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Jun. 24th, 2011 07:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Урок 9!! Holy crap.
Vocab! Based on lines pointing to things, so.
волосы - hair
голова - head
рот - mouth
шея - neck
плечо - shoulder
грудь - chest
сердце - heart
спина - back
живот - stomach
рука - arm (and hand)
палец -
нога leg
колено - knee. Not rodilla, Jag, we're doing English, not Spanish, what the hell.
ухо - ear
глаз - eye
нос - nose
губа - lip
зуб - tooth
язык - tongue (HAH)
горло - throat
Examples!
У него болит зуб. (Picture of guy pointing at a tooth. And looking somewhat cross-eyed)
У неё болят ноги. (Picture of a woman with... a legwarmer on. WTF.)
Then they want me to fill in the last word. Note the exceptions.
У неё болит горло. (Picture of a woman with a scarf around her throat and a cup of something hot and steamy.)
У него болит грудь. (Picture of a man with an x-ray of a ribcage over his right shoulder and one of those little "out of breath" air clouds drawn by his mouth. Apparently he's a sailor, too? Anchor on bicep thing.)
У неё болит голову. (Picture of a girl holding her hand to her forehead and sweating or crying.)
У него болят
У неё болят
У него болят
У него болит зуб. (Picture of a boy in military uniform??? with a bandage around his jaw and his hand to the side of his mouth.)
У неё болит живот. (Picture of a woman holding her stomach with a poster of food over her shoulder. I don't know.)
Ow. Oof. And ow. Training to be a superhero is hard, yo.
This brought to you by folding crunches and push-ups back into my workout regimen. Yet again. Maybe I'll try and remember to do it two months on two months off this time or something. But I discovered something interesting and kind of fun: once I get my momentum up on parkour exercises of running up onto park benches, I can actually run over three benches almost at speed before I hit caterpillar mode and fall over myself. No, I didn't actually fall, but that's what it felt like. And at that, the biggest reason it happened was because one of the benches was really wobbly and I could feel it bowing beneath me. So possibly I'll do a different set of benches next time. Anyway, so, yeah! I'm running and jumping on benches and running more like a boss! I love it. Next up, or maybe next month, vaulting over stumps! Assuming the rain stops, because stumps are on grass, and that's way slicker in the rain than I want to run on right now.
And, also, running is kind of impeded by this blister on the back of my ankle so I haven't been doing it as much. I have no idea what's up with that or where it came from but it's irritating the shit outta me.
Okay, okay, since I'm being asked and I forgot to link it yesterday, the context for James McAvoy fucking with us. Because he is. You're welcome. At this point I think if you put him, Robert Downey Jr, and Misha Collins in a room together, their collective fandom trolling would probably cause fandom in general to wet themselves and then explode.
Anyway. Oogh. There was thunder and rain earlier this morning, but it seems to have cleared up now. I damn well forgot to cook the second steak, since there wasn't actually enough room in my skillet for both of them (since I couldn't find the steaklets) but at least it's in a marinade, so I can just do that tonight and store it. And in the meantime I have leftover radioactive steak and other stuff.
And as I get ready to go it also occurs to me. This whole parkour in the park, doing all this exercise writing all this stuff? I know writing, at least, started because it never actually occurred to me that, given several hours of free time in a day, I couldn't write 10k words. Seriously, it never crossed my mind that that was an unreasonable number of words. I wonder if part of my success at teaching myself to run and jump and leap over things, I know part of it is due to early ballet training and learning how my body moves and good physical habits, but I wonder if part of it is simply because it never occurred to me that it might be difficult or I might need someone to show me how or something. I don't know how usual or unusual this is. Or anything like that. Just. Apropos of nothing. It's interesting.