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tarigwaemirLowell House, on the Feast of Sts. Isaac Jogues, John de Brebeuf and companions
1. I think I'm coming down with a cold. Or something. In any case, there's no heating available yet, and I've spent all day with a scratchy, aching throat. Daera's caught something too. I didn't lose my voice like she did at practice today, but I did have a nice little coughing fit afterwards. Have been drinking cold water in my room to rehydrate the throat. Alas, no success. The water would probably work better if it was warm. Note to self: drink tea with plenty of honey at breakfast tomorrow.
2. I managed to do all one hundred hayasuburi at practice today without slowing down or getting exhausted or cheating. Either my stamina really is improving or Daera was doing it more slowly than the pace she usually prefers...or actually eating more than one meal a day before practice makes a huge difference. Hm. Note to self: make more effort to eat regularly! This business of replacing lunch with bags of rice puffs or 새우깡 is not acceptable! (Besides, I've run out of salty snacks in my room to munch on. >_>) Oh, and apparently I need to extend more. I think also I don't lift the shinai enough either.
3. I studied only half an hour for today's Korean exam. Mostly while reading through the textbook during the Knowledge of Language lecture. Luckily, word banks were provided. There was a section with five expressions for which I was supposed to construct sentences, and I panicked because I didn't recognize three of them, but then they popped up in all the reading comprehension passages so I managed to answer them nonetheless. Nonetheless, I ought to have studied. Passing the course with flying colors without really learning the material defeats the whole point of taking Korean in the first place. >_< I mean, I do have a goal, and if the course itself isn't going to be rigorous enough to get me there, I ought to at least make the extra effort to reach it on my own if I have to.
4. Read Thud!, the latest Discworld novel last night. A more coherent reaction to follow in the book blog, but let me say this at least: Ankh-Morpork is getting a subway system! Mr. Pratchett, you are brilliant! So much love. (Not really much of a spoiler, but just in case.)
5. Was attempting to write a letter to a friend and had about three false starts, which made me feel like such a middle schooler. Mostly because I would write and write and write, like the way I do here, and then look back and realize that I sounded, well, weird. (Didn't help that when I asked Tryogeru for her opinion she told me, "Yeah, your letter sounds like it was taken from a book, not written by a real person.") But you know, it takes too much energy to care what the other person's going to think of you. So late last night, I sat down and wrote the letter I wanted to write, cognitive shorthand and all. It was remarkably cathartic. I do feel sorry for the recipient who is probably going to end up horribly confused, but I went ahead and posted it before I started overthinking it again. Now I have that relaxed, lighthearted feeling that comes after having mailed a letter. More and more, I've noticed this strange compulsion to write, not necessarily fiction or narrative, but just babbling away at whoever is in the least willing to listen because there are words that for some obscure reason need to be said. (Okay, maybe I've been reading too much Pratchett.)
Which reminds me, a friend from Japan emailed me after a long silence and promised to write me a letter. Whee! I love getting mail.
6. Taken from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
petronia:
I am rather stupidly flattered by the fact that this meme calls me "original" because I've always thought I had the world's most boring sense of fashion. I suppose the occasionally interesting item in my wardrobe like the sky blue London Fog trenchcoat or that scarlet wool peacoat redeems me from being classified as "conventional" instead. That being said, I'm really startled by the accuracy of this quiz. For example, I am notorious for being even more prudish than my mother when it comes to clothing. Also, the one method by which I decide what to wear for the day is to match colors obsessively. I am master of the monochrome outfit! I keep choosing clothes in the same shades, or rather I did, until my mother took over choosing nearly all my clothes for me. This summer I made the radical leap to wearing jeans for the first time since I was ten. Whenever I wear them, I feel like such a rebel. Uh, don't ask.
Yours &c.
Post-script: I have two papers due on Friday. I've only an outline for both of them. Self, please, please do not think of this as a grand opportunity to read Anansi Boys or write more of your Four Cats submission (which still has no satisfactory title, argh). And oh my gosh, only eight days to submission deadline! But at least I know what to write?
Post-post-script: Frou Frou fans, the lead vocalist, Imogen Heap, has a blog here. (Link courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
aurgasm.)
1. I think I'm coming down with a cold. Or something. In any case, there's no heating available yet, and I've spent all day with a scratchy, aching throat. Daera's caught something too. I didn't lose my voice like she did at practice today, but I did have a nice little coughing fit afterwards. Have been drinking cold water in my room to rehydrate the throat. Alas, no success. The water would probably work better if it was warm. Note to self: drink tea with plenty of honey at breakfast tomorrow.
