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I took a test I saw in claudiall's LJ because it was funny. Turns out...
Italian
[1] The Godfather is a great movie.
[0]Your grandmother makes her own sauce.
[2] Your last name ends in a vowel
[0] You know how a real meatball tastes.
[0] You know a lot of italian songs.
[0] You have dark hair and dark eye color
[1] You speak some italian.
[2]You are under 5'10''.
[2] Pizza is the best food in the world.
[1]You talk with your hands.
Total = 9
Hispanic
[0] You say member instead of Remember
[0] You speak spanish.
[1] You love rice and Beans.
[0] YoU TyPe lIkE ThIs On Da CoMpUtEr.
[0] You are dark skinned but not black! but brown
[0] You know what a Bodega is.
[2] You talk fast.
[2]had highlights or dyed your hair.
Total =5
Russian
[0] you say villain as: Vee-lon
[1]you know of sombody named boris/natasha
[2] you get cold easily
[1] you are short tempered
[2] white white skinned
[0] you are athletic
[0] snow is fun for you
[0] You get into contests often
[0] You can easily make due with the cold weather
Total = 6
Irish
[0] beer is the best.
[1] You have a bad temper.
[0] Your last name starts with a Mc OR Murph or O' or Fitz or ends with a ly,on,un,ry.
[1] You have blue or green eyes.
[0] You like the color green.
[0] You have been to a st. pattys day party.
[2] You never had a hangover
[0] you have family from Ireland.
Total = 4
Black
[1]you say nigga/nukka casually
[1] You have nappy hair
[2] LOVE/LIKE rap
[2] You talk with slang
[0] You know how to shoot a gun
[2] You think President George Walker Bush is racist
[1] You like chicken
[2]u LOVE watermelon
Total = 11
Asian
[1] you love RICE
[2]you are smart
[0] you have played the piano
[0] you have family from asia
[0]you have tiny feet
[1]you laugh sometimes covering your mouth
[1] you can read manga in the original right-to-left form
Total = 5
German
[1] You like bread
[2] You think American Chocolate would be better with less Sugar
[0] You dont drink your soda without ice
[0] You Speak intermediate German
[1] You know what Schnitzel is and you love it
[0] You are Lutheran
[2] You hate it when stupid people call you a Nazi
[2] You went to Kindergarten
[0] you're over 5' 10"
Total: = 8
Canadian
[0] You like hockey
[0] You like beer
[1] You say eh
[2] You don't believe war is the answer
[0] You know what poutine is
[1] You speak some french
[0] You love Tim Horton's
[0] At one point you lived in a cabin
[0] You have gotten high
Total = 4
This week's been okay. Worked with accounting at mom's job. Letting me work with accounting is a good illustration of what's wrong with hiring people because they're your relatives. On my level, what you need the most is concentration and what you don't need at all is creative thinking. Creative is what I'm good at. Concentration is what I've never been even remotely okay at. I amuse myself by asking uncomfortable questions. "Mom, why do you buy paper with no holes in it, when you then make holes in everything you print out?"
"We don't make holes in invoices we send out and other letters"
"Yeah, but you make holes is all post you receive, so it just means that the ones who will get your letters will make holes".
I do this because I'm five years old.
My Lindy Hop class has started. It was fun, even though I made a mistake to clean at the office before that and my hands smelled like disgusting rubber gloves. My both neighbours are in it, so I have company on my way home and I have lab rats for new moves. Purrfect!
Now to more depressing things. My maternal grandfather is, to put things short, in such a shape that mom called the Russian embassy today to see if there was some possibility to get a "emergency" visa. They told her that they need a medical certificate signed by his doctor (she forgot to ask if fax was okay, it's not improbable that they want it sent by physical mail). They also need proof of her being his daughter. She has her birth certificate, but it has her maiden name in it. It looks like she needs to find a certificate of her marriage to my father. She's not completely sure that she hasn't lost it, but almost.
I'm not saying anything about heartless bueraucracy or social security numbers, I'm not blaming anyone and I'm not going into childish fits about howIhatethatcountrysometimes. It's just that there is a risk that my mother won't get to see her dad one final time because she's lost a piece of paper on something that happened 23 years ago. And it makes me quite sad.
Some Russian LJ-wank and discussion about why Russians are so *cough* impolite has lead me to a Russian comm with illustrations to children's books. Will rec it in storybookland when I make a weekend post, but you can get it now: kidpix
storybookland has had some serious eyecandy recently. Like illustrations from ASIFA (check out their illustration gallery, absolutely gorgeous things) and a girl's pictures to a book about Moldavia.
I was planning to go out and paaaarty, but then I decided to stay here and write. I think I've rediscovered my love for writing. Or, not rediscovered, it's more that we have a nd honeymoon. Yesterday, there were metaphors. And I'm reading the second Jonathan Safran Foer, and it does reawaken your love for sentences and words and simple beauty.
Dear potential employer!
I don't play videogames or computer games because I always feel too restricted in them. You could do anything in a game, but yet I end up discovering that all of my innovative solutions and ideas are useless, because they are unexpected. It makes me frustrated.
