diagnosis: seductobookitis
there's one very unfortunate part about going for doctor's appointments at the university of toronto health services: the fact that said health services office is in the same building as... (dun dun dun) the BOOKSTORE!!!
now i know this may not be a huge issue for a few of the people who read this, but the rest of you i'm sure sympathize with me in a syndrome i have just dubbed seductobookitis -- where you can't walk by a bookstore without walking in and bankrupting yourself. well, i have succumbed once more to the perils of my ever-gullible-to-seductobookitis-and-marketing mind.
what's particularly bad about the u of t bookstore is that they have a whole huge section full of language texts! call me a geek, but i get very excited by foreign language texts and (believe it or not) dictionaries. so anyway, after surviving my aforementioned doctor's appointment WITHOUT getting my blood sucked for once (i think this is the first time in over a year and a half that i've made an appointment with these people in which they didn't decide that i needed blood tests -- even when the appointments were only for prescription renewals or something equally "harmless") i decided that i deserved a reward. (in other words, i was looking for a good excuse to go buy some cool books.)
so, anyway my expedition has garnered an excellent haul, including an experimental forage into my newest language territory with an italian-english dictionary; and taking a further step on my quest to understand my friends from spain when they speak in their native mumbojumbo that remarkably resembles the spanish language but lacks consonants, i also bought a dictionary of spanish slang.
if only i could absorb all of the vocab in these books by osmosis. damn. quest for fluency still in progress. check back for advancements in 10 years.
now i know this may not be a huge issue for a few of the people who read this, but the rest of you i'm sure sympathize with me in a syndrome i have just dubbed seductobookitis -- where you can't walk by a bookstore without walking in and bankrupting yourself. well, i have succumbed once more to the perils of my ever-gullible-to-seductobookitis-and-marketing mind.
what's particularly bad about the u of t bookstore is that they have a whole huge section full of language texts! call me a geek, but i get very excited by foreign language texts and (believe it or not) dictionaries. so anyway, after surviving my aforementioned doctor's appointment WITHOUT getting my blood sucked for once (i think this is the first time in over a year and a half that i've made an appointment with these people in which they didn't decide that i needed blood tests -- even when the appointments were only for prescription renewals or something equally "harmless") i decided that i deserved a reward. (in other words, i was looking for a good excuse to go buy some cool books.)
so, anyway my expedition has garnered an excellent haul, including an experimental forage into my newest language territory with an italian-english dictionary; and taking a further step on my quest to understand my friends from spain when they speak in their native mumbojumbo that remarkably resembles the spanish language but lacks consonants, i also bought a dictionary of spanish slang.
if only i could absorb all of the vocab in these books by osmosis. damn. quest for fluency still in progress. check back for advancements in 10 years.