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[kittydesade]

Fragen zum Lesestück
1. Wo haben sich Peter und Hakan kennen gelernt? Peter besucht mit Hakan die Politikvorlesung.
2. Wohin lädt Hakan Peter zum Essen ein? In ein türkische Lokal 'Bosporus'
3. Warum kam Hakans Vater nach Deutschland? Er kam nach Deutschland, weil in Türkei zu wenig Arbeitsplätze waren. (Ergh) Er wollte für seine Familien Geld verdienen
4. Warum kamen in dieser Zeit viele Ausländer nach Deutschland? Sie kamen, weil in Deutschland sie Arbeitskräfte brauchten.
5. Warum wollte Hakans Mutter zuerst nicht Deutsch lernen? ... I don't think I have the vocabulary or the brainpower to answer this one to my satisfaction.
6. Warum fühlt sich Hakan auch in der türkischen Kultur wohl, obwohl er in Berlin geboren wurde? Weil er wohnt in Berlin-Kreuzberg, dass auch Klein-Istnabul nannt.
7. Was passiert Hakan manchmal, was er zum Lachen findet? Blödmänner.
8. Was machen einige Deutsche, die gegen Ausländer sind? Einige blöd Deutsche machen Gewalt gegen Ausländer.
9. Wo trifft Hakan viele tolerante Deutsche?
10. Warum ist Hakans Schwester bei ihrer Arbeit unsicher? Weil ihr Arbeit gesagt, dass is besser ohne Kopftuch zur Arbeit sie käme.
11. Was kann man aus Frau Gümeshans Aussage am Ende herauslesen? ... Sie hat Heimweh?


I'm fairly sure that wasn't quite as cohernt as it might otherwise have been. Any second now I'm going to start using all the wrong prepositions and then no one will be able to understand me in anyl anguage.

Traci Dinwiddie, fellow North Carolinian as I understand it (who played Pamela Barnes on Supernatural) has an idea that just might help me get through February. Which is traditionally a bitch of a month to get through for me and mine. "How about listing something we appreciate about ourselves each day?" Traci, that sounds like a damn good idea. You can join in using the hashtag #DigMe on twitter. So, today's that I singled out because despite my inability to string together proper fucking sentences, I do appreciate and enjoy my facility with languages. I appreciate that I can study German and have it be fun and not a chore. And that I can pretty much do it on my own, too, with a capable textbook. At least German. I'm not fucking touching Mandarin with a ten foot pole until I have a teacher.

I don't think I mentioned it before, but parts one and two of my speculations on Wesen biology are now up, for those of you who watch Grimm and are into that sort of thing. And if I knew where the hell my X-Files diary had gone to, I'd type that up, too. That was one of the most awesome science projects I've ever done. Actually my whole high school was awesome, I did X-Files in biology and Star Trek in physics. I didn't do anything in Chemistry because the teacher was incompetent. Seriously, everyone's grades dropped a full point in that class. He didn't come back the next year. Anyway, yes! Blogging happened. Anna also updated all our fouth-wall-shattering profiles. Well, almost all. I'm looking forward to knocking down the fourth wall for Person of Interest, too.

Tired. I have no idea what I'm doing tonight, and this irritates me more than it used to because I know there are approximately half a dozen things I would like to plan out doing, and I can't, because I have no idea what I'm doing. And the truly sad thing is, none of these are strictly speaking time sensitive. No, two of them are, one being to cut up and cook the chicken that's currently in the fridge with an expiration date of yesterday, but even if I go out tonight I'll have time to do that. The other one being finish recapalyzing Person of Interest 1x01, which at the very least can get done tomorrow, since it's already started. So, really? Nothing to worry about. And here I am feeling grumbly over it. Definitely symptomatic of my need for a good fucking night's sleep.

Also I don't understand how it can be 3-4 degrees warmer than my house, according to the thermostat, at work, and then I feel like it's fucking freezing, whereas at home I'm wandering around in a shirt and sweats and barefoot and feel fine.

Anyway. I suppose most of my mood can be put down to my inability to fucking sleep through the night. And it's time to go home soon, where I can either curl up with a blanket, a boyfriend, a good meal, and my netbook and get some stuff done, possibly with a good TV show, or I can curl up with a blanket and my netbook and do a bit of stuff until later when there will either be Hobbiting or murdering beef with my teeth. Either would be acceptable. One step at a time, Jag. One step at a time. You've got plans in place, you're not a failure nor doomed just because you haven't reached the end of this stretch of woods yet, and it really does get better. I promise. Faith manages, right? Of course right.

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[kikibug13]

I decided tonight a break night of finally watching Green Lantern. Nyatch.