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[kittydesade]

１．おもしろい
とてもおもしろかったです。
あまりおもしろくなかったです。
あまりおもしろくありませんでした。

２．きれい
とてもきれいでした。
あまりきれいじゃないでした。
あまりきれいじゃありませんでした。

３．ちいさい
とてもちいさかったです
あまりちいさくなかったです
あまりちいさくありませんでした。

４．いい
とてもよかったです
あまりよくなかったです
あまりよくありませんでした

５．たのしい
とてもたのしかったです
あまりたのしくなかったです
あまりたのしくありませんでした

６．じずか
とてもしずかでした
あまりしずかじゃりませんでした
あまりしずかじゃなかったです

７．ざんねん
とてもざんねんでした
あまりざんねんじゃありませんでした
あまりざんねんじゃなかったです

８．たいへん
とてもたいへんでした
あまりたいへんじゃありませんでした
あまりたいへんじゃなかったです

９．ひま
とてもひまでした
あまりひまじゃありませんでした
あまりひまじゃなかったです


Okay, actually getting to bed on time definitely works against the sleepies the next day. Which, you know, should be obvious, but for some reason I keep forgetting. The new iPod Touch came today, yay, I have my soundtrack back! And as soon as I get home I will have my apps! And my playlists. Which probably need reworking eventually, but hey. I also have a crapton of cables and cases that came in that one kit, yeesh. But yes, they are pretty damn good cases, with an armband, and even one of those armband cases costs as much as the whole kit cost, so, go me.

Also, I have Fringe. We all know who's to blame for this, don't we? Yes, we do.

There's a whole positivity self-affirmation thing going on on CS. Which is actually probably kind of needed, because when I compare myself to some of my other high school alumni (which is what I get for cleaning out the apartment AND doing the responsible alumni thing and actually contacting someone) I feel like I come up short. Except I don't, always. Not necessarily. It just depends on what they do, what their strengths are, and what mine are. It depends on whether or not I consider what I do work and effort, among many other factors. So, yeah. In conclusion, I kick ass. And I am doing almost exactly what I want to, which is way more than most people can say about their lives.

Tomorrow I will not be around much, those of you who flit in and out of me being online on the weekends. There will be driving over and meeting Ali, The Losers, the Fucking Used Bookstore of Awesome and lunch somewhere tasty. There might be an emergency hotel room if the weather really gets inclement, but I will have the pocket ninja just in case. I do, by the way, expect The Losers to kick tremendous amount of ass, but if you're not the sort of person who enjoys a blatant display of gratuitous violence, skin, and pyromania, it's probably not the sort of thing you're going to enjoy. I don't expect it to be more than a summer blow-shit-up movie. Details as they occur; I could be wrong.

Obama's in town, though you wouldn't know it to look around. I think he's over in a different part of town. Maybe up in the mountains playing golf or something. Happy vacations to him!

Right. The I-kick-ass thing:

I am a fucking awesome fiction writer. I may not always know this, but enough people from my best friend and my boyfriend to editors in major publishing houses have told me this. I am so goddamn amazing I can teach myself two goddamn languages at once. And achieve at least a basic level of fluency, at this rate, probably within two years. Two, at once. Two years. I speak six fucking languages pretty damn well. I can knit, spin, weave, and sew. I can do a load of laundry, clean a goddamn apartment, cook a meal, balance a checkbook, and do my taxes. I can change a tire, change the oil without getting it all over my face, thank you very fucking much,, check the oil and the tire pressure, put in fluids into my car. My car's a piece of shit, but I can do that much. I can change a light-bulb, de-clog a sink, scrub a toilet, disinfect a wound, make a fire using a goddamn bow-drill, make a shelter, climb a tree, ride a horse, tan a hide, code HTML, and defend myself if I have to. I can play basic guitar, play the pennywhistle, play the piano, sing, and dance my cute little ass off. I can learn new skills, and pretty damn quickly, too. I make patterns my bitch, whether they're behavior patterns, programming languages, human languages, what have you. I could build you a dress, a novel, or a psych profile IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS! And yeah. I can fly.*

In conclusion, I am fucking awesome, and I had damn well better remember it.

So, how awesome do you know YOU are?

* No, I can't actually fly. That part was lying.