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Mar. 14th, 2005 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSigh. Argh. Cleaning. Bleh.
You know, I really need to figure out a way to keep up my languages, rather than re-learn them and then have it all fall to pieces again because I don't use them so much. Hazards of living in a flat, Mid-western American, 90% White Anglo-Saxon Protestant area, I guess. The homogeny here is astounding.
No, I don't especially like that. Why? Is my bitter showing through?
I was raised in a bilingual household. By parents, grandparents, who traveled a lot and lived in so many different places growing up. Ma mère me parlait de l'Espagne Comme si c'était son pays Et des brigands dans les montagnes Dans les montagnes d'Andalousie Sadly, that's actually somewhat true. My mother grew up dans les montanges de l'Espagne. And I grew up speaking two languages fluently, picked up a third in high school quick enough that my teachers were impressed and let me skip a damn year. I lived down the street from the Indian Embassy. And the Belize embassy (I think it was Belize). And probably a third Embassy within spitting distance. I can't remember a time, until now, when I didn't live with someone who at least spoke something other than English. Usually with someone who had been out of this country. Canada and Mexico not counting.
Anyway. That wasn't the point of this. I don't mean to be so bitter, honest, it's just that sometimes the utter homogeny and insular prejudice that seeps into everythinga round here...
Okay. Moving on now.
I need to find some way to practice my languages. Hopefully not watching all my DVDs over and over again in other languages or with other subtitles on. Maybe I'll just start writing stories randomly in French or Spanish or Japanese or whatever else I decide I want to pick up. Something like that. It'd help if I had friends who spoke it. But oh well.
Um. I think that's actually really all I wanted to say. Bleh. I was a good and productive girl today. Mailed off my bills. Whimper. Did all that good stuff, cleaned a bit, went to work, worked. Work was annoyingly busy. With a lot of annoying stupid people. Ugh. I'll print out the next few lessons for the 2YN once I get done catching up with the ones I have printed out already. And at some point tonight I need to catch up on TM. If you see me on AIM tonight, poke me and remind me, will you?
More to-do stuff.
1. Edit the last section for the M3. Graagh. Fear my red pen of doom.
2. Write some, paint some
3. Catch up on the 2YN project
4. Catch up on TM
The Sorcerer
5. Practice French, Spanish, Japanese
I am so very, very tired. Why the hell am I so tired? Argh. I got a decent night's sleep last night. I shouldn't be this exhausted. Um. And my brain is so very, very dead. Uggghhhh.
Right. Hah! I know. Expect future entries, randomly, in other languages. Just so I can confuse the shit out of everyone. Although the Japanese entries will probably look something like "I have a cat. That is a blue chair." or something equally childlike.
You know, I really need to figure out a way to keep up my languages, rather than re-learn them and then have it all fall to pieces again because I don't use them so much. Hazards of living in a flat, Mid-western American, 90% White Anglo-Saxon Protestant area, I guess. The homogeny here is astounding.
No, I don't especially like that. Why? Is my bitter showing through?
I was raised in a bilingual household. By parents, grandparents, who traveled a lot and lived in so many different places growing up. Ma mère me parlait de l'Espagne Comme si c'était son pays Et des brigands dans les montagnes Dans les montagnes d'Andalousie Sadly, that's actually somewhat true. My mother grew up dans les montanges de l'Espagne. And I grew up speaking two languages fluently, picked up a third in high school quick enough that my teachers were impressed and let me skip a damn year. I lived down the street from the Indian Embassy. And the Belize embassy (I think it was Belize). And probably a third Embassy within spitting distance. I can't remember a time, until now, when I didn't live with someone who at least spoke something other than English. Usually with someone who had been out of this country. Canada and Mexico not counting.
Anyway. That wasn't the point of this. I don't mean to be so bitter, honest, it's just that sometimes the utter homogeny and insular prejudice that seeps into everythinga round here...
Okay. Moving on now.
I need to find some way to practice my languages. Hopefully not watching all my DVDs over and over again in other languages or with other subtitles on. Maybe I'll just start writing stories randomly in French or Spanish or Japanese or whatever else I decide I want to pick up. Something like that. It'd help if I had friends who spoke it. But oh well.
Um. I think that's actually really all I wanted to say. Bleh. I was a good and productive girl today. Mailed off my bills. Whimper. Did all that good stuff, cleaned a bit, went to work, worked. Work was annoyingly busy. With a lot of annoying stupid people. Ugh. I'll print out the next few lessons for the 2YN once I get done catching up with the ones I have printed out already. And at some point tonight I need to catch up on TM. If you see me on AIM tonight, poke me and remind me, will you?
More to-do stuff.
1. Edit the last section for the M3. Graagh. Fear my red pen of doom.
2. Write some, paint some
3. Catch up on the 2YN project
4. Catch up on TM
- Roy Batty
- Ficlet: Beautiful
Truly yoursChanging minds- Dissatisfaction
- Ficlet: Beautiful
- Truly yours
- Changing minds
Dissatisfaction
5. Practice French, Spanish, Japanese
I am so very, very tired. Why the hell am I so tired? Argh. I got a decent night's sleep last night. I shouldn't be this exhausted. Um. And my brain is so very, very dead. Uggghhhh.
Right. Hah! I know. Expect future entries, randomly, in other languages. Just so I can confuse the shit out of everyone. Although the Japanese entries will probably look something like "I have a cat. That is a blue chair." or something equally childlike.