Warhead On Legs

( Русский язык )

Yeah, that was just corrections, and I'm going to indulge for a moment in pretending I never decided to learn Russian and this never happened. Some days I am very eloquent not only in my native language, but also several others! Some days I wonder why I get out of bed in the morning or how I get dressed and out of the house without hurting myself.

And then, you know? I've learned a lot of things about feeling this way. I've learned how to pick myself up and go "Okay, fucker, you are not going to beat me, this is a skill I can learn, now let's go again." I've learned that it's okay to freak out and drop your head and cry for a bit over making mistakes. I've learned that doing so doesn't mean you're somehow then disqualified from picking yourself back up a few minutes later and going "All right, fucker..." I've learned that, for me, it works best if I do it in that order. Life is hard. Shit's hard. There are a lot of mistakes out there to make. I have no idea where I learned how to make mistakes, but I'm pleased and proud of it.

Still need to do more reading in Russian, though. And now that I think about it, I wonder what will happen when I go back to the Watch books now. Preferably with a dictionary.

Back to order of operations. I have no idea when the hell it got so late in the day. Finishing up emails here, then doing ... something. Gods and Monsters seems to have stalled out for the moment, so probably Blood in the Gutters till I go home. Then heating up the pizza and doing a fuckton of Person of Interest till my brain dribbles out of my ears. Also watering plants and such. Later tonight there might be more either Gods and Monsters or White Lightning, but I'm not counting on it, I have all of tonight allocated to PoI.

And as far as the lipstick question, a lovely friend of mine has linked me to this instruction set on how to make your own lip colors with crayons and natural ingredients. And since most of those ingredients (apart from shea butter, which I have since gotten because also good for me) I already regularly get, as soon as I get some lipstick containers and a braintwin I am so fucking trying this. There will be kitchen courtesan alchemy. FEAR US. I haven't necessarily yet solved the problem of the tank tops that don't make me look pregnant, don't come in hideous skinned-a-couch patterns, and aren't see-through or racerback, but I'm working on it. I have some potential solutions on their way.

Okay, yes, on that balance, it's not a bad day, fucking up at Russian aside. I will attempt to unfuck it more tomorrow! Or not fuck up again tomorrow. Or something.

( Deutsch )


... Apparently, I was either wrong or very misleading about where I was in the German textbook. Either that or I sufficiently forgot these exercises enough that they don't look familiar. Either way.

I need to stop freaking out about [redacted]. I know I'm skewed as far as perspective on studying, learning, or reading and writing in other languages goes. I know this. I am literally incapable of remembering a time when I was unable to understand more than one language. My freaking pre-school was bilingual English/Spanish, all the signs were English/Spanish, we spoke it in the home. Both of them. So my gut reaction is to ... well, for one thing, to use the word 'visceral' instead of the word 'gut', which is a whole other reflex, but my gut reaction is to approach reading something in another language as, oh. There are words here. I lack the information to understand what the words are and this is annoying, but there are words there. I have no idea what it means to see otherwise.

Hey, the rest of the world, if there are any people on my flist who only speak one language. What's it like when you see a website in Spanish or German or Russian? What's your first thought or reaction?

So, no. Reading up to, we'll call it six languages since my Kanji vocabulary can be measured in the very low triple digits. Speaking four or five languages, that's not something any old person can do, self. It is a skill and should be valued as such. You wouldn't call it unimpressive in your friends, would you?

(The sad part is, that's true. It's cool when my friends do it. WHen I do it, it's nothing to write home about.)

( 日本語 )

Still not happy about the whole reorganizing everything I have in the cloud so far, but I'll deal. Probably by doing most of the rearranging during Human Target and Castle. Rassum frassum ARGH. And I'm jonesing for chocolate and this is really irritating me because I already had a brownie and a mint earlier today. Ugh.

On the plus side I got a decent bit of editing done today. I knocked down all my languages and made a healthy dinner and packed away a healthy bento for tomorrow. Plus did my exercise, all that stuff, so it's not like it was a bad or unproductive day, just an annoying one. And a tiring one.

And again I say, fuck you, caterpillars. I know this. If I just stop and breathe and think, I know this. So fuck you.