I should just give up saying I'm not dead and pretend to be a zombie
I graduated from high school. A month ago, in fact. The speech I gave went over well, mercifully. I'll be going to the University of Chicago.
The most important thing to do between now and then (then being late September, UChicago's on an off-kilter quarter schedule) is purchase a laptop. Preferably before my desktop gives out completely. The latest bug is that I can type Japanese in a Word document, but not on the Internet. This while my computer is explicitly prohibited from updating, because I know updates make things worse. Wtf, Windows, seriously.
I have decided to screw any sensible method and just learn the jouyou kanji (and whatever others catch my eye as being important) in a way that will make sense to no one but myself and my dictionary. I'd like to use an SRS, but the repeated copy-pasting that would require is a pain.
I haven't gushed here yet about Vienna Teng's new album, Inland Territory. But I feel it expresses very well why she's my favorite singer. I also listened yesterday to Regina Spektor's new CD on the NPR website, and very much enjoyed it.
Saw Star Trek last Sunday, and liked it despite not being a Trekkie. This parody is actually a pretty accurate description. The fandom is a bit awe-inspiring, as is seeing the original slash pairing in action (like in this fanvid, set to Lady Gaga's Poker Face, of all things. It works scarily well).
In other news, there's a friend of a friend that I made a fool of myself flirting with the last time I saw him who has apparently turned out to be gay. Not that it does me much good, since we're all headed off to college. But there aren't so many intelligent, decent-looking gay guys of my age that I can afford to ignore one just because he'll be a state away.
The most important thing to do between now and then (then being late September, UChicago's on an off-kilter quarter schedule) is purchase a laptop. Preferably before my desktop gives out completely. The latest bug is that I can type Japanese in a Word document, but not on the Internet. This while my computer is explicitly prohibited from updating, because I know updates make things worse. Wtf, Windows, seriously.
I have decided to screw any sensible method and just learn the jouyou kanji (and whatever others catch my eye as being important) in a way that will make sense to no one but myself and my dictionary. I'd like to use an SRS, but the repeated copy-pasting that would require is a pain.
I haven't gushed here yet about Vienna Teng's new album, Inland Territory. But I feel it expresses very well why she's my favorite singer. I also listened yesterday to Regina Spektor's new CD on the NPR website, and very much enjoyed it.
Saw Star Trek last Sunday, and liked it despite not being a Trekkie. This parody is actually a pretty accurate description. The fandom is a bit awe-inspiring, as is seeing the original slash pairing in action (like in this fanvid, set to Lady Gaga's Poker Face, of all things. It works scarily well).
In other news, there's a friend of a friend that I made a fool of myself flirting with the last time I saw him who has apparently turned out to be gay. Not that it does me much good, since we're all headed off to college. But there aren't so many intelligent, decent-looking gay guys of my age that I can afford to ignore one just because he'll be a state away.