Updates fLuurom New Hampshire
Hey everyone,
Tomorrow is my last day in New Hampshire. It's been great seeing how grown up my cousins have gotten. I remember when they were geeky kids who couldn't really care about anything past video games and TV shows (be noted that it's okay to love both as long as other interests are also pursued--otherwise this would be a self-condemnation). We've done here that I haven't had time to do for the last year--namely play sports, go to the beach, tour cities, etc.
I have been officially homeless for almost two weeks now, but I've gotten used to living completely out of a suitcase. Last week I crashed at my OTHER cousin's house for a week, and got to see what life will be like when I'm in my late twenties (assuming I retain my affection for partying and manage to evade marriage). It was nice being only 5 miles away from work (instead of 27 when I lived at USC, or 55 if I were to live at home). The only problem is that I have to commute from Long beach to Tujunga often to retrieve things I have put away in temporary storage. When there was a miscommunication on Friday night, I had to drive 150 miles to pick up my contacts lenses (to and from Tujunga 3 times)...
The plane ride was long, but I got to chat with two very sweet, very pretty girls who are going to USC. It makes me sad that I'm leaving. It's amazing how much of a 180 my personal life can take when I don't really care (read 90% of the time that I travel). Unfortunately, the numbers I collect are ultimately useless as there is a slim chance of repeat travel to that area, but c'est la vie.
It seems as though I have a very good chance of working for Z-axis games, in which case I can finally move myself out of storage and settle down in Foster City. While this idea excites me greatly, I'm both afraid of finally splitting myself from my dear friends and family, and afraid of jinxing my chances and thus not getting the position. SO, this is all you'll be hearing from me on the subject for awhile. I'm crossing my fingers...
My French has sincerely improved since I've come here. Since my family on my dad's side is all Lebanese, most of them speak Arabic, French and English by the time they are seven or so. While I have to endure constant jeers about my inability to speak Arabic and several jibes about my accent, I have been able to communicate pretty well with my youngest cousins, who have little to no command of the English language, by speaking in French. I have seriously surprised myself with the amount of French vocabulary and grammar I can remember, and my respect for Madame Cane's aggressive style of teaching has increased as a result.
Anyway, the true test will come Thursday when we depart from Bedford, NH and head for Montréal, Canada. I've been told that the majority of denizens of the city prefer to speak French instead of English (and many speak little to no English anyway). I'll probably update when I get back. Until then, be safe and have fun. Oh, and wear sunscreen. I got seriously burned again. When will I learn?
À bientôt!
Tomorrow is my last day in New Hampshire. It's been great seeing how grown up my cousins have gotten. I remember when they were geeky kids who couldn't really care about anything past video games and TV shows (be noted that it's okay to love both as long as other interests are also pursued--otherwise this would be a self-condemnation). We've done here that I haven't had time to do for the last year--namely play sports, go to the beach, tour cities, etc.
I have been officially homeless for almost two weeks now, but I've gotten used to living completely out of a suitcase. Last week I crashed at my OTHER cousin's house for a week, and got to see what life will be like when I'm in my late twenties (assuming I retain my affection for partying and manage to evade marriage). It was nice being only 5 miles away from work (instead of 27 when I lived at USC, or 55 if I were to live at home). The only problem is that I have to commute from Long beach to Tujunga often to retrieve things I have put away in temporary storage. When there was a miscommunication on Friday night, I had to drive 150 miles to pick up my contacts lenses (to and from Tujunga 3 times)...
The plane ride was long, but I got to chat with two very sweet, very pretty girls who are going to USC. It makes me sad that I'm leaving. It's amazing how much of a 180 my personal life can take when I don't really care (read 90% of the time that I travel). Unfortunately, the numbers I collect are ultimately useless as there is a slim chance of repeat travel to that area, but c'est la vie.
It seems as though I have a very good chance of working for Z-axis games, in which case I can finally move myself out of storage and settle down in Foster City. While this idea excites me greatly, I'm both afraid of finally splitting myself from my dear friends and family, and afraid of jinxing my chances and thus not getting the position. SO, this is all you'll be hearing from me on the subject for awhile. I'm crossing my fingers...
My French has sincerely improved since I've come here. Since my family on my dad's side is all Lebanese, most of them speak Arabic, French and English by the time they are seven or so. While I have to endure constant jeers about my inability to speak Arabic and several jibes about my accent, I have been able to communicate pretty well with my youngest cousins, who have little to no command of the English language, by speaking in French. I have seriously surprised myself with the amount of French vocabulary and grammar I can remember, and my respect for Madame Cane's aggressive style of teaching has increased as a result.
Anyway, the true test will come Thursday when we depart from Bedford, NH and head for Montréal, Canada. I've been told that the majority of denizens of the city prefer to speak French instead of English (and many speak little to no English anyway). I'll probably update when I get back. Until then, be safe and have fun. Oh, and wear sunscreen. I got seriously burned again. When will I learn?
À bientôt!