Don't read this. It's boring and rambling and off-topic and rambling and random and rambling... oh look, a butterfly!
So, anyway... I just kind of -- well, I just feel like ranting. (It's hard to make myself say "kind of" after CTY. *grins*). So... I'm listening to "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven. Oh my Stress Cow -- the music video. *dies* The dancing is... it's not technically brilliant or anything, but it's weird and unique and flows and gah. If I could choreograph like that... *swoons*. I wish I could make something that just fits the music like that. (Or dance that well... I apparently have really good musicality, but I know that my body remains stubborn and refuses to do the steps quick enough). Regardless...
I have no idea where this is going. I don't honestly know *why* I'm writing it or posting it here... I just want to. And really... who's actually going to read this? It's like a diary but actually open to whomever wants to read it and I don't have to deal with actually writing it, which is good since my hand likes a break after the week and my handwriting gets to be *atrocious* if I don't have time/effort/caring to make it look nice.
This song irritates me right now (meh, I don't feel beautiful right now, lol)... this one too (I'm too tired to listen to reggaeton)... there we go. Lion King's Lioness Hunt. :)
I want to learn Zulu. Then I'd understand Ladysmith Black Mambazo's song lyrics (*goes to change song on iTunes). Well, I think it's in Zulu... but I don't know. I want to learn that language.
I did my typical fantasizing of the future recently. We were talking about language development in Psychology. It's interesting how kids can pick up incredibly complex languages up until the age of 6 then are forced to learn it in high school, ten years after their capability has peaked and long since drastically declined. *shrugs* So I'm going to marry someone who knows a lot of languages. That, and an orphan. *nods* We can speak multiple languages and our kids will be super languagy (the program is adamantly trying to tell me that "languagy" isn't a word...) and everything. (Random side note: she complains about being not as smart, and everything... but honestly? She is. And she grew up with other languages and knows five of them. Only four fluently, but still. She's *supposed* to be fluent in the fifth (so am I, but that's not the point), so five. I would *kill* for that and she has no idea. Anyone... my fantasy. (Completely likely... *nods* *winks*) (side note to my side note: I'm using a ridiculous number of actions in asterisks (I can't think of a word like "emoticon" or anything for them), but there you go, imaginary self. Have fun!) I have english, and, for argument's sake, spanish and (for the hell of it), German. (Why I only capitalized one, I have no idea). Three. Add Zulu (or whatever that African language is) and you have four. Throw in french because pronunciation is a bitch, but it's beautiful. Five. God... I had seven in class, and I don't think French was added. Oh... Italian, because she (other unnamed female, not the one previously mentioned) said I should and she's generally amazing (<3), so... yeah. Italian. Six. (I'll say French, even though I tend to destroy it with my pronunciation... though sometimes I'll speak Spanish with such a horrifically gringo accent that it might as well be spanglish). Um... I'd say Japanese or Chinese but I thought I'd die in sixth grade. Ditto for Russian or Japanese. No offense, but I think Latin's essentially useless (sorry). ARGH. This is annoying me more than it should.
*shakes head* Okay... that mini-rant's over. I'm tired, but I should... well... okay. I have stuff to do, and I need to sleep. I know that whenever I do go to sleep, it'll be afternoon when I get up so then I'll be stressed and worried about having no time and everything. But I'm not doing anything productive anyway.
*shrugs* So... to end this pointless rant... if anyone read this, you have my eternal love and gratitude. That's not such a great reward though. If you make it to the end and didn't fall asleep or die along the way, let me know. I'll make you (real-life) cookies. I promise. (And I know that I promised that to someone along the way for something else and it never *really* happened, but I swear this time.) Not that it really matters because I think only a few people have ever read this and only because they first stumbled on it while looking at my notes, but... eh. I can't bring myself to care. ;)
Edit: I wanted to add this, but then it was posted and I don't want to add the lyrics on a new post because then there would be no chance of anyone ever reading this. Ich liebe "Denglish". (by the Wise Guys). So... lyrics. Because I can and because... I can. :) (Why did my fingers keep trying to type "can't"? *scratches head*). Not from me, because I'm not nearly that good (yet) in German.
Oh Herr, bitte gib mir meine Sprache zurück,
ich sehne mich nach Frieden und nem kleinen Stückchen Glück.
Lass uns noch ein Wort verstehn in dieser schweren Zeit,
öffne unsre Herzen mach die Hirne weit.
Ich bin zum Bahnhof gerannt und war a little bit too late:
Auf meiner neuen Swatch wars schon kurz vor after eight.
