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wickedflea) wrote2003-07-28 12:22 pm
wickedflea) wrote2003-07-28 12:22 pm
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I hate the term "vis-a-vis"--so much so that I'm not even going to bother putting in the right accents. Ugh. To be completely honest, I hate the French language, period. Two years in high school and one aborted college semester put me right off it. I couldn't pronounce it, I couldn't get the accents straight, and I couldn't get past the fact that "avocat" means lawyer and avocado.
So for some reason I took German instead, and I didn't find it hard at all. But it just left me after I finished my fourth semester. I can't remember anything. And the infuriating thing is that I can sorta kinda have some idea what's going on when I look at French, maybe even more so than German. Unless someone's talking about getting his avocado on the phone.
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Mom forwarded me an e-mail that my stepbrother Grimmett sent his dad. (This is the one in Texas, not Fool of the prodigious rap sheet.) Sounds like he's doing pretty good. He and his girlfriend have just moved to Austin from Denton. I think he'll dig it the most. It's been years since I was in Austin, but it's a great town, and I'm sure I don't even know the half of it. So I was glad to hear that. And now I have his e-mail address (don't think he had one until recently!), so I'll be able to harass him.
Heh. Check this picture of me, Grimmett, and the Grinch. This was Christmas 2000. I hadn't seen Grim since like the summer of '94, I think! It was funny because when he left I seem to remember that he was fairly clean-cut and wore a lot of nice clothes. (This was after being scruffy like the rest of us.) So the next time I saw him, he looked like this! Which is cool, fine, dandy, and whatever--I have no problem with it at all, and in fact I get a kick out of it. It was just kind of a shock. :) He's making a face here; he doesn't normally look like a deer caught in headlights!
Here's a funny one of Grimmett and his dad.
And just for the hell of it, here's Bork trying to strangle a mass of apple salad. Don't ask me, because I don't know. I stay away from the nasty mayonnaise-based salads.
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Fack. I think my sinuses are about to start in again--feeling some pressure in my head. That's probably what the nosebleed was about. Usually I get those at the end of sinus trouble, though. But hey, maybe it's ending before it starts! Or maybe . . . hell, I dunno.
So for some reason I took German instead, and I didn't find it hard at all. But it just left me after I finished my fourth semester. I can't remember anything. And the infuriating thing is that I can sorta kinda have some idea what's going on when I look at French, maybe even more so than German. Unless someone's talking about getting his avocado on the phone.
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Mom forwarded me an e-mail that my stepbrother Grimmett sent his dad. (This is the one in Texas, not Fool of the prodigious rap sheet.) Sounds like he's doing pretty good. He and his girlfriend have just moved to Austin from Denton. I think he'll dig it the most. It's been years since I was in Austin, but it's a great town, and I'm sure I don't even know the half of it. So I was glad to hear that. And now I have his e-mail address (don't think he had one until recently!), so I'll be able to harass him.
Heh. Check this picture of me, Grimmett, and the Grinch. This was Christmas 2000. I hadn't seen Grim since like the summer of '94, I think! It was funny because when he left I seem to remember that he was fairly clean-cut and wore a lot of nice clothes. (This was after being scruffy like the rest of us.) So the next time I saw him, he looked like this! Which is cool, fine, dandy, and whatever--I have no problem with it at all, and in fact I get a kick out of it. It was just kind of a shock. :) He's making a face here; he doesn't normally look like a deer caught in headlights!
Here's a funny one of Grimmett and his dad.
And just for the hell of it, here's Bork trying to strangle a mass of apple salad. Don't ask me, because I don't know. I stay away from the nasty mayonnaise-based salads.
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Fack. I think my sinuses are about to start in again--feeling some pressure in my head. That's probably what the nosebleed was about. Usually I get those at the end of sinus trouble, though. But hey, maybe it's ending before it starts! Or maybe . . . hell, I dunno.
Bork means business!
xoxo
J
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