people that surround me. Everyone who reads this blog entry already has brownie points for living in the mecca that is New York City. The people that can stand us are a representation of who we are.  I can say without bias that I’m surrounded by some amazing people. Guess that makes me kinda awesome.

It’s hard to list my expectations, hopes and concerns because I don’t like to look that far ahead. Taking it one day at a time works better for me.  Hopes can’t replace action. Concerns are distractions. Graduating and getting a job seems to be the obvious answer, but if I fall into a pattern of measuring my successes through a bank account and a fancy piece of paper then I might as well pick my poison.

I’d like to give an overview of the events that influenced my developing psyche. I’ve tried to go in-depth for an autobiography assignment. I left it as is on page sixteen. Now you might want to know the grizzly details for all of them but everything will come in time.

There’s the almost watery grave. A painful lesson in gravity. The great outdoors in a tiny backpack. A flight to Moscow. The case of the chairs and the snickers commercial. The final transition. The great discovery of the orange pumpkin. The Russian domination of an E.S.L class . The physical bout for honor and a hula-hoop.  An unfortunate series of events for an eagle.  The case of a missing pen and a mouth full of green.  The battle for what’s right and what’s redneck.  The redefinition of a social experiment. Mr. Gray and the bleak, bleak world. College Club Fight Now.

Each and every tittle has its own lucrative aspect. Some share in comedy. Others in…    Dramatic pause

All are little anatomical aspects that combine to make a Dasha.

Seems like I’ve still good your attention. Good. I’ve hit word number 500,which means I should wrap this expose up. I know how zenith feels.  I know how nadir feels. I appreciate both equally because they make life interesting. I get through each with equal gusto and leave them where they belong.

In conclusion, С лёгким паром!