My Mom Says I'm a Dork

Здравствуйте!    That's "Hello" in Russian. I'm currently trying to get a head start on my Blogging homework while waiting on my Russian teacher on Skype, Sergey, or Сергей, if you prefer. I'm sure the latter is less to your taste. He is a very smart man who lives in Belarus, working with my church as our translator. I'm also trying to think of comments for my fellow student's blogs. I'm not very good at commenting on other people's material. So I'm typing this while I think.     I say I am getting a "Head Start" but I'm sure I'll put this post off until later in the week, guaranteed. I don't have much else to say, really. Things are going as they normally do, I guess. I ate some Goldfish crackers a few minutes ago, if that counts for anything. Now I should probably go comment on some blogs.  до свидания. (Bye.)   

       So... I forgot about writing a blog post this week. In my defense, I've been pretty busy. Went to work twice this week, but yes I should have remembered it. (Also in my defense I was inducted into the National Honor Society.) Anyways, I'll try to avoid this inconvenience in the future. Sorry to my teacher and the two people from India who visit my blog.    

    My interest in Fallout began when my grandparents bought me a second-hand Xbox 360 for quite a cheap price. It came with a few games, but the two that caught my eye were Fallout 3 and Fallout: New Vegas . I started with absolutely no idea what the games were about, but slowly I became more and more engrossed in the story and atmosphere. I mostly played New Vegas for the sole reason that it had a better tutorial. I eventually grew more and more accustomed to it.    The story behind Fallout can get long and complicated, so I'll only focus on what makes it great to me. The story starts with a second Cold War in 2077. The world looks much like the 50s, but with far more technological advancements. Robots, power armor, laser/plasma weapons, you name it. At the peak of this new Cold War, the world is ravaged by nuclear bombs, forcing those who are fortunate enough into Vaults. The Vaults were believed to help people, but they were more of social experiments. After a while, t