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[27 Apr 2009|04:44pm] |
Today in Linguistics we were going over different writing systems; and the first one that was touched upon was logographics and the teacher used Chinese as an example of it.
Her information was kind of... distorted, but since the one girl studying Chinese wasn't in class and I don't really know that much I let her have her say.
Then the questions began.
Boy: So... how do they, like, use computers? Or cellphones? I mean, our keyboards have all of our letters on it...
Girl: Yeah. Like, their keyboards would have to be huge
Me: Well, I know for Japanese you type the sound and then hit space and select the character you want, so Chinese probably has a similar method.
Teacher: Oh, okay, so there are Latin letters on the keyboards?
Me: Um, yeah, I think so?
Boy: Wow, that must take forever to type.
Girl: Why don't they just use the Latin alphabet instead? It'd be so much easier!
Another person: I think they just do it because it's tradition. It doesn't make sense otherwise.
Then, after class, a girl who was sitting behind me was talking to the person next to her.
"Asian languages are so hard. You have to learn so much and it's totally not necessary. I mean, I took Japanese for three years in high school and I still wasn't good at it. I mean, if it takes more than three years to be fluent in a language then what's the point?"
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[24 Apr 2009|03:12pm] |
Jake made a list of "things to have when zombies attack!!!!!!" on Facebook.
The list consisted of a Scottish fortress, a flame thrower, massive food supply, a rocket launcher and lots of ammo.
His friend then replied with this:
"Wow, you don't know anything about zombies do you? It's like you got all of your information from video games. Look, Rocket launchers are hard to load and take a lot of practice to fire effectively. Besides that, if zombies were anywhere close to your Scottish Fortress (Not a bad idea in itself) you'd be blowing away your walls as well. Plus, zombies are attracted to noises since that's where humans tend to be, meaning every shot would just bring more walking dead streaming your way. And the flamethrower? Sure, it's nice in certain situations, but if those zombies ever ever get into your castle, you're screwed. The only thing worse than having zombies chase you is having burning zombies chase you. Not only that, but it takes at least a few minutes to reload, time you don't have in a moderate to severe zombie attack. Your gear is cool, but unless you bring along some buddies with supplemental weaponry, you'll just end up getting owned."
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[23 Apr 2009|01:07pm] |
I've been reading too much of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. And I'm sure reading The Extra didn't help things either.
I had a dream that I was a man. I was approaching a large mansion in order to battle with THE GREATEST ZOMBIE SCOURGE OF THEM ALL (aka: apparently a zombie-man who was to blame for everything; he was trying to find a way to immortality but only ended up making himself un-dead and brain-hungry). As I entered his mansion I entered the largest room, which the foyer immediately led to, and was instantly face-to-face with my enemy. After chatting very briefly (and entirely consisting of me informing him he was about to die and him telling me to get the hell out) we started our battle.
Naturally, we fought with swords. Because he was a zombie, however, it was only obvious that his sword would be brittle and weak. Although I fought with all my skill his undead prowess was no match for me and I soon found his sword in my throat. When he tried to withdraw his sword to kill me the steel snapped and was left inside me.
Muttering "I'll come back when your sword is fixed" I stumbled from the mansion and poorly drove to the hospital where my friend (who was a doctor AND also Dustin Hoffman) worked. As he was confronted with my situation he left to have a conflicted monologue in another room about how difficult it was to see me injured and how he couldn't possibly take the challenge of fixing me knowing that I could die from it.
While he was doing that I went to the bathroom to check out the severity of my injury in a mirror. I pulled my shirt down and the majority of the sword clattered to the floor.
As it turned out, only the tip was wedged in my throat! The majority just was stuck in my shirt! Ho ho ho!
Then I woke up.
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| Things to do (in order of importance) |
[19 Apr 2009|09:20pm] |
Make a study guide for math
Pack things to take back on the 1st
Study for the math final
Study for Japanese final
Study for weather final
Study for linguistics final
Leave foreverrrrrr
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| My Tentative Schedule for Fall 2009 |
[14 Apr 2009|10:22pm] |
Japanese Culture (ANTH 1110): MWF 8-9
Issues in American Thought (HIST 2326): MWF 9-10
Chemistry (1021): MWF 12-1
Lab: T 9-11:50
Japanese: MTWRF 1-2
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[13 Apr 2009|08:00pm] |
KATRINA> nihongo?
