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[kittydesade]

Change both the tense of the verb and the type of sentence according to the cues given. Use mé or muid as the subject in statements and tú or sibh in questions and subordinate clauses after deir siad.
1. Cóirigh an leaba! - Negative
inné: Níor chóirigh mé an leaba
go minic: Ní chóirim an leaba
amárach: Ní chóireoidh mé an leaba.

2. Éirigh go moch! - Question
inné: Ar éirigh tú go moch?
go minic: An éiríonn tú go moch?
amárach: An éireoidh tú go moch?

3. Suigh síos! - Negative question
inné: Nár shuigh tú síos?
go minic: Nach suíonn tú síos?
amarach: Nach suífidh tú síos?

4. Codlaígí go maith. Statement
inné: Chodlaím go maith.
go minic: Codlaím go maith.
amárach: wharrgble

5. Tosaigh go luath! - Question
inné: Ar thosaigh tú go luath?
go minic: An dtosaíonn tú go luath?
amárach: An dtosóidh tú go luath?

The biggest annoyance for there is separating the fucking conjugation types of each verb argh.


I did, in fact, manage to get my vanity somewhat tidier, things put away, other things really put away (I need to just dump some of those bottles out rather than pass on the poor half-gone scents to some other person), and space made for my barre last night. As well as the fridge cleaned out and writing done! Because I am just that awesome. And if I'm very lucky I can finish one chunk of writing today, and possibly even two. Maybe. My other goal today is to finish getting leather cut and to get some damn cleaning done on my workspace because yeesh.

I should say something else interesting or solemn here, but I'm not sure I have anything to say. Still haven't seen Frozen or Smaug, the latter of the two being more of an immediate thing than the former. Did get through about 15-20 minutes of Riddick yesterday morning before I was bored out of my tiny mind and decided "Fuck this." Seriously, how the hell do you make a Riddick movie boring. It's like it wanted to be Pitch Black but failed utterly. Or maybe it wanted to be Robinson Crusoe. Something. I'm not sure what it was going for but I turned it off pretty soon into it. I have no intentions of going back and watching it again.

Which is kind of hilarious because initially the only reason I'd put it on is because Karl Urban was theoretically in it. I say theoretically because it turned out he had less than a minute of screen time. So much for that plan.

I am wearing Geek Chic's Deep Submerge (over Zoya's Phoebe, I think it is) and my nails are fucking fabulous. Having gotten a bunch of gift certificates for Christmas I decided to indulge my Courtesanly sensibilities and get a bunch of various things to make me prettier and more awesome. The ballet barre being one of them, but also some inspirational Jacqueline Carey and Dennis Lehane, some pretty leather cuffs, and the Latin book. Which should arrive today, yay! What? Yes. My idea of what makes me prettier or more courtesanely is somewhat skewed from what is stereotypical or expected. Still. I'm having fun with it. And that's what counts.

(Still need to practice my eyeliner skills, tho. A lot.)