(no subject)
How good is the WEA??
I wish I heard about them sooner. It's totally amazing!
So. For nonna's 80th I decided that I am going to learn Italian. Well I also got her a windchime but that's a crap present. It was my brothers idea.
Well I didn't decide that JUST for her birthday, it was just a good excuse, hehe. I should just know it. And I'm sick of getting shit at any sort of gathering of Italians for not knowing it. But really, that's bullshit anyway. Because they're all, or at least the majority are Venetos, and speak their own wacky dialect. I've never been to Italy, how am I supposed to know. And I grew up with only one Italian parent, who only spoke Italian once a week on the phone to his mum. This was in Canada too, so.. no Italian.
"But that's no excuse, because the most formative years of knowing a language is before the age of five! What's wrong with you?" Yeah, yeah.
Anyway, it's totally embarassing. One time I was immitating my dad and copying his Italian, and everyone cracked up until they were practically crying because of my accent, and even worse attempt at an Italian accent. It's traumatising. I'm sensitive!
Back to the point, WEA was recommended for Italian. Cheap, blah blah, easy. So just now I've been looking through courses and couldn't stop laughing. It's amazing what you can take classes for! And what people will teach! I sort of wish I never went to uni and could just take dozens and dozens of these classes. How good would that be?
There's even one on Scrabble, and how to play (and win, I assume)! And balloon animals, which I seriously want to do, and classes on how to entertain, and make small talk, and how to find "mr. right", and how to dress, etc. I probably need all of these.
I'm never going to be bored again this winter, because I'm going to do hundreds of these, haha.
Hmm.. what else. I dunno, bit of frustration, disappointment, etc. But it happens. Generally I've been happy, which is good, things just keep on moving.
Jessica keeps saying that she is going to come here by September 1st. I hope she does. I miss her, and it was so weird not having a best friend for years, and then coming home, and.. having one, and generally being inseperable to the point of sleeping in the same bed every night, to.. not having a best mate again. I miss the cuddles, and the late night chats, and her nagging me to wake up early to go to the gym every morning. I think she generally made me a better person. Okay, enough of that.
I don't miss the fights though.. Oh hellll no. Haha. But the make-ups, yes.
It'll be funny if she comes, I wonder how we'll be. We fight heaps, and it was bad enough when we had our own cars, and sort of our 'own city', to get around in, and seperate houses if we were shitty with each other to go to. Well not bad, it was usually at least entertaining for the most part, and as she always used to say, I'd rather fight with her, then be friends with anyone else. Dawwww.
But if she comes here, it's one teeeeeeny flat, and a whole strange city for her, and no place to go, and no family, etc. Not that we fight that bad, but still. It's going to be funny. I'll look after her!
I'm going to go mental, I can feel it already. But I can't wait.
One time she was on her period and PMSing like nobodies business, because she only gets her rag like once every eight months, so it must all build up or something, haha, and she made me cry in front of the grocery store. Yeah, I totally can't wait for more of that. Hehe.
I wish I heard about them sooner. It's totally amazing!
So. For nonna's 80th I decided that I am going to learn Italian. Well I also got her a windchime but that's a crap present. It was my brothers idea.
Well I didn't decide that JUST for her birthday, it was just a good excuse, hehe. I should just know it. And I'm sick of getting shit at any sort of gathering of Italians for not knowing it. But really, that's bullshit anyway. Because they're all, or at least the majority are Venetos, and speak their own wacky dialect. I've never been to Italy, how am I supposed to know. And I grew up with only one Italian parent, who only spoke Italian once a week on the phone to his mum. This was in Canada too, so.. no Italian.
"But that's no excuse, because the most formative years of knowing a language is before the age of five! What's wrong with you?" Yeah, yeah.
Anyway, it's totally embarassing. One time I was immitating my dad and copying his Italian, and everyone cracked up until they were practically crying because of my accent, and even worse attempt at an Italian accent. It's traumatising. I'm sensitive!
Back to the point, WEA was recommended for Italian. Cheap, blah blah, easy. So just now I've been looking through courses and couldn't stop laughing. It's amazing what you can take classes for! And what people will teach! I sort of wish I never went to uni and could just take dozens and dozens of these classes. How good would that be?
There's even one on Scrabble, and how to play (and win, I assume)! And balloon animals, which I seriously want to do, and classes on how to entertain, and make small talk, and how to find "mr. right", and how to dress, etc. I probably need all of these.
I'm never going to be bored again this winter, because I'm going to do hundreds of these, haha.
Hmm.. what else. I dunno, bit of frustration, disappointment, etc. But it happens. Generally I've been happy, which is good, things just keep on moving.
Jessica keeps saying that she is going to come here by September 1st. I hope she does. I miss her, and it was so weird not having a best friend for years, and then coming home, and.. having one, and generally being inseperable to the point of sleeping in the same bed every night, to.. not having a best mate again. I miss the cuddles, and the late night chats, and her nagging me to wake up early to go to the gym every morning. I think she generally made me a better person. Okay, enough of that.
I don't miss the fights though.. Oh hellll no. Haha. But the make-ups, yes.
It'll be funny if she comes, I wonder how we'll be. We fight heaps, and it was bad enough when we had our own cars, and sort of our 'own city', to get around in, and seperate houses if we were shitty with each other to go to. Well not bad, it was usually at least entertaining for the most part, and as she always used to say, I'd rather fight with her, then be friends with anyone else. Dawwww.
But if she comes here, it's one teeeeeeny flat, and a whole strange city for her, and no place to go, and no family, etc. Not that we fight that bad, but still. It's going to be funny. I'll look after her!
I'm going to go mental, I can feel it already. But I can't wait.
One time she was on her period and PMSing like nobodies business, because she only gets her rag like once every eight months, so it must all build up or something, haha, and she made me cry in front of the grocery store. Yeah, I totally can't wait for more of that. Hehe.