2. I managed to do all one hundred hayasuburi at practice today without slowing down or getting exhausted or cheating. Either my stamina really is improving or Daera was doing it more slowly than the pace she usually prefers...or actually eating more than one meal a day before practice makes a huge difference. Hm. Note to self: make more effort to eat regularly! This business of replacing lunch with bags of rice puffs or 새우깡 is not acceptable! (Besides, I've run out of salty snacks in my room to munch on. >_>) Oh, and apparently I need to extend more. I think also I don't lift the shinai enough either.
3. I studied only half an hour for today's Korean exam. Mostly while reading through the textbook during the Knowledge of Language lecture. Luckily, word banks were provided. There was a section with five expressions for which I was supposed to construct sentences, and I panicked because I didn't recognize three of them, but then they popped up in all the reading comprehension passages so I managed to answer them nonetheless. Nonetheless, I ought to have studied. Passing the course with flying colors without really learning the material defeats the whole point of taking Korean in the first place. >_< I mean, I do have a goal, and if the course itself isn't going to be rigorous enough to get me there, I ought to at least make the extra effort to reach it on my own if I have to.
4. Read Thud!, the latest Discworld novel last night. A more coherent reaction to follow in the book blog, but let me say this at least: Ankh-Morpork is getting a subway system! Mr. Pratchett, you are brilliant! So much love. (Not really much of a spoiler, but just in case.)
5. Was attempting to write a letter to a friend and had about three false starts, which made me feel like such a middle schooler. Mostly because I would write and write and write, like the way I do here, and then look back and realize that I sounded, well, weird. (Didn't help that when I asked Tryogeru for her opinion she told me, "Yeah, your letter sounds like it was taken from a book, not written by a real person.") But you know, it takes too much energy to care what the other person's going to think of you. So late last night, I sat down and wrote the letter I wanted to write, cognitive shorthand and all. It was remarkably cathartic. I do feel sorry for the recipient who is probably going to end up horribly confused, but I went ahead and posted it before I started overthinking it again. Now I have that relaxed, lighthearted feeling that comes after having mailed a letter. More and more, I've noticed this strange compulsion to write, not necessarily fiction or narrative, but just babbling away at whoever is in the least willing to listen because there are words that for some obscure reason need to be said. (Okay, maybe I've been reading too much Pratchett.)
Which reminds me, a friend from Japan emailed me after a long silence and promised to write me a letter. Whee! I love getting mail.
6. Taken from
petronia: | Brainy Student 67% Tastefulness, 53% Originality, 35% Deliberateness, 22% Sexiness |
| [Tasteful Original Random Prissy] Your style is classic but not glamorous. You don't concentrate on clothes an awful lot, preferring to spend your time on more interesting matters. You don't want to look like everyone else and your probably take care to have a unique element or two in your outfits, just to emphasize your personality, but, on the other hand, you don't need too much attention paid to your looks. Believe it or not, fashion says some things about character. You're probably quite an intellectual and somewhat reserved. But your style is not bad. The opposite style from yours is Sex Bomb [Flamboyant Conventional Deliberate Sexy]. All the categories: Fashion Enemy Bar Cruiser Kid Next Door Sex Bomb Hippie Kid Fashion Rebel Fashion Artist Catwalk God(ess) Librarian Sporty Hottie Office Master Uptown Girl/ Boy Brainy Student Movie Star Fashionista Glamorous Soul |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Fashion Style Test written by mari-e on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
I am rather stupidly flattered by the fact that this meme calls me "original" because I've always thought I had the world's most boring sense of fashion. I suppose the occasionally interesting item in my wardrobe like the sky blue London Fog trenchcoat or that scarlet wool peacoat redeems me from being classified as "conventional" instead. That being said, I'm really startled by the accuracy of this quiz. For example, I am notorious for being even more prudish than my mother when it comes to clothing. Also, the one method by which I decide what to wear for the day is to match colors obsessively. I am master of the monochrome outfit! I keep choosing clothes in the same shades, or rather I did, until my mother took over choosing nearly all my clothes for me. This summer I made the radical leap to wearing jeans for the first time since I was ten. Whenever I wear them, I feel like such a rebel. Uh, don't ask.
Yours &c.
Post-script: I have two papers due on Friday. I've only an outline for both of them. Self, please, please do not think of this as a grand opportunity to read Anansi Boys or write more of your Four Cats submission (which still has no satisfactory title, argh). And oh my gosh, only eight days to submission deadline! But at least I know what to write?
Post-post-script: Frou Frou fans, the lead vocalist, Imogen Heap, has a blog here. (Link courtesy of
aurgasm.)