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Saturday. 8.13.11 8:09 pm
I was having a pretty normal summer, when all the sudden it wrapped its arms around me, picked me up, and carried me away with it.
The summer was absolutely filled with free slushies, new people, both unexpected and expected lip locks, and a ridiculous amount of bathing suit tops.
I loved every second.
Today, I'm leaving for college. You know when I started this blog? My first year of high school. I'm already in my second year of college.
It just feels like I haven't lived that long.
I MADE AN OOPS
Tuesday. 8.2.11 1:39 am
turtles, and when words are just noise
Monday. 7.25.11 1:18 am
First of all, there was this sobbing kid, where I work, today. My coworker is very mothering-oriented, so she of course heard him and walked in, ready to help. She, like anyone else in that situation would, asked him what was wrong. The little guy looked her straight in the eye, sobered up, and took in a heavy breath. He then cried one word:
This was obviously too much grief for the kid. He started sobbing all over again. She was able to calm him down with some of those rubber bands that are in special shapes, but I could tell he'd hit an emotional wall and was past our help, for the time being.
I have a hard time believing that I've resigned from this job and only have three workdays left.
I need to respond to a few e-mails. I just don't want to, yet. Have to be in the mood to write long paragraphs that somehow still feel like they amount to nothing.
I just learned how to make sushi. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
a metaphor, perhaps.
Friday. 7.22.11 1:33 am
I'm learning to make sushi.
After Spanish class and an okay lunch (I didn't prepare it myself), I was in the mood for a siesta. I've been feeling those long, afternoon naps for a while, now--maybe it's being in Spanish class and enjoying all the professor's stories about her life in Colombia and her sister's life in Spain that makes me crave a little bit of that culture. Or not. I guess I've been researching Spain for a while, now. I'm hoping to take a semester abroad to really hone my Spanish-speaking skills, but then Spain speaks Catalan, which I hear is sort of like French and Spanish mixed together.
--Hey! I speak Spanish AND French! What a coincidence!
Either way, I'd like to study there very much. It sounds like a good way to start looking at where I would like to grow some roots.
That isn't the point, though. I've stopped having the baby dreams, other than an occasional visit from her, so I've stopped thinking about the future, so much.
The point is that, during today's siesta, I had my first Spanish dream. Perhaps I just didn't know it was possible; we talked about it in class, and I'm thinking maybe that gave my subconscious the golden pass.
It was interesting, though. I don't remember the dream, but I woke up speaking Spanish.
Usually, by now, I'd be onto Greek, or Japanese, or Arabic... I just feel better knowing one thing really well, rather than knowing several things passably. I'll learn everything more slowly, one at a time, and risk not knowing something, if it means this type of satisfaction. First test. Points possible: 100. Points earned: 101.
Just, it makes me wonder if languages aren't so different from romantic interests.
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