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[kittydesade]

Музыка. Узнайте у партнёра.
1. Какую музыку ты любишь?
2. Ты играешь на каком-нибудь инструменте? Я играю на гитаре и вистле. Когда я была маленькой, я играла на рояле.
3. Ты поёшь? Редко. (Heh. How do you say, not in public if I can help it...)
4. Ты любишь танцевать? Под какую музыку? Да, я люблю танцевать.
5. Какую музыку ты слушаешь дома?
6. Ты любишь ходить на концерты? На какие? На Транс-Сибирском оркестре. ALL OF THEM.
7. Ты любишь ходить на балет или на оперу? Я люблю ходить на балет. Никогда не ходила на оперу.
8. Какую музыку любит твоя мама? ...Okay, you know what? In lieu of answering these annoying questions, I'm going to copy over the instrument and athletics vocab from this chapter and do vocab quizzes WITH ADDED MUSICAL CATEGORIES VOCAB THAT THE BOOK SEEMS TO HAVE LEFT OUT. RARR. Note to self: Jazz, country, rock, folk, pop (unless that goes in with rock), blues, classical (which is probably easy), opera, um. I'm missing some categories. Heavy metal, new age, techno. Those probably wouldn't be in the original book but I'll look it up anyway.


Well, that was annoying. On the plus side, I actually got sleep last night. Maybe I can get some Japanese practice in today. Ponder!

Of course, that all depends on how light work is today. There's not much that's coming in, but there's still stuff to be checked in from a couple days ago, and there's prep for the show coming up that's to be done. Argh. Just in general, argh. I mean, I can prep for the show, assemble kits and so on, and still get small notes taken in between. Make a kit, do a line, etc. But. Mostly just, argh. Still need to strike a balance. Still getting used to this teeter totter. And co-worker won't be back till at least after next Thursday, I think, and. Argh.

Deep breaths. One thing at a time. Plenty of lassi for protein and fruit juice carbs for energy, etc. Lots of water. Heh, maybe it's good timing that my smaller water bottle sprung a leak, now I can take the bigger one to work and fill that up and not have to worry about it all day.

(Also, what the hell, brain. I keep thinking my birthday is in... tomorrow or something. It's in a month. Maybe it's just, wanting shinies. Earrings or socks or the knitting needles or whatever. That's probably it. And completely losing the passage of time.)