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It's really weird the kind of posts that get commented on, and then the kinds that don't...
Very weird.
Example- six posts (okay, yeah, so three are from me) on the post about Sunny Delight, but none on the one about life and random things... the " [insert witty title here]" one. I don't know why. And it doesn't really matter. I guess sometimes what I write is only whatever is going through my head at the time- random thoughts or abstract ideas, funny stories or exaggerated complaints. It all depends. And the abstract ideas and funny stories are easier to reply to, I think, depending on who you are and who I am, of course. Hmm.
So... I have a lot to do this weekend. I've got a math project, a British Lit paper, and a Spanish paper revision to do, a French test to study for, a French "lecture" and a Spanish conversation to prepare, plus the random homework assignments that I should do. On the positive side, I've done about two and a half out of those seven, so... it's getting there. I haven't really started the Lit paper, so I think Sunday's going to be a long day. AH and I have store meeting on Sunday, too.
See, posts like this. I feel like people wouldn't have much to say about the mundane parts of my life, you know? I don't have much to say about mundane parts of other people's lives, after all.
This has been a really nice weekend so far. I skipped classes on Friday. XD hehe. Literature and Spanish. But I told my Spanish teacher in advance, so I could take a quiz. I'm a good student, I am. Truly. And... hmm... good company, good music, good talks, good work.
I met a woman from... Bulgaria, I think? It was hard for me to understand when she said it. I was waiting for orchestra rehearsal to be over, and her husband was in the orchestra, so she was waiting, too. The first half of their rehearsal, I did school work, but after the break, she and I talked until the end of the rehearsal. We talked about random things... I don't even remember how it started... I think I made some comment about waiting again, and about being cold... a vent was blowing directly on me. She offered me a spot on the couch, and then her sweater, which she didn't really need...
But all this is inconsequential. She was doing applications for grad school (she's a pianist) and stuff, and, since I've been doing college apps lately, we had stuff to talk about. And apparently she's from Alabama, too. I mean, she's living there now. She went to college in Florida, and is from, as I said, Bulgaria. Or something like that. Eastern Europe...
I really like being here (for all the obvious reasons, and then) because of all the accents, and the languages, and... yes. And I get to hear Spanish spoken by people who can actually pronounce it (a little annoyance towards the Spanish-speaking Americans now...), which is beautiful, really. It is a beautiful language.
*sigh* I just like life so much at this moment. And, you know what's weird? I'm just laying here, on the funny comforter with flowers and branches and the occasional bird, listening to a Christmas song, and I'm really happy. (okay, so obviously I'll be even happier when he gets back, and we can go to lunch or to wherever we will go, but still. The point is- I'm just so glad I'm alive right now.)
Very weird.
Example- six posts (okay, yeah, so three are from me) on the post about Sunny Delight, but none on the one about life and random things... the " [insert witty title here]" one. I don't know why. And it doesn't really matter. I guess sometimes what I write is only whatever is going through my head at the time- random thoughts or abstract ideas, funny stories or exaggerated complaints. It all depends. And the abstract ideas and funny stories are easier to reply to, I think, depending on who you are and who I am, of course. Hmm.
So... I have a lot to do this weekend. I've got a math project, a British Lit paper, and a Spanish paper revision to do, a French test to study for, a French "lecture" and a Spanish conversation to prepare, plus the random homework assignments that I should do. On the positive side, I've done about two and a half out of those seven, so... it's getting there. I haven't really started the Lit paper, so I think Sunday's going to be a long day. AH and I have store meeting on Sunday, too.
See, posts like this. I feel like people wouldn't have much to say about the mundane parts of my life, you know? I don't have much to say about mundane parts of other people's lives, after all.
This has been a really nice weekend so far. I skipped classes on Friday. XD hehe. Literature and Spanish. But I told my Spanish teacher in advance, so I could take a quiz. I'm a good student, I am. Truly. And... hmm... good company, good music, good talks, good work.
I met a woman from... Bulgaria, I think? It was hard for me to understand when she said it. I was waiting for orchestra rehearsal to be over, and her husband was in the orchestra, so she was waiting, too. The first half of their rehearsal, I did school work, but after the break, she and I talked until the end of the rehearsal. We talked about random things... I don't even remember how it started... I think I made some comment about waiting again, and about being cold... a vent was blowing directly on me. She offered me a spot on the couch, and then her sweater, which she didn't really need...
But all this is inconsequential. She was doing applications for grad school (she's a pianist) and stuff, and, since I've been doing college apps lately, we had stuff to talk about. And apparently she's from Alabama, too. I mean, she's living there now. She went to college in Florida, and is from, as I said, Bulgaria. Or something like that. Eastern Europe...
I really like being here (for all the obvious reasons, and then) because of all the accents, and the languages, and... yes. And I get to hear Spanish spoken by people who can actually pronounce it (a little annoyance towards the Spanish-speaking Americans now...), which is beautiful, really. It is a beautiful language.
*sigh* I just like life so much at this moment. And, you know what's weird? I'm just laying here, on the funny comforter with flowers and branches and the occasional bird, listening to a Christmas song, and I'm really happy. (okay, so obviously I'll be even happier when he gets back, and we can go to lunch or to wherever we will go, but still. The point is- I'm just so glad I'm alive right now.)