DAISY> nihongo?
KATRINA> konnichiwa
DAISY> nihongo?
KATRINA> hai
DAISY> hai.
KATRINA> watashi wa katrina desu
DAISY> watashi wa daisy desu.
KATRINA> watashi wa david ga daisuki desu
DAISY> watashi wa david ga daisuki desu.
KATRINA> >:(
DAISY> watashi wa david ga daisuki desu.
KATRINA> urusai!
DAISY> >:(
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[12 Apr 2009|11:52am] |
Also, what's horrifying is all the supportive comments the original got.
It's a guy. In his underwear. Throwing up dirt and about to get a face full of it.
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| oh, the irony |
[07 Apr 2009|02:44pm] |
Stranger: brasil ?
You: no
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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[05 Apr 2009|11:30am] |
"You ******* smug whore, you silly retarded *****... I hate you so much you little weaboo ******. Youre probably some fat *** dick beggar who sits at home answers on yahoo answers and think the sun shines out your ***. Enjoy your shitty little internet relationships with sexxxy boys (wtf?!?) they dont love you, they never will. STOP thinking your always right you conceited slag. OMG IVE DONE JAPANESE FOR 5 YEARS, IM SO ******* BRILLIANT. **** you, of course youre better than others, who've only been studying for a couple months, that doesnt make you god, neither does having been there a coupel times, so stop trying to be japanese... silly ******* ****, dirty lesbian. You need a new outlook, YOURE NOT BETTER THAN THEM. I've been studying Japanese, with my native mother, for the last 15 years, i dont flaunt over people who arer just trying, neither sould you, get a life. i dont care what you reply, i only made this account to tell you what a ***** and whore you are... Enjoy your shitty existence."
I like how I get this now when I haven't even been that active lately. Yesterday I only answered four Japanese questions (that haven't been deleted) and all of them just answer the question. :P
edit: and I like how they try to bring up your accounts into it; telling me to enjoy my relationship with "sexxxy boys" and then calling me a lesbian.
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[24 Mar 2009|11:01am] |
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FML on Facebook made an announcement on how they now have an HTTPS protocol to help people bypass their school and work filters. I made a snarky comment on how high schoolers need to be working and not going to FML. It was deleted. FML.
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| ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH |
[24 Mar 2009|10:35am] |
Saturday
Me: Don't forget to do your taxes.
Mum: Oh, I haven't got time today. And tomorrow they're not open. Remind me Monday.
Monday
Me: Don't forget to do your taxes.
Mum: Oh, I haven't got time today. I have to fix my bank statements. I'll do it tomorrow.
Tuesday
Me: Don't forget to do your taxes.
Mum: Shoot. There's no time. I'll do it tomorrow. I shouldn't--I don't think I'll be going to Daily Mass tomorrow so I'll have time.
It should be noted that I always remind her between 9AM and 10AM.
She has to be at work at 2:30PM.
She has fucking time.
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| What I need to accomplish: |
[22 Mar 2009|12:02pm] |
Go to DMV and get car matters settled (Monday)
Get my flash drive back!!!
Get Mum to do her taxes so we can check the FAFSA
Math homework
Memorize speech
Linguistics paper
Separate what I own into things I want to keep and want to toss
Help paint the house
Find a dress for Kerri's wedding
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[10 Mar 2009|11:00am] |
I woke up at 8:30AM today.
I have class at 9:00AM.
I was really lucky. I had set my alarm for 8:16AM but either it never went off or I didn't hear it and Margot turned it off and didn't wake me.
When I came back from class I checked my e-mail and saw Saegusa-sensei (my professor from last semester's Japanese class) e-mailed me!
She wanted to read my speech.
D:
Obama apparently just wants to build on rather than replace the No Child Left Behind Act.
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I support the things he wants to add on to it, but I wish he'd kick NCLB to the curb. I hate standardized testing that's to make sure the school is doing "its job."
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[07 Mar 2009|11:51pm] |
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I don't like when the Internet le e aks into the real world.