Dear potential employer, will you hire me?
Italian
[1] The Godfather is a great movie.
[0]Your grandmother makes her own sauce.
[2] Your last name ends in a vowel
[0] You know how a real meatball tastes.
[0] You know a lot of italian songs.
[0] You have dark hair and dark eye color
[1] You speak some italian.
[2]You are under 5'10''.
[2] Pizza is the best food in the world.
[1]You talk with your hands.
Total = 9
Hispanic
[0] You say member instead of Remember
[0] You speak spanish.
[1] You love rice and Beans.
[0] YoU TyPe lIkE ThIs On Da CoMpUtEr.
[0] You are dark skinned but not black! but brown
[0] You know what a Bodega is.
[2] You talk fast.
[2]had highlights or dyed your hair.
Total =5
Russian
[0] you say villain as: Vee-lon
[1]you know of sombody named boris/natasha
[2] you get cold easily
[1] you are short tempered
[2] white white skinned
[0] you are athletic
[0] snow is fun for you
[0] You get into contests often
[0] You can easily make due with the cold weather
Total = 6
Irish
[0] beer is the best.
[1] You have a bad temper.
[0] Your last name starts with a Mc OR Murph or O' or Fitz or ends with a ly,on,un,ry.
[1] You have blue or green eyes.
[0] You like the color green.
[0] You have been to a st. pattys day party.
[2] You never had a hangover
[0] you have family from Ireland.
Total = 4
Black
[1]you say nigga/nukka casually
[1] You have nappy hair
[2] LOVE/LIKE rap
[2] You talk with slang
[0] You know how to shoot a gun
[2] You think President George Walker Bush is racist
[1] You like chicken
[2]u LOVE watermelon
Total = 11
Asian
[1] you love RICE
[2]you are smart
[0] you have played the piano
[0] you have family from asia
[0]you have tiny feet
[1]you laugh sometimes covering your mouth
[1] you can read manga in the original right-to-left form
Total = 5
German
[1] You like bread
[2] You think American Chocolate would be better with less Sugar
[0] You dont drink your soda without ice
[0] You Speak intermediate German
[1] You know what Schnitzel is and you love it
[0] You are Lutheran
[2] You hate it when stupid people call you a Nazi
[2] You went to Kindergarten
[0] you're over 5' 10"
Total: = 8
Canadian
[0] You like hockey
[0] You like beer
[1] You say eh
[2] You don't believe war is the answer
[0] You know what poutine is
[1] You speak some french
[0] You love Tim Horton's
[0] At one point you lived in a cabin
[0] You have gotten high
Total = 4
This week's been okay. Worked with accounting at mom's job. Letting me work with accounting is a good illustration of what's wrong with hiring people because they're your relatives. On my level, what you need the most is concentration and what you don't need at all is creative thinking. Creative is what I'm good at. Concentration is what I've never been even remotely okay at. I amuse myself by asking uncomfortable questions. "Mom, why do you buy paper with no holes in it, when you then make holes in everything you print out?"
"We don't make holes in invoices we send out and other letters"
"Yeah, but you make holes is all post you receive, so it just means that the ones who will get your letters will make holes".
I do this because I'm five years old.
My Lindy Hop class has started. It was fun, even though I made a mistake to clean at the office before that and my hands smelled like disgusting rubber gloves. My both neighbours are in it, so I have company on my way home and I have lab rats for new moves. Purrfect!
Now to more depressing things. My maternal grandfather is, to put things short, in such a shape that mom called the Russian embassy today to see if there was some possibility to get a "emergency" visa. They told her that they need a medical certificate signed by his doctor (she forgot to ask if fax was okay, it's not improbable that they want it sent by physical mail). They also need proof of her being his daughter. She has her birth certificate, but it has her maiden name in it. It looks like she needs to find a certificate of her marriage to my father. She's not completely sure that she hasn't lost it, but almost.
I'm not saying anything about heartless bueraucracy or social security numbers, I'm not blaming anyone and I'm not going into childish fits about howIhatethatcountrysometimes. It's just that there is a risk that my mother won't get to see her dad one final time because she's lost a piece of paper on something that happened 23 years ago. And it makes me quite sad.
Some Russian LJ-wank and discussion about why Russians are so *cough* impolite has lead me to a Russian comm with illustrations to children's books. Will rec it in storybookland when I make a weekend post, but you can get it now: kidpix
storybookland has had some serious eyecandy recently. Like illustrations from ASIFA (check out their illustration gallery, absolutely gorgeous things) and a girl's pictures to a book about Moldavia.
I was planning to go out and paaaarty, but then I decided to stay here and write. I think I've rediscovered my love for writing. Or, not rediscovered, it's more that we have a nd honeymoon. Yesterday, there were metaphors. And I'm reading the second Jonathan Safran Foer, and it does reawaken your love for sentences and words and simple beauty.
Dear potential employer!
I don't play videogames or computer games because I always feel too restricted in them. You could do anything in a game, but yet I end up discovering that all of my innovative solutions and ideas are useless, because they are unexpected. It makes me frustrated.
Dear potential employer, will you hire me?