kittydesade | Entries tagged with grammar: adjectives (past)

( 日本語 )

... no, dammit, this does not get caterpillar icon because I did it. And I will do it again, and again, until it is reflexive. Grind grind grind, I can do this. It's not that hard, I just need to repeat slowly and carefully and associate properly until it is done. Make those neurons fire properly.

I don't know what it is about this particular grammar point that makes it so hard, but it is.

So. Oof. We had a dog in the store today, cutest little thing. She's new to the household so friend-who-does-not-yet-have-a-fancy-nickname brought her into the store with her crate and stuff so she could get used to her and not be alone during the day in a strange house. The dog was absolutely adorable, followed her all around when she walked around and occasionally came begging for treats. And other than looking soulfully up at us, she was perfectly well behaved. It was adorable.

Hurm. I think I had something else to say here but I lost it getting distracted making amusing icons and pondering what I was going to write tonight.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/862583.html

( 日本語 )

Okay, actually getting to bed on time definitely works against the sleepies the next day. Which, you know, should be obvious, but for some reason I keep forgetting. The new iPod Touch came today, yay, I have my soundtrack back! And as soon as I get home I will have my apps! And my playlists. Which probably need reworking eventually, but hey. I also have a crapton of cables and cases that came in that one kit, yeesh. But yes, they are pretty damn good cases, with an armband, and even one of those armband cases costs as much as the whole kit cost, so, go me.

Also, I have Fringe. We all know who's to blame for this, don't we? Yes, we do.

There's a whole positivity self-affirmation thing going on on CS. Which is actually probably kind of needed, because when I compare myself to some of my other high school alumni (which is what I get for cleaning out the apartment AND doing the responsible alumni thing and actually contacting someone) I feel like I come up short. Except I don't, always. Not necessarily. It just depends on what they do, what their strengths are, and what mine are. It depends on whether or not I consider what I do work and effort, among many other factors. So, yeah. In conclusion, I kick ass. And I am doing almost exactly what I want to, which is way more than most people can say about their lives.

Tomorrow I will not be around much, those of you who flit in and out of me being online on the weekends. There will be driving over and meeting Ali, The Losers, the Fucking Used Bookstore of Awesome and lunch somewhere tasty. There might be an emergency hotel room if the weather really gets inclement, but I will have the pocket ninja just in case. I do, by the way, expect The Losers to kick tremendous amount of ass, but if you're not the sort of person who enjoys a blatant display of gratuitous violence, skin, and pyromania, it's probably not the sort of thing you're going to enjoy. I don't expect it to be more than a summer blow-shit-up movie. Details as they occur; I could be wrong.

Obama's in town, though you wouldn't know it to look around. I think he's over in a different part of town. Maybe up in the mountains playing golf or something. Happy vacations to him!

Right. The I-kick-ass thing:

I am a fucking awesome fiction writer. I may not always know this, but enough people from my best friend and my boyfriend to editors in major publishing houses have told me this. I am so goddamn amazing I can teach myself two goddamn languages at once. And achieve at least a basic level of fluency, at this rate, probably within two years. Two, at once. Two years. I speak six fucking languages pretty damn well. I can knit, spin, weave, and sew. I can do a load of laundry, clean a goddamn apartment, cook a meal, balance a checkbook, and do my taxes. I can change a tire, change the oil without getting it all over my face, thank you very fucking much,, check the oil and the tire pressure, put in fluids into my car. My car's a piece of shit, but I can do that much. I can change a light-bulb, de-clog a sink, scrub a toilet, disinfect a wound, make a fire using a goddamn bow-drill, make a shelter, climb a tree, ride a horse, tan a hide, code HTML, and defend myself if I have to. I can play basic guitar, play the pennywhistle, play the piano, sing, and dance my cute little ass off. I can learn new skills, and pretty damn quickly, too. I make patterns my bitch, whether they're behavior patterns, programming languages, human languages, what have you. I could build you a dress, a novel, or a psych profile IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS! And yeah. I can fly.*

In conclusion, I am fucking awesome, and I had damn well better remember it.

So, how awesome do you know YOU are?

* No, I can't actually fly. That part was lying.

( Japanese )

And that's actually chopping out the repetition in other forms for people who learn differently or just to pound it further into your head. Oi.

Today's just the day for annoying grammar shit, I've discovered. Walls upon walls of adjective crap, verbal aspect in Russian. Really annoying grammar shit. That's easier than I expected, it's just irritating as all hell. On the plus side, work is slow enough that writing may get done. If work stays this slow tomorrow, setup and take-down rehearsal may get done. Which will be useful since I've never worked with this equipment before.

Things. And stuff. I wish I could say my life was interesting, but it really isn't. Nothing new to report, except that the constant reviews of Kick-Ass are all starting to blur together in my head. They all read "This looks like/wants to be/seems like a movie about X, but it's really about Y." No, no, see, this looks like it's a movie that's deep and meaningful, but it's about people getting dressed up in costumes and playing silly games. Read into it if you want, but I maintain that the directors saw a comic and went "Ooh, that's cool!" If you want a movie that really jammed meaning and everything into it, go watch... Watchmen. Or better yet, read the comic.

Pfui. Writing. So much writing have I to do. At least I don't have much to do tonight. Except read. Catch up on that, yes, precious. Mmmm Night Watch.