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[06 Mar 2009|09:56am] |
Margot came in 5 AM stumbling drunk, hitting every possible thing that she could as she made her way into bed.
And, like she always does when she's drunk or sick, she snored loudly.
I hadn't put my ear plugs in before going to bed so, naturally, this woke me up.
After putting them in and finally settling back down again, my stomach started acting up. I got up and rushed to the bathroom and came back at 5:45am.
I crawled into bed feeling a little better but, twenty minutes later, I was in the bathroom again.
I don't think it helped that Margot's trash is, once again, smelling like foul vomit and making the entire room feel thick and disgusting.
So, feeling tired and ill, I skipped going to math because I would rather have two hours of Margot-not-in-the-room sleep than an hour of sitting in a class that doesn't teach me anything and still leaves it for me to figure out on my own from the book and David's help.
But then, when I got up, I noted that my JET keychain is gone.
;-; fuck today
edit: OH and the newest AWESOME FUN HILARIOUS thing to do in the hall is to look your name up on UrbanDictionary to see what it says.
HO HO HO!
Except the definitions are never "satisfactory" (because obviously they must be in reference to a real person and NOT slang) and so now everyone is adding entries in order to "capture the TRUE essence" of themselves.
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[28 Feb 2009|11:32am] |
I had a dream I was in a minivan with a family (who was nothing like my family). My elder brother was in a wheelchair. While we were getting him out so we could go shopping some men killed everyone but me. They then whisked me away to their compound and instructed me to strip. I saw other girls there too but before I was able to speak with them I was given a guard named Troy, whose job was to stay with me in my room and make sure I didn't escape. He was also naked and was so skinny he looked like a skeleton.
In order to look like a good guard he made a few faked punches and kicks at me, which I instinctively shrunk away from. Satisfied he had shown everyone else he was a tough, hard-working guard I was led to my room.
Cold, I stayed in the bed while we made small chit-chat with each other. While we were chatting Grant and some others from the hall came to visit me, acting as if I were in the hospital. Covering my nakedness with a thin sheet I told them I was very contagious and couldn't see anyone yet. They left after Troy ushered them out and shut the door.
Then he laid under my bed and went to sleep. I left my cot and quietly ran to the large window just in time to see Grant and the others leaving.
"Grant!" I whispered.
"Grant!" I whispered as loudly as I could.
"GRANT!" I screamed, finally getting his attention. However, I was worried I may have woken up Troy I then said, "Come back in ten minutes!" and ran back to my room.
Troy was still asleep. And I was eager to get out as soon as possible. So, doing the most rational thing possible, I jumped from my window, climbed a security fence, and ran as fast as I could to get away from there.
I ran to Grant who, somehow knowing exactly what was going on, ushered me into Amanda's car and had me hide under a blanket in the backseat. He then sent Amanda off driving as far away as possible in hopes that we would be gone long before anyone noticed.
But, of course, they noticed and immediately people were sent to find me and bring me back.
The dream ended up culminating into a race-against-time with David and a few others helping me to escape while David's father and other adult men chased after me. At the very end of the dream David and I were standing at the edge of the ocean. A small boat made of pine was floating a short ways in the water waiting to take us to a large pirate ship further out at sea.
"Katrina, hurry, get in the boat!" David yelled at me.
"Hold on, I'm trying to remember how to save! I can't remember where to go! GOD I ALWAYS HAVE THIS PROBLEM!"
I then started pressing keyboard buttons on my stomach in search of the one that would let me save. Finally, after pressing S (of course), the save screen comes up. But when I try to save I see that I don't have an account because I forgot to log in and I would need to pay $15 to make another one.
"I'm not paying $15 for another account!" so I exited out of the save screen.
And the game.
The ocean, the pirate ship, all the colorful people helping us... it was all gone and all that was left was David and me in his father's house. Angry that I had made everyone work so hard to get so close to the end of the game and then I just let it all end David stormed upstairs.
THE END
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[26 Feb 2009|04:43pm] |
Dear Lie to Me,
You are a great show and I love you, but what's with all this cock teasing?
One new episode every other week?
Really?
C'mon. You're giving me blue balls. Hurry it up!
Love,
Katrina
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