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[kittydesade]

О себе
1. Во сколько вы обычно встаёте? Во сколько вы встали сегодня? Вчера? Я обычно встаю в пять часов. Сегодня я встала без четверти шесть. Вчера я встала в пять часов.
2. Во сколько вы обычно ложитесь? Когда вы легли вчера? Я обычно ложусь в одиннадцать часов. Легла вчера в половине двенадцатого.
3. Когда начинается ваша первая лекция? Когда она кончается? У меня нет лекций. Я изучаю русский язык четверть девятого.
4. Во сколько начинается ваша вторая лекция? Когда она кончается? Я обычно изучаю немецкий язык в двенадцать часов.
5. Когда обычно начинаются вечера у вас в университете? Вечера обычно начинаются четверть седьмого.
6. Во сколько начинается ваша любимая программа по телевизору? ... Я не знаю. Я думаю, моя любимая прогроамма по телевизору начинается в восемь часов.


Dear Self: Remember the goal? The goal wasn't to lose weight, it was to get in shape to kick all the ass. That's still the goal. And you need to do the work to get to the goal. It's not that complicated, and you know you can do it. You went from maybe 10 push-ups to 32. And eventually you'll get to 50. You went from barely being able to do 10 pike90s to pushing 40. You can see the muscles shaping up, feel it every time you go running. But you need to do the work. So let's do it.

Yeah, now I know my workout is working me again, because I have a ridiculous amount of sweaty. I also had a peculiar revelation not long ago regarding my body, my sense of beauty, and Christian Kane. See, apparently Christian Kane and I share a kind of physical makeup whereby we can pass for white (him more than me owing to less NA blood) (see: Lindsey from "Angel") but it doesn't entirely look good. But if you stick a good durable weathered tan on him? (see: Eliot from "Leverage") He becomes pantsmeltingly hot. My mantra through watching the first season of Leverage was "I don't remember Christian Kane being that hot." The long hair and a few more years on him, making him leaner and meaner, helps. But apparently, so does getting out in the goddamn sun, which I don't do enough of. And I can tell it's a real tan because on the few occasions that he's in less than a t-shirt, I can see the fishbelly white of his upper arms. This led to a revelation of, oh! I'd probably find myself liking the look of my skin a lot more if I got out there and got a little more tan as nature intended.

You'd think this wouldn't be something you'd need to tell a half-Mexican-Indian. You'd think. But you'd be wrong. Actually, I've told myself this a lot, I'd feel better about how I look if I just tanned like I'm supposed to be. But that's the first time I've ever actually seen it in action.

And no, this isn't a referendum on how people are supposed to look or anything like that. This is me going, hey, I like the way this looks, oh, stupid, I should do that. Duh.