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[kittydesade]

Talking about time, using noun/adjective + 時, ~月　~日　~ヶ月　and duration ~まえ（に）　

Noun/adjective + 時　
石田さんは　子供のとき　よく　あそびました。
Ishida-san played a lot/often when he was a child.

ひまな時（に）　よく　つりを　します。
I often go fishing when I am free/when I have free time.

とし　（年） (year)
へいせい　三年は　１９９１年です。
The third year of the Heisei period is 1991.

ひにち (date)
私の　誕生日　（たんじょうび）は　１月　１５日　です。
My birthday is January 15.

～ヶ月 Month (duration))
日本に　三ヶ月　いました。
I was in Japan for three months.

スミス：　いつアメリカに来ましたか。
When did you come to the United States?
山田：　五年まえの８月です。　高校のときでした。
It was in August six years ago. It was when I was in high school.
スミス：　そうですか。　ながいですね。　じゃあ、　今度　（こんど）は　いつ　日本に　帰りますか。
I see. That's a long time ago, isn't it? When will you go back to Japan?
山田：　来月の　１０日に　帰ります。
I will go back on the tenth, next month.

時　is a noun meaning time. It is translated as when if preceded by the prenominal form of an adjective such as ひまな　時　(when I have some free time) or by a noun followed by the particle の　such as 高校の時 (when I was in high school).

いそがしい時 busy time
たいへんな時 tough time
うれしい時 happy time
～さいの　時 when one is/was ~ years old
かなしい時 sad time

The particle に　for a time expression can be used or omitted after ～時.　いそがしい　時　（に） when I am busy　

～年　and ～日　can also be used to indicate duration.
私は　日本に　一年　いました。
I was in Japan for one year.
ここから　シカゴまで　三日　かかります。
It takes three days from here to Chicago.

～月 however cannot be used for duration. 　～ヶ月 is used instead.
私は　とうきょうに　二ヶ月　いました。
I was in Tokyo for two months.

Duration + まえ（に）　is the equivalent of ago or before in English.
三年まえに　日本に　行きました。
I went to Japan three years ago.
一ヶ月まえに　けっこんしました。
I got married a month ago.


AUGH JEFF BRIDGES GET OFF MY TV. Stupid damn Hyundai commercials. Maybe I shouldn't have watched Iron Man, Tron: Legacy, and True Grit all in about five days.

No, Jag, Dark Knight is not going to help you be un-cranky and un-depressed.

Flying squid, on the other hand, will. I for one welcome my cephalopod overlords.

This study disproves or at least does a lot to stomp on the theory that women who have abortions will necessarily or predominantly suffer mental health setbacks as a result. There are... all sorts of things I could say about both sides, but I'm just going to leave this link here for now.

So, um. My day. Actually, my weekend. I managed to wrench my back somehow on Friday, not as bad as before but enough that I was walking around like my hips didn't, um, hip. And standing was an issue, the whole sharp shooting pain and weakness and all of that. I went home only a little early, though. And then promptly got lost in the book list and forgot to post the Japanese I'd done, argh. On the plus side, I passed out early? Saturday was better.

TODAY. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT TODAY. I get up. I make breakfast, I start picking up a little around the apartment. I get a phone call from my mother, which goes a bit weirdly but I get to talk to my brother, which is good. The boy comes out, stumbling, checks his email and news, makes breakfast, goes back to the bedroom for something and then all I hear is "Oh shit!" And what's happened? We have a quarter inch of water in our utility room. And it's pouring down the walls. And when he gets in and starts trying to see why the fuck we have water pouring down our walls, it starts pouring out of the light socket onto his shoulder. So I yelped at him and he got the fuck out of there and we found the breakers and turned off electricity to that whole side of the apartment. Meanwhile I'm on the phone to the maintenance emergency line, the boy's getting the catboxes and litter and huge bag of cat food and everything out of there and mopping up the floor, and both of us swearing like, respectively, theatre techs and sailors.

And finally maintenance comes in and, oh, what's going on? THE FUCKING UPSTAIRS NEIGHBORS PULLED THEIR WASHING MACHINE OUT OF THE WALL AND LEFT THE WATER ON AND GUSHING ALL OVER THE FLOOR. They're moving and apparently this is the smartest way they could come up with to get their washing machine out of the apartment. And they didn't think that maybe water gushing all over the place was something that affected not only them, but the apartment around them. Or maybe they didn't care. I have a hand and a half sword down here. Two of them, actually. I'm sure that if they don't mind water gushing out all over the place, they won't ... oh, never mind.

I have laundry in the dryer, I have cookie dough chilling and buttercream frosting. I'm going to curl up and watch baby Christian Bale sing and dance and be cute on the TV and pretend the first half of this day didn't happen.