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[kittydesade]

Read and complete the sentences from memory.

Peadar is ainm dom. Tá mé i mo chónaí in árasán i mBaile Átha Cliath. Tá mé ag obair in oifig. Éirím ar a leathuair tar éis a seacht ar maidin. Oibrím óna naoi go dtí a cúig a chlog gach lá. Ní théim amach ag am lóin - ithim ceapaire san oifig ar a ceathrú chun a haon agus léim an páipéar. Ní oibrím ag an deireadh seachtaine. Téim a chodladh de ghnáth timpeall meánoíche.

1. Éiríonn Peadar ar a leathuair tar éis a seacht ar maidin.
2. Tosaíonn sé ag obair ar naoi a chlog.
3. Oibríonn sé óna naoi go dtí a cúig a chlog.
4. Ithean sé ceapaire san oifig ar a ceathrú chun a haon a chlog.

And then I had to zip off to the dentist's before I finished that.



Erik erzählt, was seine Freunde wahrscheinlich am Wochenende machen werden. Beginnen Sie jeden Satz mit Erik sagt, dass... .

e.g. Inge wird wohl mit Gülay Hausaufgaben machen.
Erik sagt, dass Inge wohl mit Gülay Hausaufgaben machen wird.

1. Erkan wird wohl seinem Vater im Geschäft helfen. Erik sagt, dass Erkan wohl seinem Vater im Geschäft helfen wird.
2. Am Sonntag werden alle drei wohl aufst Schulfest gehen. Erik sagt, dass alle am Sonntag drei wohl aufs Schulfest gehen werden.
3. In der Schulband wird Erkan wohl Gitarre spielen. Erik sagt, dass Erkan in der Schulband wohl Gitarre spielen wird.
4. Hinterher werden sie wohl in ein türkisches Lokal gehen. Erik sagt, dass sie hinterher wohl in ein türkisches Lokal gehen werden.
5. Sie werden dort wohl andere Freunde treffen. Erik sagt, dass sie dort wohl andere Freunde treffen werden.

Bilden Sie eine oh fuck that I'm not making up dialogue today.


I keep forgetting that most cardinal rule of the internet: "Never Read The Comments." Only slightly less well known than "There Is Porn Of It." Sigh, humanity. Sigh. I'm actually a little amazed that the comments on our blog have been as benign as they have.

So, dentist went well. Brush more, is the going refrain, but other than that everything's cool. I think this is the first time in my life I've gone for any length of time with no cavities, no problems, no nothing.

My shirts came! I might push the comfort zone thing and take pictures so that there's a fashion show tonight... oh. If I want to be a little more relaxed in front of the camera I bet I could pull out my guitar now that there aren't so many boxes piled in front of the equipment and use that as a prop to relax me while I take pictures of me with the new shirts. That might even work. I just have to figure out where to prop the camera so it can take pictures of me and not the top of my head or something. Stupid shortness. Of course, assuming the shirts work, then I have to figure out other things to wear and I so wasn't going to start in on this till January. Except it seems like now I'm starting in on it slowly anyway. Le sigh. Relatedly but not directly, I need a haircut.

So, we finally managed to pull it together and get a Grimm page up on the blog, so that all the information is right there in the same place as the analyses for people to peruse. And I'd forgotten how vivid and in some places salty those essays are. Despite the fact that they were written only a couple of days ago. Next up, figuring out if that behind the scenes post needs anything added to it, and when to post it. I don't think it does need anything added.

Poached egg eyes not going away. I need to remember to get to bed on freaking time tonight. Argh.