Ich suchte die Toilette, doch ich fand nun ein „McClean“,
ich brauchte noch Connection und ein Ticket nach Berlin.
Draußen saßen Kids und hatten Fun mit einem Joint.
Ich suchte eien Auskunft, doch es gab nur’n Service Point.
Mein Zug war leider abgefahr’n – das Traveln konnt ich knicken.
Da wollt ich Hähnchen essen, doch man gab mir nur McChicken.
Oh Herr, bitte gib mir meine Sprache zurück,
ich sehne mich nach Frieden und nem kleinen Stückchen Glück.
Lass uns noch ein Wort verstehn in dieser schweren Zeit,
öffne unsre Herzen mach die Hirne weit.
Du versuchst, mich upzudaten, doch mein Feedback turnt dich ab.
Du sagst, dass ich ein Wellness-Weekend dringend nötig hab.
Du sagst, ich käm mit Good Vibrations wieder in den Flow.
Du sagst, ich brauche Energy. Und ich denk: „Das sagst du so.“
Statt Nachrichten bekomme ich den Infotainment-Flash.
Ich sehne mich nach Bargeld, doch man gibt mir nicht mal Cash
Ich fühl mich beim Communicating unsicher wie nie –
da nützt mir auch kein Bodyguard. Ich brauch Security!
Oh Lord, bitte gib mir meine Language zurück,
ich sehne mich nach Peace und nem kleinen Stückchen Glück.
Lass uns noch ein Wort verstehn in dieser schweren Zeit,
öffne unsre Herzen, mach die Hirne weit.
Ich will, dass beim Coffee.Shop „Kaffeehaus“ oben draufsteht,
oder dass beim Auto-Crash die „Lufttasche“ aufgeht,
und schön wär’s, wenn wir Bodybuilder „Muskel-Mäster“ nennen
und wenn nur noch „Nordisch Geher“ durch die Landschaft rennen.
Oh Lord, please help, denn meine Language macht mir Stress,
ich sehne mich nach Peace und a bit of Happiness.
Hilf uns, dass wir understand in dieser schweren Zeit,
open unsre Hearts und make die Hirne weit.
Oh Lord, please gib mir meine Language back,
ich krieg hier bald die crisis, man, it has doch keinen Zweck.
Let us noch a word verstehn, it goes me on the Geist,
und gib, dass „Microsoft“ bald wieder „Kleinweich“ heißt.
Ja, dass es „Kleinweich“ heißt…
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i really wanna say that its me you're talkin about (knowing five/four languages) but of course i might be going out on a limb here...but if i am then oh ewlsss..
im not as smart...cuz if you look at all my test grades and other crap those dont reflect the said :smartness: i have. come on i have all bs. and you have at least a few as and you dont seem to be wroking that hard. but i alway swork my butt off literally i will be spending indecent amounts of time just trying to do one subject and be able to fit a tonne of others. and since i know my info how come that doesnt come off likeit should on my grades? why is it that i have to work my butt off but just get average. i mean its not fair especially for folks who do not have to work and still do stupendously. i complain only of not being smart because i compare to people who are smarter than I am . so well...i mean i know im not smart not as everyone thinks i am and knowing languages doesnt help you as much as you think it mihgt. granted i loved conjugation since i was introduced to it in french and did quite decently on sinopsises but you still show greater understanding and usage and dont have to constantly second guess youreself after every word you ahve spoken. so not only do you not have the omeffincrap i mussa sed it wrong but you actually are for lack of a better word, programmed and used to the way americans test here. i should be too its not an excuse since ive been here for almost 5 years and im a child so ya...but then why do i do horrendously horribly on tests and just not do up to my total potential?
this makes me depressed
so now im gonna try doin apes then work on precal and then look over english if i feel like it.
- miss muse
It's you... who else knows that many? :)
You are smart. Being smart and getting good grades aren't the same thing. I don't seem to be working that hard, yeah, but I'm stressed and sleep deprived and exhausted, and it's only February.
As far as the languages go... you can communicate. That counts for so much. My vocabulary kind of sucks. ;) Y puedes hablar con la misma confidencia que tengo... solo tienes que no preocuparte con un miedo de ser incorrecto... y yo hablo como una gringa a veces, pero cuando puedo hablar bueno... es fantastico. Necesitamos practicar mas... y hablamos solo en espanol. (Or until I decide that my lack of vocabulary depresses me).
Don't be depressed... in the long run, none of this really matters. (And I'm sure you'll do much better on this apes test than I will... I have no idea what the biogeochemical cycles are... *sigh*).
<3
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